After the office furniture and equipment of Unit C 403 were emptied, it suddenly became much brighter.

Song Mengcheng purchased some materials needed for the studio, which became a real studio, and he gave this studio a name: Wumingzhai, made a plaque, and hung it at the door.

"Nameless Zhai" is taken from a sentence in Zhuangzi's "Wandering Away": "The supreme man has no self, the god and man have no merit, and the saint has no name." ”

In fact, the three of supreme, god-man, and saint all have the same meaning, referring to the highest state of being a human being.

Song Mengcheng knew that he was too far away from this realm, and the purpose of hanging this sign was to remind himself.

Song Mengcheng started a regular life mode, spending seven or eight hours a day on creation, and implementing the ideas he had created from a simple start.

The "swastika" series of works belongs to the works on the shelf, which can not be completed all at once, the weather in Haikou is humid and cold, and the paint dries very slowly, so Song Mengcheng only filled in the background color first, and put it there, focusing on the creation of various derivatives of poetry.

As the first guest since "Nameless Zhai" became the studio, there is no doubt that it must be Fang Xiaoya.

As soon as Fang Xiaoya entered the door, she looked at the messy materials in the living room, and said, "Xiaocheng, you are too messy here, what can you do without me?"

Song Mengcheng said: "Studio, it's normal to mess up, if you clean it up, it will be messy tomorrow." ”

Fang Xiaoya said: "That's not good, you're too messy here, where is my hostess's face resting?"

Song Mengcheng said with a smile: "Under the fame, it is actually difficult to deserve. You, the hostess, have not been certified, but you have an empty title, and others will not blame you. ”

Fang Xiaoya stopped what she was doing, looked at Song Mengcheng seriously, and said, "Xiaocheng, are you really ready to ask for me?"

This question with a sense of responsibility destroyed the only bit of romantic feeling he had, Song Mengcheng put down the things in his hand, walked over and said solemnly: "Xiaoya, we are only in a relationship now, we are still too young, and the rest of our lives are very long, if you have to talk about it with responsibility, you will really lose a lot of things, especially the feeling of love." ”

Fang Xiaoya was stunned, not knowing how to answer, Song Mengcheng patted her on the shoulder and walked back to the bedroom.

I don't know what kind of thoughts to have, Fang Xiaoya continued to clean up the things in the living room, until she felt neat and tidy, and there was no place to clean up, she silently walked out of the house, closed the door of Unit C 403, and didn't even say hello.

Song Mengcheng heard the sound of the door closing, walked out of the room, sighed, and continued to work on his creation.

In four days, Song Mengcheng's first "Swastika" was barely finished, and some details were still missing, and it was necessary to wait for the paint to dry before it could be completely completed.

I did a few poems of work.

The first is a poem on the shelf, Song Mengcheng put on a long lattice of rice paper, with a brush, to record one of his own poems, and then pasted it to the center of the canvas frame, and then used gray paint to paint the whole work, of course, the handwriting part in the middle position, only a shallow layer was painted, and the words could still be seen clearly.

The second work is Song Mengcheng handwriting a poem, and then finding an advertising production center, scanning the poem's handwriting and carving it onto a marble stele, in order to avoid looking like a tombstone, Song Mengcheng fixed the size of the stele into a 1 meter x 1 meter square.

The remaining 3 works are relatively simple.

The poem on the stone is written on a smooth, relatively flat stone with a particularly thin brush and red acrylic paint.

A poem on a leaf is a poem copied with a pen on a leaf that has dried.

The last one is a manuscript, which can be put in a frame.

Song Mengcheng put a few works on the table and made a phone call to Chen Jianghe, Song Mengcheng said: "Old Chen, I have created a few works, do you want to come and have a look?"

Chen Jianghe asked, "Is there any good tea to drink?"

Song Mengcheng said: "You are here, you must have good tea." ”

Chen Jianghe said: "Okay, you boil the water first, and I'll go over immediately." ”

After hanging up the phone, Song Mengcheng returned to the tea room and turned out a Xiaguan Tuo tea, and then began to boil water.

Chen Jianghe came quickly, the water was not boiling, he heard his knock on the door, invited Lao Chen to the living room, Song Mengcheng said: "Lao Chen, come and see, how are these works?"

Lao Chen said: "You hung the sign of Wumingzhai outside?"

Song Mengcheng said: "Yes. ”

"Do you know the origin of the nameless?" asked Chen Jianghe.

Song Mengcheng said: "Of course, Zhuangzi's "Wandering Away", the supreme man has no self, the god has no merit, and the saint has no name. ”

"Do you want to be a saint?" asked Chen Jianghe

Song Mengcheng said with a smile: "Actually, I also asked myself this in my heart. This must be a yes answer, definitely not possible!

