roccoschili Chapter 133 Lonely Artist Uncle Zou
Chapter 133 Lonely Artist Uncle Zou
Uncle Wang swallowed nervously, "You are not the top collector who is extremely rich as shown on TV, with hundreds or even thousands of collections, and sometimes even spends his own money to bring back antiques lost overseas from auctions and donate them to the National Museum? The big boss is actually by my side?"
"The museum collections in my home were not purchased, and I am not a collector. You are exaggerating." Uncle Zou shook his head and took out a mobile phone from his canvas bag.
"I'll find you a picture, and you'll know it when you see it."
"Hey, where are the photos? I can't find them. I remember I saved a lot of them, but I can't find any of them."
"I remember taking a few photos last month, but there are too many to find."
Everyone looked at Uncle Zou expectantly, waiting quietly in a rare moment. Five minutes later, Uncle Zou still hadn't found the photo he was looking for.
"You haven't taken a mobile phone class, right? Today I'll teach you a trick so you can find the photos you want immediately." Anxious Uncle Zhou snatched Uncle Zou's phone.
I clicked on the search option in the album, entered December in the search box, and quickly retrieved all the photos from the end of the month to the beginning of the month.
"That's great, Lao Zhou. I didn't expect you could do this." The old men exclaimed in support and praised you sincerely.
"It's just so-so. Teacher Li just happened to have mentioned it, so I went back and looked into my cell phone. Yours and mine are the same brand, so I just helped you with it." Uncle Zhou's eyebrows were almost raised to the sky.
Teacher Yu once again marveled at the uncles and aunts' enthusiasm for taking photos. Uncle Zou's mobile phone not only had various landscape photos, but also dozens of selfies taken from the same angle. He flipped through them and shared them with them enthusiastically.
Finally, Uncle Zou found the photo he was looking for.
"Look, this is what the museum looked like before. Now it's preparing to be upgraded. It's a mess inside, so I haven't taken any photos."
The five old men and Teacher Yu all came close to the small screen of the mobile phone and stared with their eyes wide open.
The small courtyard in the photo has trees and grass and is beautifully decorated.
There are stone statues, wood carvings and paper-covered iron frames in various postures in the yard.
Although it was not a bottle or jar protected by a glass cover as the old men imagined, they still adhered to the principle of not giving random instructions by laymen, pointed at one of the stones whose shape could not be seen clearly, and asked Uncle Zou very sincerely:
"This thing looks quite old. Is it from the Shang or Zhou Dynasty?"
"It's not from last week, it's from last month."
Uncle Zou answered very sincerely.
“I did all this.”
Everyone in the classroom looked at each other and said, "After all this time, you are really an artist."
Uncle Zou’s clenched hands loosened for a moment.
He made the right bet, Uncle Wang and his friends are all kind people.
They considered him an artist.
Some people said behind his back that he was "mentally unsound".
Sometimes even Uncle Zou himself felt that his brain had become dull, but his heart could still sense the undisguised malice.
He is not a collector but a creator. He has always evaluated himself in this way. He is not wrong in not knowing how to appreciate things. He is just full of passion for creation.
His "museum" is open all year round and does not charge admission. Although not many people come, he is still very happy. He turns himself into a "tour guide" to greet them personally and introduce his works to them.
He had no children, his wife had passed away, and the only person who accompanied him was an old yellow dog.
Some people say he is crazy, some people say he is stupid, for calling a pile of wood, stone, steel and concrete art.
He never paid any attention to it. It was the pillar of his belief in survival. If it stopped, he would probably fall down.
He decided to "drown" his own reason in the art he had been pursuing for half his life, no longer spending time thinking about issues other than sculpture and art, and no longer listening to or thinking about other people's comments.
Fortunately, he met enough good people, such as neighbors who often visited him, classmates and teachers at the senior citizen university, so that he did not become disconnected from society.
The museum is temporarily closed for renovation.
Uncle Zou had not yet anticipated that the museum, after being renovated and reopened, would attract many visitors and that a reporter would write an exclusive interview with him.
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On the other side, Lin Qinglan waited for the court's verdict on Xu Mianfangzi.
There is no doubt that the owner of the house is Aunt Ying, and the real estate certificate is strong proof.
Even a son cannot occupy an old man's house.
The court ruled that the family of three not only had to move out immediately, but also had to pay alimony to Aunt Ying.
The more gratifying news is that Xu's father was involved in a fraud case last month and is a freshly-minted fugitive who cannot escape legal sanctions.
The stepmother took the naughty child back to her hometown in a hurry. She threatened Aunt Ying to give them money by saying that her son was Aunt Ying's only grandson. Aunt Ying refused without a second thought and did not even open the door for them.
I don’t even want a son, let alone a grandson.
From now on, Xu Mian is her only relative.
The house that Xu Mian left for her grandmother finally returned to Aunt Ying.
Ever since Aunt Ying found out that Xu Mian bought a house and her name was on the property certificate, she has been crying and saying that Xu Mian is such a silly girl.
Lin Qinglan could understand Xu Mian's thoughts, because the love given by her grandmother was the only warmth she had ever felt, and she firmly wanted to give her grandmother what she thought was the best.
After completely clearing out all traces of the family of three’s life in the house, Aunt Ying prepared to move back home.
Aunt Xie held her hand reluctantly: "It's good for you to live here, we can take care of each other, why do you have to move away?"
"It's really nice to live here, but I still want to go home." Aunt Ying looked at the birds flying in the distance and murmured, "I want to go back and watch over them. If I'm not here, Xiao Mian will be sad if she can't find her home when she comes back."
"I am very happy living here with you all these days. I will come back to see you all often."
Lin Qinglan's camera recorded the scene of Aunt Ying hugging everyone.
I also took new photos of Aunt Ying in the house after it was restored to its original state.
Put it in a small box with the previous photos.
"And this one, put it in too."
Aunt Ying called her and put the photo in her hand on the top. It was a photo of Lin Qinglan and Aunt Ying.
These photos, along with handwritten letters, were placed in the grid of the "grocery store".
Lin Qinglan held the seeds wrapped in paper and felt their solid weight.
The paper package is labeled in detail with the name, planting issues and precautions.
The seeds are full and have been carefully cultivated and selected.
It was as if I saw Xu Mian in another time and space, wearing coarse cloth, preparing the best and most useful things she could for exchange, and looking forward to her wish coming true.
Lin Qinglan whispered to the empty shelf:
"Xu Mian, it's Laba Festival soon. After Laba, it will be Chinese New Year. I hope you can go home soon. Your grandma is waiting for you at home."