Chapter 662 Pen Meeting on

Zhang Yang understood that his performance at the Ruiyang Hotel in the morning must be too high-profile. The incident spread through the old man with white beard, which shocked the celebrities in the calligraphy and painting world of Nanwu City. There is not much difference between the calligraphy and painting world and the martial arts world. On the surface, these people are said to be a competition, but they must be unconvinced in their hearts. Maybe they have to think about what means to embarras

Yuan Zhiwu invited them to enter Tao Ranju.

There have been several celebrities in the Nanwu calligraphy and painting industry waiting in the private room. One of them is the white-bearded old man who commented on Niu Junsheng's calligraphy at the Ruilong Hotel today. The old man's name is Xia Yanbing. He is the former vice president of Yun'an Provincial Calligraphy and Painting Academy. He Calligraphy and painting also learned from the late master of traditional Chinese painting Xiao Bolong. Xia Yanbing supported Niu Junsheng in Ruilong today. Unexpectedly, he killed Cheng Yaojin halfway and met the young Zhang Yang. What surprised him more was that this young man not only had excellent eyesight, but also wrote more beautifully. Xia Yanbing lost face in Ruilong today. After he went back, he talked to Yuan Zhiwu about this matter. Yuan Zhiwu heard that it was Zhang Yang, the director of the Nanxi Sports Committee. Naturally, I thought that my nephew Chang Haixin also worked in the Nanxi Sports Committee, so I invited Zhang Yang through this relationship.

Xia Yanbing's words are highly respected and praised in the world. Yuan Zhiwu knew that this brother liked to exaggerate, and he was also skeptical about his words.

When Zhang Yang saw Xia Yanbing, he understood the purpose of tonight's meal. He nodded to Xia Yanbing with a smile and said, "Old sir, let's meet again."

Xia Yanbing couldn't help but have a fever on his old face. He laughed and said, "Director Zhang, tonight is not a chance encounter. I heard that President Yuan invited you to dinner, so I specially invited you to drink with me."

Zhang Yang smiled. Everyone sat down and Yuan Zhiwu introduced several famous calligraphers and painters who came to Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang was also very polite, but he was not particularly interested in this group of people. As Yuan Finch said on the road, there are not many people who really do knowledge in the calligraphy and painting academy now.

Yuan Finch took on the responsibility of pouring wine that night because of his generation. After a few glasses of wine, Xia Yanbing said, "Director Zhang, I heard that you are Mr. Tianchi?" Because of Zhang Yang's words at the Ruilong Hotel today, Xia Yanbing asked this question.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "When I was in Ruilong, I was joking. Although I wanted to worship him as my teacher, how can I enter the master's magic eye? Mr. Xia doesn't have to take it seriously."

Except for Chang Haixin, of course, others do not believe that Zhang Yang will have any connection with Mr. Tianchi, but Xia Yanbing saw the word written by Zhang Yang with his own eyes today, from the level of that word alone. Xia Yanbing sighed to himself. He is still very confident in his personal calligraphy level. He dares not say that within the scope of Yun'an Province, he thinks that his level is stable in the top three. The only person he is really convinced in his heart is his younger brother, Yuan Zhiwu, the president of Nanwu Painting and Calligraphy Academy. So after leaving Ruilong, he immediately told Yuan Zhiwu, the famous artists in the calligraphy and painting industry, about this matter. What he was most interested in was their major. Yuan Zhiwu was even more obsessed with calligraphy and painting, so he arranged this dinner. On the pretext, he wanted to verify with his own eyes whether Zhang Yang's calligraphy level was true. Some of my seniors said so much.

One of the people present was the boss of Tao Ranju. He was also a staff member of the Painting and Calligraphy Academy. His surname was Jiang Fengcheng. Jiang Fengcheng proposed, "Today's opportunity is really rare. I asked the waiter to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone. After dinner, what will happen ?"

Before Zhang Yang spoke, Yuan Zhiwu had taken the lead in nodding and said, "Okay, let's have a pen meeting!" Finch, you can also participate!"

Yuan Finch frowned in a little embarrassment. He is now focusing on Western painting, which is incompatible with their personality.

Zhang Yang knew that tonight was for this matter, so he didn't come. He felt very bored, and his calligraphy was not for showing in front of everyone. He didn't care about the false reputation. Chang Haixin also saw that he was a little reluctant. During dinner and rest, Chang Haixin whispered, "My uncle is an idiot in calligraphy and painting . Just write two words casually to satisfy his curiosity.

