Song Mengcheng started his creative career, mainly focusing on the creation of poetry, and in his spare time, he talked about oil painting on canvas.

Because oil painting takes too long, it cannot be completed in one go, and it takes time to accumulate.

In just half a month, dozens of works have been placed in the hall of Unit C 403.

It's like a small exhibition hall.

Not all of the works can satisfy Song Mengcheng, and some of the works are creative and innovative, but the methods are too simple.

For example, poems on stones, poems on leaves, although these works are good, they lack substantive connotation.

In fact, Song Mengcheng wanted to use calligraphy to express his works, but his own calligraphy was not even looked down on by himself, and he wanted to find a famous and powerful calligrapher to help create a painting but had no way.

Song Mengcheng gritted his teeth and decided to create it himself, after all, it was his own work, and it was all completed by himself.

Therefore, Song Mengcheng also had to spare an hour every day to practice seal script.

The advantage of seal script is that you can make yourself more patient and your characters more quaint because you don't need to be skilled.

In addition, I need to stand on the pile and practice Hongquan every day, and I always feel that there is not enough time.

However, in order to make boxing more tactile, Song Mengcheng also specially bought a sandbag at a sporting goods store, hung it on the roof, and hit it if he had nothing to do.

This kind of day is full and happy, because being able to take the time to drink a little tea is a reward, and Fang Xiaoya's occasional favor is also a reward.

……

Song Mengcheng was playing Hong fist in the living room when the phone rang.

The point of view is the Yellow Sea.

Huang Haibin is the owner of the Red Wall Manor and a contemporary poet.

I met by chance the last time I had dinner with Selena's father.

Since he and Huang Haibin were questioned at the Red Wall Manor, they briefly talked about the topic of poetry, and they have never been in touch with each other.

Song Mengcheng is not a person who is good at taking the initiative to communicate, not to mention that the kind of dinner occasions in the Red Wall Manor are not suitable for Song Mengcheng.

Song Mengcheng's positioning for himself is very clear, that is, an ordinary person, a poor boy who is still a little rich, so this kind of thing is considered to be cost-effective, rather than using it to reflect his superiority.

When I picked up the phone, I heard the other party's laughter constantly: "Is it Brother Song, haha, I'm Huang Haibin, do you remember me?"

Song Mengcheng also smiled and said: "Red Wall Manor, Boss Huang!, of course remember, I saved your phone number." ”

When the other party heard Song Mengcheng panting, he thought he was doing something bad, so he smiled and said, "Oh, Brother Song, I'm sorry, did I disturb you?"

As soon as Song Mengcheng heard Huang Haibin's tone, he knew that he had misunderstood, and said with a smile: "I'm boxing, there's no delay, you call, I'll just take a break." ”

"I didn't expect Brother Song to have a hobby of boxing, I really admire it. Huang Haibin politely praised.

"It's just a matter of having fun and exercising. Song Mengcheng said.

"The last time I chatted with my brother, I felt enlightened, so these days, I have entered into crazy creation, and I have produced a lot of works, I don't know if Brother Song has time, help me take a look?"

Song Mengcheng said: "Everyone is just discussing, if you have time, come and sit with me." ”

"I have time now, where are you?" Huang Haibin said.

"Unit 403, Building 5, Family Building, Faculty and Staff Families, Nanhai University. Song Mengcheng reported an address.

"Okay, I'll be there in half an hour. You wait for me. Huang Haibin was very straightforward, and hung up the phone after speaking.

Song Mengcheng cleaned up the somewhat messy living room, after all, he was going to have guests.

Song Mengcheng can accept any kind of environment he is in, but if he has guests, he must clean up.

It's not to make others feel how clean and neat they are.

It's all out of respect for the guests, and it's also to make others more comfortable.

After tidying up the living room, I cleaned up the tea table, and there was a pot of hot water missing.

Huang Haibin was very fast, and in less than half an hour, he heard a knock on the door.

Song Mengcheng invited him in, and Huang Haibin kept looking at the hall, obviously very interested.

"This is your studio?" asked Huang Haibin.

Song Mengcheng smiled and said, "Sort of, I'll show you around first." ”

Song Mengcheng took Huang Haibin to visit the room, the tea room, and then returned to the living room.

Huang Haibin kept looking at these poems in the living room, and after reading them for a long time, he said, "You wrote these poems?"

Song Mengcheng said: "I wrote it all. ”

Huang Haibin held his chin in his fist and asked while looking at the work, "Have you published or ever published?"

"I didn't think about publishing or publishing. Song Mengcheng replied truthfully.

"Why?" Huang Haibin finally turned his head and looked at Song Mengcheng, because he couldn't believe Song Mengcheng's words and expressed doubts.

Song Mengcheng said with a smile: "Poetry is a very inner thing, I write poetry purely as a personal hobby, or a personal psychological seeking, I don't need readers." I'm not very interested in the name or title of poet. ”

"It's no wonder that what you write feels so good, it probably comes from your state of mind. Huang Haibin looked at the work again and said approvingly.

"Why do you have so many forms?" asked Huang Haibin as he pointed to the works.

"It's a conceptual shift, poetry has always existed as a text, but I feel that our lives are becoming more and more concrete, and we need to experience them more and more, so poetry should also keep pace with the times, and it should become the daily life of our lives, or the necessities of daily life, so I have created various forms of poetry works, which you can understand as decoration. Song Mengcheng roughly explained.

"Well, your idea is very unique, at least conceptually new. It's the first time I've heard someone associate poetry with the necessities of life. Huang Haibin said with a smile.

"Don't stand in the hall, let's go have a cup of tea first. Song Mengcheng suggested.

Huang Haibin glanced around the living room with his eyes again, looking a little reluctant, but he still followed Song Mengcheng to the tea room.

Song Mengcheng made a pot of Yi Wu and poured him a cup.

Huang Haibin took a sip, sniffed the bottom of the cup, and said, "Good tea! I didn't think you still knew how to use the tea ceremony." ”

Although Huang Haibin is not a connoisseur of the tea ceremony, he obviously understands it, just look at his actions.

Song Mengcheng said with a smile: "I really don't dare to say this word, but I do like to drink tea." In particular, he likes to drink raw pu and white tea. ”

"Both of these teas are stronger teas. Brother Song doesn't have to be modest, people who love to drink these two kinds of tea are generally people with rich life experience and social experience, if you don't understand tea, I don't dare to talk to you about the tea ceremony. Huang Haibin said with a smile.

Song Mengcheng felt that Huang Haibin's praise was too much, so he was embarrassed to take the conversation, and changed the topic and said: "I said on the phone, you have created a lot of works, what style is it?"

Huang Haibin took out a thick stack of A4 paper from his handbag, about sixty or seventy pages, each page containing only one poem.

Huang Haibin is indeed a person of perfect transition, as can be seen from the detail of his printing of poems.

A poem occupies one page, and some poems are only seven or eight lines, and many are fourteen or fifteen lines.

On the other hand, it's a waste of paper.

Huang Haibin handed the poem to Song Mengcheng and said, "Brother Song, you can take a look at the poems I have written recently, there are sixty-eight poems in total, please give me some advice." ”