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Chapter 1549 Only This Verdant Green, One Glance at a Year (Part 1)

In a residential community in Beijing.

Wu Quan, 65, is a renowned traditional Chinese painter, especially skilled in landscape painting, and is also a professor in the art department of a university.

In the living room hangs a 2-meter-long painting, "A Panorama of Rivers and Mountains," which he copied at the age of 35 after a whole year of work. This is also his masterpiece.

At that moment, Wu Quan was happily watching the Spring Festival Gala with her family.

After Ye Zhi Qiu and Yu Cai Wei finished their duet of "Rain Butterfly," the young people all praised it.

"Sounds good!"

"Yu Caiwei is so beautiful."

"These two are indeed very capable."

Even Wu Quan's husband, who doesn't usually follow the entertainment industry, nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"This show is great. The men are handsome, the women are elegant and poised, and they sing beautifully."

Just then, a cell phone rang.

Wu Quan looked at the caller ID and saw it was from his longtime friend, Yin Chuan, the director of the National Museum.

After the call connected, a familiar voice came from the other end.

"Old Wu, are you watching TV?"

"I'm watching," Wu Quan said irritably. "Tell me, what kind of program is it that's making Director Yin so interested?"

"They've called me three times tonight, as if they're worried I won't see them or something."

Yin Chuan said with no small amount of pride, "You'll see when you see it; there's a surprise."

"This program is a co-production of the National Museum of China, and the National Museum of China has contributed to it."

Wu Quan asked in bewilderment, "You guys participated too? You can't just bring up your museum's prized chime bells and play them once, can you?"

"I'm not trying to be mean, Lao Yin, but those chime bells weigh four or five tons. Moving them like this is such a waste of manpower and money."

"No, that's not it." Yin Chuan still smiled and kept everyone in suspense. "Just wait and see, you'll definitely like it."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Quan looked puzzled and turned her gaze to the television.

Standing nearby, his son Wu Zhiming asked curiously, "Dad, what kind of program is that important?"

“I see that Uncle Yin has called several times.”

Wu Quan shook his head and said, "I don't know, it's all very mysterious."

"It's probably related to painting."

At this moment, Wu Qianru, the 10-year-old granddaughter, ran to Wu Quan's side with drawing paper and pen, and said sweetly, "Grandpa, Grandpa."

"Teach me to draw, I want to draw Nezha."

"Oh, my darling." Wu Quan immediately beamed, picked up his granddaughter and placed her on the sofa, coaxing her gently, "After Grandpa finishes watching a program, I'll teach you, okay?"

Wu Quan himself was a master of traditional Chinese painting, but his son Wu Zhiming was only mediocre in painting. In his words, he "only had craftsmanship but no inspiration." In the end, he did not follow in his footsteps and became an educator.

Unlike her granddaughter Wu Qianqian, who is the most talented painter in the family, Wu Quan, who already has a special bond with her grandchildren, dotes on her even more and is grooming her as his successor.

However, children are naturally romantic and too young to appreciate the artistic conception of traditional Chinese paintings. Instead, they are fascinated by colorful cartoon characters, and their favorite is the animated film called "Nezha".

The little granddaughter nodded obediently and asked innocently, "Grandpa, what show is it? Is it good?"

Wu Quan kept her eyes on the TV and said patiently, "I don't know, let's watch it together... Huh?"

Wu Quan's voice suddenly stopped, and at that moment, the name of the program appeared on the screen.

—"Only This Green".

The stage lights came on, and the background image showed no intricate patterns, only a vast expanse of earthy yellow.

Upon closer inspection, faint lines can be seen within the earthy yellow color, vaguely outlining the shape of layered mountains.

Looking from a distance, it's like a giant scroll of the earth being erected and slowly unfolded on a stage.

In the background music, the melodious sound of the guzheng slowly rises, clear and gentle, like the morning mist in the mountains drifting by unhurriedly.

On stage, eighteen dancers, dressed in gradient green and blue costumes, with their hair styled in high Song Dynasty buns, their faces serene and composed, are frozen in a pose of gazing downwards. Their robes flow like water, their figures graceful and elegant...

As a master of traditional Chinese painting, Wu Quan has a profound understanding of art and is extremely perceptive in this regard.

When he first saw the title "Only Greenery," he didn't immediately associate it with anything else, but upon first glance, he immediately realized what it meant.

Although he didn't understand dance, he could still tell that what was being depicted was "A Panorama of Rivers and Mountains"!

No wonder my old friend Yin Chuan reminded me time and time again to watch this program; everything was revealed.

Wu Quan became interested, sat up slightly, and stared intently at the screen.

Suddenly, his son Wu Zhiming's voice rang out from the side.

"This dance...it looks kind of familiar? That's strange."

"..." Wu Quan paused, a hint of amusement in his expression, and said sternly.

"Don't talk. If you don't understand, just read it carefully."

"???" Wu Zhiming was filled with questions after being criticized for no reason.

How many years has it been since Dad scolded me? He suddenly unleashed his full power without warning!

And this tone... doesn't it sound just like Wu Quan's disappointed and frustrated tone when we were learning to paint back then?

Beside her, the little granddaughter Wu Qianqian blinked as she watched TV. Suddenly, she pointed to the painting in the living room with one hand and tugged at Wu Quan's sleeve with the other, saying, "Grandpa, Grandpa."

"Are these women painting with their bodies? It looks just like that painting that's hanging up."

Wu Quan smiled with satisfaction and patted his granddaughter's head.

"Yes, Qianqian is great, she recognized it at a glance."

After saying that, Wu Quan couldn't help but glance at her dull-witted son.

—I'll give you a look; figure it out yourself.

Like that painting? Wu Zhiming was taken aback, glancing at the copy of "A Panorama of Rivers and Mountains" hanging on the wall, then at the television screen...

Ouch! Wu Zhiming slapped his forehead, finally realizing what was happening.

What a shame!

The dancers stand tall and straight like mountain peaks, their arms and sleeves stretching out like mountains, layered and staggered, interwoven with greenery—it's just like a living, breathing "A Panorama of Rivers and Mountains" painting!

Wu Zhiming blushed. He had received professional training in traditional Chinese painting, yet he hadn't even noticed such an obvious detail. He was worse than a 10-year-old child; no wonder he was being scolded...

On stage, accompanied by classical and rhythmic music, the dancers began to move slowly.

Raising their hands is like sketching mountain peaks, bending down is like exploring streams, turning around is like flowing clouds and mist, and stepping is like moss staining stones—the dancers' movements are not fierce and unrestrained, but rather every posture is precisely in line with the imagery of mountains and rivers.

They used their bodies as brushes and the stage as silk; their turquoise skirts seemed to be sprinkled with pigments ground from lapis lazuli and powdered malachite, shimmering with a serene yet subtly brilliant luster.

The scene before my eyes was like a landscape painting spanning thousands of years, slowly coming to life.

At this moment, everyone in front of the television screen was captivated by the magnificent yet delicate beauty on stage, completely mesmerized.