Chen Jianghe looked at Song Mengcheng and didn't continue to ask, but glanced at the living room and said, "Oh, the office has moved?"

Song Mengcheng said: "I moved out on the twelfth day of the first month, on the seventh floor of the Qiongtai Building. ”

Chen Jianghe said: "Qiongtai Building? ”

Song Mengcheng said: "It is a newly built office building, opposite Wanlv Park. ”

Chen Jianghe said: "It's so far, is it convenient for you to run back and forth like this?"

Song Mengcheng shook his head with a wry smile and said: "That can't be helped, the company has increased by nearly 20 people, and I don't have enough land at all, so I simply moved away, and this place is arranged as a studio." ”

Chen Jianghe sighed and began to look at Song Mengcheng's works seriously.

After reading it, he said: "If I hadn't listened to your interpretation, I might not have understood this "swastika", but now it looks very thoughtful and interesting, very much like a picture of the stars." ”

After all, Chen Jianghe is not a professional in art, but because he teaches classical literature, he has a rich aesthetic background, but he also seems to understand Song Mengcheng's works.

Chen Jianghe turned his gaze to a few poetry works, and after pondering for a while, Chen Jianghe asked, "You wrote this poem?"

Song Mengcheng said: "Of course, even the main content is not mine, what kind of works do you make." ”

Chen Jianghe said: "Your poems are too colloquial, not quite the same as the contemporary poetry I have come into contact with. Chen Jianghe hesitated, but decided to tell the truth, and squeezed out four words: "Too straightforward." ”

Song Mengcheng said: "Lao Chen, your concept of poetry is too backward. ”

Chen Jianghe said: "I have also read some contemporary poems, but compared with ancient style poems, there are many less, and I have never read poems like yours." ”

Song Mengcheng said: "The ancients wrote poems, in fact, it was very simple, but the oral environment at that time was the classical Chinese we learn now, and you can give examples at will." ”

Chen Jianghe muttered a few poems in his heart, and indeed as Song Mengcheng said, he said from a different angle: "The ancients paid more attention to the beauty of rhythm. ”

Song Mengcheng said: "This point is indeed unique to ancient poems, because of the need for ancient poems to be sung at that time, in fact, the ancients wrote poems, not written on paper, and then formed into prints, but may be recited casually on such occasions as Qinglou, and played by geisha on the spot, so that they were widely disseminated." ”

Chen Jianghe nodded and said, "That's the case, but it's still hard to understand." ”

Song Mengcheng said: "Let me give you an example, for example, Jia Dao's "The Hermit is Not Encountered", how to translate it?"

Chen Jianghe said: "This is simple, I met a child under the pine tree, I asked him where your master went, he said that my master went into the mountains to collect medicine, I don't know where it is." ”

Song Mengcheng motioned for Chen Jianghe to go into the tearoom to chat, and said as he walked: "In fact, contemporary poetry should be written like this, the ancients wrote classical Chinese because their language was the same at that time. ”

Sitting in the tea room, Song Mengcheng began to make tea, poured a cup for Chen Jianghe, and continued: "Chinese poetry has roughly gone through several stages, poetry classics, Chu Ci, Han Dynasty Yuefu Southern and Northern Dynasties poetry, Tang and Song lyrics, modern poetry, contemporary poetry

Modern poetry is a watershed, from realism, to hazy poetry, to the emergence of avant-garde poetry, and then to contemporary poetry, trying from the perspective of language, but the embarrassing thing is that modern and contemporary poetry has softened too many ancient poetry things, and there are foreign translations into China, forming a unique translation style of writing, so it has led to modern and contemporary poetry is very strange and strange in language, but as a historical phenomenon, there is no right or wrong, good or bad, just the change of the times. “

Listening to Song Mengcheng's gushing narration, the truth is this, but it is still difficult to understand, Song Mengcheng smiled and said, "Drink tea, Lao Chen, when I didn't say anything." ”

Chen Jianghe said: "It's hard to change the old concept, but your idea is very new, and I think it's a new exploration." ”

Song Mengcheng said: "This is difficult to explain now, wait for a few years, the rise of the Internet, you will understand." ”

Chen Jianghe took a sip of tea and said, "Well, this tea is good, much better than Yi Wu." ”

Song Mengcheng smiled and said, "Lao Chen, you have a bad mouth." ”

Chen Jianghe said: "I'm not telling you, I bought a set of tea sets, during this time I drank tea at home every day, and I also bought two books on tea ceremony and etiquette.

Song Mengcheng gave up his position and said: "Tea is a thing that lies in this word, it is a meticulous thing, and it is a good thing to have a sense of ceremony." ”

Chen Jianghe sat on the position of the main brewer, tidied up the entire tea table, and solemnly began to make tea, every action was very exquisite, pious like a believer who visited the Tao and sought Buddha.