When I was a teenager, I was helpless, and only the old dean treated me sincerely. ’

"If it weren't for the old dean who taught me the principles of being a man, how could I be where I am today?"

The old dean was such a kind person, but unfortunately he lost his son in middle age, and his wife died sadly soon after, leaving the old dean alone in the world. ’

I have the impression that the old dean always runs to the top of the back mountain, holding a bamboo flute, and sometimes blows it all afternoon. Or just stand there and watch the sunset. Not a word. ’

Nan Li was full of thoughts, and the pen in his hand danced quickly, only to see Tang Rushan dizzy.

Nanli's body has been systematically transformed, and his perception and control have reached the limit of the human body. Therefore, painting is like doing whatever you want, moving your heart and your hands as you like.

"Smack!"

The paintbrush fell heavily on the inkstone, and Nan Li walked out of the room directly, standing in the courtyard and looking at the flowing clouds in the sky and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the study, Tang Rushan stared blankly at the painting in front of him, his trembling hands and frightened eyes were enough to explain the shock in his heart at this moment.

In the painting, a thin man stands on a mountain peak, quietly looking into the distance.

In Tang Rushan's eyes, this painting is filled with a deep sadness, especially the person in the painting is full of sadness, his eyes are staring into the distance, and his eyes clearly contain deep longing.

The picture seems to be flowing, and you can feel the breeze blowing the hair and clothes of the people in the painting.

Tang Rushan felt very shocked, this is just the most ordinary white drawing, neither colored, but both form and spirit, the person in the painting seems to be alive, full of ancient charm.

Modern people appreciate ancient paintings, always feel ordinary, but do not know that ancient paintings pay attention to artistic conception, similar rather than like, so if you want to appreciate the paintings of the ancients, you need a certain artistic quality.

However, Nanli's painting has completely surpassed ancient paintings in terms of artistic techniques.

And next to Nan Li also mentioned a poem:

"Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I can't forget it, I am lonely for thousands of miles, and I have nowhere to talk about desolation!"

This line, I don't know what kind of book style it is written in, is chic and elegant, but at the same time it is full of unstoppable momentum, and it is sharp!

Tang Rushan was amazed, just by virtue of this word, the value of this painting is immeasurable.

What's more, the person in this painting, this word is meaningful, but unfortunately Nan Li is still too young, and the older the calligraphy and painting, the more valuable it is! But it is conceivable that in another hundred years, one of Nan Li's works will at least be a priceless treasure.

The artistic, cultural, and historical value in it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a national treasure.

Tang Rushan was completely immersed in the artistic conception of this painting and calligraphy.

At this time, the hall suddenly sounded a melancholy and tactful piano sound, the sound of the piano murmuring, as if telling some kind of longing, and as if dispeling sadness.

It turned out that Nanli was sitting in the living room playing the guqin.

This time, in addition to chess, Tang Rushan has seen the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"What sad thing did you think of? Is it the old man in the painting?"

Tang Rushan walked out of the study, saw Nan Li's sad expression, felt a little sad in his heart, and comforted:

"Don't be too sad, little friend, everyone has their own fate! But you're really amazing, you couldn't see it clearly last time I was live, and this time I saw you painting on the spot, which was really breathtaking. This is no longer proficient, this can be called a generation of grandmasters. Alas, if the old man had met you when he was young, he would have worshipped you as a teacher and studied for 20 years. ”

Nan Li came back to his senses, and his face regained calm: "There is no end to learning, my skills are not worth mentioning." ”

"Xiaoyou is too modest, your artistic level can already start a sect, and fame and fortune are within your reach. ”

Tang Rushan has devoted himself to learning for decades, and he knows in his heart that the traditional culture of the world today is very withered, but in the hearts of the Chinese people, things like qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are the treasures left by our ancestors, and the Chinese people have a deep worship and yearning for them in their bones.

Nan Li laughed at himself: "The old man laughed, it's too troublesome to start a sect! I just want to live a simple life, and everything is the best." ”

"Yes, it's admirable to be young but not arrogant. Tang Rushan's eyes showed deep appreciation.

He admires Nanli's indifference very much, there are really not many people who can see through fame and fortune at this age.

At this time, he pointed to the painting on the desk and asked Nan Li, "The person in this painting is your relative, otherwise you wouldn't be so sad." ”

Nan Li nodded slightly and smiled bitterly: "He is the person I respect the most." ”

Tang Rushan nodded, seeing that Nan Li didn't want to say more, he didn't want to ask, and then pointed to the two lines of poetry and asked, "These two lines of poetry were also written by you?" ”

Nan Li nodded, and then picked up the pen and added it later:

"Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

Tang Rushan looked at this "Jiangchengzi", read it more than a dozen times in a row, and finally sighed and said: "Dacai, Nanli Xiaoyou is really an immortal, please accept the old man's worship." ”

As he spoke, he actually bowed down to Nan Li, and Nan Li hurriedly supported him: "Old Tang is serious, you are tormenting me, the kid can't bear it!"

"Stand it, stand it. After Tang Rushan finished speaking, he asked: "I also have some research on calligraphy, but I don't know your font, dare to ask what kind of font is this?"

Hearing this, Nan Li smiled and said, "Writing is writing, why do you have to distinguish fonts? People are very different, and the words that are written are also very different. ”

"I never try to imitate other people's fonts, I just do what I want, I write as I like. ”

Listening to Nan Li's words, Tang Rushan was shocked again, is this the difference between a genius and an ordinary person? With a book in hand, you can create your own font!

Alas, people are more popular than dead people!

Tang Rushan sighed deeply in his heart, glanced at the calligraphy and paintings, and said, "Little friend, you haven't paid yet." ”

Hearing this, Nan Li nodded, left his name on the calligraphy and painting, and took out his seal from his arms and stamped it.

At this moment, a painting is only completed, Tang Rushan stared at Nanli eagerly, rubbed his hands and said, "Nanli Xiaoyou, look at this painting...... I think... Can I ......"

Tang Rushan said hesitantly, seemingly a little embarrassed.

Nan Li laughed and said, "Donald likes this painting, I'll give it to you." ”

"Really?"

Hearing this, Tang Rushan's face immediately showed ecstasy, but after a few seconds, he was a little reluctant to say: "This is not good, this painting is too valuable!"

Nan Li shook his head and said disapprerovitically: "It's just a painting, just wave it, how can it be precious?"

"Wrong. Tang Rushan sighed: "Little friend, you still don't recognize your own value!"