Since Chang Haixin has opened his mouth, of course, it's not easy for Zhang Yang to refuse. He smiled and said, "I'm afraid that my two brushes will be ridiculous."

Chang Haixin said, "You can do it. I have confidence in you. You can do everything well!"

Zhang Daguanren repeated, "Can you do everything well?"

Chang Haixin suddenly understood the well from his malicious eyes. He blushed slightly and spat, "You are so bad!"

When Zhang Daguan saw Chang Hai's shy and impatient little daughter's expression, he couldn't help but feel a tant, but on this occasion. He dares not openly flirting with Chang Haixin. He cleared his throat and said, "Let's go, no matter how my handwriting is. I have to ask for some calligraphy and paintings for me today. I can take them back to Nancy as a gift."

It is said that it is a pen meeting, but in fact, it is set up a scene and wait for Zhang Yang's display. Except for Xia Yanbing, who has seen Zhang Yang's calligraphy with his own eyes, no one really believes how profound young people can be in calligraphy today.

Out of courtesy, Jiang Fengcheng came on the stage first. After business, he could only be half a person in the calligraphy and painting world. He picked up the pen and drew a huā bird, which won a lot of praise. Yuan Zhiwu said, "Brother Fengcheng, it seems that your past achievements have not been put down."

Jiang Fengcheng sighed, "I can't do it. I am good at being diligent and playful, and my current level can only be laughed at. However, as a landlord, I should throw bricks to attract jade. Cultural people are also literary when they speak. It sounds modest, but the expression still shows a little pride.

Yuan Zhiwu's eyes fell on his son Yuan Finch's face.

Yuan Finch understood what the old man meant. I wanted him to draw two strokes. Yuan Finch's head shook like a rattle: "Dad, I'm a Western painting, I can't do this!"

Xia Yanbing said, "Finch. Haven't you studied traditional Chinese painting for ten years in the past? Just draw two strokes, let's open our eyes and see what you have learned from France.

Yuan Finch said: I studied Western painting, Uncle Ji. It's not the same way as you.

"Art knows no borders! Yuan Finch, just draw two strokes!" The man was talking about Zhang Yang. He was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and he was involved with the psychology of watching the hustle and bustle. Yuan Finch gave him the impression that he was not learning and useless, and he was a gangster with the word art.

Yuan Finch said, "Well, I'll make a fool of myself!" He came to the front of the painting and picked up the brush from his posture of holding the pen. Zhang Yang saw that Yuan Finch still had some skills. Chang Haixin whispered to Zhang Yang. Her cousin began to study traditional Chinese painting at the age of four. She studied for a total of ten years and had a deep foundation. Her uncle had always had great expectations for him, but at the age of fourteen, he suddenly fell in love with Western painting. From then on, he threw aside traditional Chinese painting, and later went to Europe to learn Western painting. The father and son As a result, the relationship has become bad.

Yuan Finch wrote a lot of water, and soon drew a ** on the rice paper, ** rode on a beast, and there was no problem with his brushwork. The use of ink is also very good, but this picture is really freehand to the extreme. ** It is all composed of ink. It looks like a black man, and the beast is even more exaggerated. It is a beast, rather than a hieroglyph.

Yuan Zhiwu's face is ugly, and he really can't accept his son's painting. "What is this painting? It's a mess. Not even as good as children.

Xia Yanbing's predecessors in the calligraphy and painting industry also laughed awkwardly. No one was too embarrassed to comment. "It's not good to tell the truth." Yuan Zhiwu's face is definitely not good-looking. You said yes, but you really can't find any advantages in this painting.

Zhang Yang stared at the painting and looked at it carefully. He understood it. He really understood it. Yuan Finch's ability to draw this painting was really impressive to Zhang Daguan. Although he talked about a few strokes, the artistic conception in the painting was completely revealed. Zhang Yang said, "Good painting!"

One sentence focused everyone's attention on him again, Xia Yanbing said. You're telling lies with your eyes open. Can this be called a good painting? Yuan Zhiwu said to himself, "Are you sarcastic about my son?

Zhang Yang said, "Yuan Finch, you leave such a large blank" is to prepare the inscription, right?"

Yuan Finch smiled and said, "It's a pity that I really can't do my calligraphy."

Zhang Yang took a step forward and twisted the sheep. He smiled and said, "I'll match you!"

