Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 65 Unusual Order
"Little master, let me introduce to you, this is Mr. Jin..."

Li Jiankun paid attention to the attitude of people around him towards Mr. Jin.

Most of them were in awe, while the other half stayed away.

Through these, he can probably analyze that this person is only afraid of the white ones and the black ones.

Generally speaking, people are not bad.

Don't think that there are no black people in this era.

On the contrary, the situation in the world has reached its peak, and there are too many horrifying things to describe in detail. Anyone who has never heard of Nine Dragons and One Phoenix in the Four-Nine City is called his life in vain.

Feng Pants' "Old Paoer" can provide some clues about who he is helping, but the essence is completely missing.

Can't take a picture either.

"Mr. Jin, Mr. Lou, what are you two?"

Li Jiankun's attention fell on Lou Jizong's hand, which contained a piece of black cloth wrapped in a frame.

This reminded him of what the old director of the orchard farm asked him to deliver to Chen Yajun, and he said he was not in a hurry.

He opened it and looked at it. There were several books.

Here, it's probably a photo frame.

This can also explain why the other party came to the door.

"Third Master has a photo. Let me show it to you and see if you can color it."

Lou Jizong said, gently lifting the black cloth.

The careful movements aroused the curiosity of everyone around. What kind of photo needs such a treasure?
Li Jiankun was speechless and looked at him.

A solid wood photo frame comes into view. Measured by the size of the photo frame, the photo exceeds 12 inches.

"Ok?"

Li Jiankun was startled and his eyes widened.

"This is...Mr. Mei?!"

"Yes."

Jin San, who had not spoken yet, smiled slightly, nodded, and asked, "Can you color it?"

Everyone who knows him well knows that he, Jin San, is the number one fan and a loyal fan of Mr. Mei.

Li Jiankun had sweat on his forehead. This photo is so unusual. The date of photography is marked in the lower left corner——

September, 1930th, 4.

The setting is: Broadway Theater.

Mr. Mei was undoubtedly the first person to bring the essence of China out of the country.

I was visiting the United States at that time, and I was surprised to find that there was a dramatic art in the ancient East that was completely different from Shakespeare and Ibsen, but equally exquisite.

Sparking a craze in New York.

Later, Mr. May was awarded honorary doctor of literature degrees by Pomona College and the University of Southern California.

Mr. Mei in the photo is extremely handsome, with a phoenix crown and a beautiful robe.

The acting should be like "The Drunken Concubine".

Li Jiankun's scalp was numb when he saw it. Peking Opera's costumes, headdresses, accessories, facial makeup... how gorgeous are the colors?
For hand coloring masters, the difficulty has reached the top of the world, and no figure painting can compare.

Can this kind of photo be colored at will?

Do you dare to make a mistake?

Such precious history, coupled with the quintessence of the country...

Then there is Mr. Mei who spent eight years growing a beard to make his ambition clear, took three injections of medicine to destroy himself, and vowed not to show off to the imperialists!
Li Jiankun retracted his right hand from his sleeve and it was shaking now!

"Oh my God, this photo is amazing!"

"It must be the third master who can get such valuable old photos!"

"What's so valuable about gold and vulgarity!"

"Yes, yes, I made a slip of the tongue."

"Mr. Mei..."

Everyone in the audience was shocked. Some old men and fans burst into tears looking at the photos.

Recalling the early years, Mr. Mei performed for them with tears in his eyes and bowed to thank them after the performance.

Well, at that time, Mr. Mei, who was already famous all over the world, was in the Wudaokou Workers Club and came here often.

That's called a down-to-earth attitude.

However, God is jealous of talents, and the husband has gone westward, leaving only an eternal lament in the pear garden:
There is no more beautiful lady in the world!
"Little master, can you come in?"

Jin San asked again. He stopped playing with the walnuts in his hand and looked deeply.

When he came, he had already thought about it, if the other party said "yes" simply.

He turned away.

If the other party refuses, he will not feel disappointed, as expected.

But this time, he saw another look: quite stressed, but extremely excited.

Yes, this person has sharp eyesight, and the portrayal of Li Jiankun's current mood is exactly the same.This single job is undoubtedly extremely difficult, and the pressure is as huge as Kunlun's pressure!
But Li Laogou's two lives were not in vain after all.

Gritting his teeth and holding on.

I feel like I can still hold on.

Public or private, he must take over this single job.

It’s not his fault. If he didn’t take it up, no one in the country would dare to take it up.

It's not that his craftsmanship is superior to his peers. I can't believe that. There must be hand colorists who are better than him.

But you have to understand the origin of the craftsmen of this era.

In this industry, currently, there should be no master with cultural accumulation that can surpass him.

Photos from the 30s, even if kept properly, have become yellowed or even damaged.

Mr. Mei exported the quintessence of Chinese culture to the other side of the ocean in that era. There is absolutely no reason for such youth to remain in a state of disgrace. Once it encounters it, we must do our best to repair it.

Restore it!
May your youth be spread forever!

The things involved here are no longer just the scope of photo coloring.

Personally speaking, Mr. Mei's influence among the people is undoubted, and the influence of Mr. Jin Sanye next to him in the nearby area cannot be underestimated.

If you can do this job well.

Why worry about no business in the future?
Why worry about not trusting me?
No, even the people’s hearts will be there!

Li Jiankun didn't reply directly. He leaned close to Jin San's ear and whispered:

"Master Jin, you must be worried if you leave such a valuable photo to me. Let me introduce myself..."

Do you think he didn't say anything about taking this job? With the energy shown by this person, you can't investigate him?

He simply announced his home status.

But please ask the other party to keep it confidential.

Jin Sanyi's eyes brightened when he heard this. It was obviously very difficult to color this photo. Why didn't the master of BJ Photo Studio dare to take it?
No cultural heritage!

But college students are obviously different.

Or Peking University!

The old man chuckled and said, "I think it will work. As long as you try your best, I won't complain if you can draw as far as you can."

No choice.

Otherwise, this photo would not have been in black and white for all these years, watching it get destroyed year by year.

That's heartbreaking!

Intention achieved.

Li Jiankun immediately closed the stall and set up a stall, but he didn't have the energy.Get this one done, and he will dominate the local photo coloring market from now on!

Looking at his retreating back, Jin Sanhou glanced at him.

A sinister young man followed quietly.
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"Hey, Jiankun, I took the wrong medicine today. Why don't you go to the library instead of researching your market?"

In the early morning, just after seven o'clock, Li Jiankun got up and said he was going to the library, but Brother Qiang was shocked.

Gao Jinxi looked pleased.

Lao Gao secretly believes that no matter what kind of research, it cannot be divorced from theory.

"Hero, stay away from me. You are flirting with each other. What a shame!"

On the way to the library, Li Jiankun blasted Wu Yingxiong five meters away.This kid is really like a kid sometimes, he likes to hang around behind his butt and spin around.

It's nothing to do on weekdays, but today's true purpose is not easy to expose.

Did he go to the library to read economics books?
Fortunately, Peking Opera is the quintessence of China, and these days, you can still find books on this subject in the Peking University Library.What kind of foreign culture should I change to, haha...

In the past few years, who has read and read other than "Selected Works of Mao Zedong"?
I heard that Xinhua Bookstore in Wangfujing has recently put some world famous books on the shelves, and there is a long queue outside before dawn.After waiting for a while, he would have to take a look at it sometime.

A corner of the library.

Li Jiankun stood next to a bookshelf like a high wall, holding a copy of "Classification and Artistic Expression of Peking Opera" in one hand and holding his chin in thought.

Mr. Mei belongs to the Hua Dan role.

It mainly expresses women's softness, liveliness, sensuality and affection, or debauchery.

He is the kind of person who can fully interpret the essence of women in a man's body.

In that yellowed photo, many flavors were also faded, and he wanted to restore that charm.

Last night, he recalled that his brother's performance in "Farewell My Concubine" was quite rewarding, but he still felt it was not good enough.

Stanislavsky, the author of "The Actor's Self-Cultivation", once said: "After seeing the performance of Mr. Mei's fingers, the hands of 100 of my students should be chopped off!"

What kind of hands are those?

How should skin color, texture and aura be expressed?

I still remember that the documentary "Meeting Mei Lanfang Again" once described it this way: "To Chinese people, he used to be a sigh of beauty; to Westerners, he used to be a fantasy about China!"

What kind of fantasy is that?
In the photo, what was the expression on the faces of the Broadway audience that had long been blurred?
Li Jiankun fell into deep thinking...

(End of this chapter)