Yuan Finch took a step back, leaving room for Zhang Yang. But I saw Zhang Yang's mind for a moment, and the pen was a dragon and snake. A line of amazing small words leaped on the paper...

If there is someone in the mountain, he will be taken by Xue Lixi with a girl; both a smile and a smile, Zi Muyu is good and good;

Take the red bow from the civet, Xinyi car and knot the osmanthus flag: be taken by Shi Lanxi and Du Heng, and fold Fang Xinxi's thoughts;

In the rest of the place, there is no sky, and the road is dangerous and difficult. Later: the table is independent, on the mountain, the clouds are and the face is below: the underworld is dark, the east wind is drifting, the gods are raining: the spirit is left to practice, and the year is forgotten, and the year is full of

If you think of me, you can't be idle: the mountains are rich, the people are fragrant, Du Ruo, drinking stone springs, the shade of pines and cypresses: You think of me is suspicious;

The thunder fills the rain, the chirp, the cave at night: the wind is rustling, the wood is rustling, and the thought of the prince is worried.

Although everyone can't understand Yuan Finch's painting, everyone knows that this line of text is from Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs", which describes a beautiful woman with a unique temperament, which later generations call a mountain ghost. Yuan Finch's painting should be a mountain ghost.

After Zhang Yang finished writing, he put the wolf aside. His calligraphy and this painting have produced an amazing effect. The more you look at the whole picture, the more harmonious it is. The more you look at it, the more comfortable it is. Poetry, calligraphy and painting seem to be integrated. Yuan Zhiwu saw Zhang Yang's calligraphy. Finally, I believe what my brother said. Today's young people's skills in calligraphy can be described by the four words. However, even if Zhang Yang's calligraphy is so excellent, his son's painting is placed with his calligraphy, but it does not seem to be subordinate in the charm, which is really a strange thing.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Yuan Finch, your painting is really freehand. You have studied the ancient Chinese characters for many days. The elements of calligraphy have been combined in the painting. I have seen so many paintings. You are the first one!"

Yuan Finch's eyes were bright, and so many famous calligraphy and painting artists present did not see what he meant, but Zhang Yang understood it, so he nodded excitedly and said, "Unexpectedly, you are really my confidant."

Zhang Yang laughed and said, "This painting. I stayed! Yuan Finch, in fact, your traditional Chinese painting skills are really strong. Why do you give up your strengths? I think your traditional Chinese painting is more promising than Western painting.

Yuan Finch said, "It's just a personal hobby."

Although Yuan Zhiwu admitted that his son's composition with pen and ink was not bad, he never thought that this painting was as exaggerated as Zhang Yang said. This kind of novel and strange painting can only attract the attention of some young people, and it will definitely not be elegant.

When returning to the hotel, Li Hongyang was waiting for Zhang Yang in his room. Zhang Yang looked at it and it was past ten o'clock. He asked Li Hongyang why he didn't sleep, but Li Hongyang was afraid that snoring would affect his sleep. Well, wait until Zhang Yang falls asleep before going to bed.

Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing and said, "If you sleep with you, they all say that my sleep is heavy."

Because there will be a sports competition mobilized in Nancy City tomorrow, Zhang Yang suggested to rest as soon as possible. After the two turned off the lights, not long after Li Hongyang snored. Zhang Daguan crept to Li Hongyang's bedside and stretched out his finger to hit his sleeping hole. Let Li Hongyang sleep enough. Of course, this also prevents Li Hongyang from being aware of his movements, and he quietly slipped into the room in the heart of Changhai.

Chang Haixin had just finished taking a shower, and she had a hunch. Sure enough, she sneaked into her room again tonight. The begly face couldn't help but get a little hot. He put Zhang Yang into his room and said to Zhang Yang with a red face, "It's so late. What are you doing in my room?"

Zhang Yang said, "I can't sleep. I'll talk to you."

Chang Haixin nodded: "Sit down!"

Zhang Guanren glanced at **: "Why don't you? Let's lie down and talk."

Chang Haixin lowered his head and got into the quilt. Not long after, he felt that the man also lifted the corner of the quilt. He got into his own quilt. Chang Haixin turned his back to Zhang Yang and felt his arm reach out from behind to circle himself. Chang Haixin reached out and turned off the bedside lamp. In the dark, he heard Zhang Yang say, "Don't you blame me?"

"What's your fault?"

Zhang Yang said, "What's that!" When he spoke, his body straightened forward with some exaggeration.

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