"The scenery of Zhushan is really good, and the growth of bamboo is also very gratifying......"

Everyone got up to clean up, and Lu Zi'an was about to ask Shen Mange to bring her big bag over, when he heard someone call him.

"Mr. Lu?"

He turned around and saw a group of people walking this way.

I looked at it carefully, and it was good, I seemed to know them all, and I didn't seem to know any of them.

The middle-aged man who walked in front seemed very happy when he saw him, and walked over quickly: "Oh, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet Mr. Lu here." ”

Lu Zi'an tried to search for his appearance in his mind, and at the same time smiled awkwardly but politely: "Ah, it's quite a coincidence......

The man was not angry, but still said with a smile: "I'm Tan Bojing, have you forgotten? It's just the opening ceremony a few days ago! It's the third one sitting on your left, remember?"

Oh, it turned out to be a special guest, Lu Zi'an smiled a little more sincerely: "Of course I remember, Mr. Tan......"

"Yes, yes, that's me. Tan Bojing introduced him to more than a dozen people behind him: "This Mr. Lu is extremely talented, very good, don't look at his youth, that skill is indeed not to say, he is the youngest special guest of this Winter Expo!"

The people who came with him praised again and again, it was simply a boast to death, and Lu Zi'an was a little helpless.

"Huh, what is this?" But Tan Bojing saw the bamboo tube in Lu Zi'an's hand, and said curiously: "This is bamboo, right......?"

Lu Zi'an snorted: "It's a bamboo carving." ”

"Hey, aren't you a wood carver, and you can do bamboo carving?" Tan Bojing was puzzled.

Lu Zi'an smiled: "Hmm...... Slightly understood. ”

"Shhh...... Slowly. Tan Bojing frowned and stared at it a few times: "I don't think I know a little bit about this sword skill...... What is this engraved? What poem is engraved? I feel that the artistic conception is very far-reaching......"

Well, what he is in front of him at this moment is the bamboo forest in front of him, I don't know where he saw the far-reaching artistic conception.

Lu Zi'an played with the bamboo tube, although this Tan Bojing is a little familiar, but he is also a very interesting person, he doesn't want to refute his face in public, so he simply nodded: "Yes, it's a poem, it's a ......"

"Hey, don't say it, don't say it. ”

Tan Bojing smiled, straightened his waist and pretended to say mysteriously: "Look at this work, it should not be completed yet, why don't you continue to do it, Mr. Lu, let's guess what the poetry of this painting is?"

The people who came with him naturally agreed: "Yes, I used to read paintings and poems, and I was tired of playing, but now I look at paintings and guess poems, which is quite interesting." ”

"We're all specialized in this, don't say we're bullying you!"

Everyone laughed loudly, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Lu Zi'an didn't have anything to be awkward, anyway, he was halfway done, so he sat down again.

It turns out that these people are all from the poetry club, and they are all retired old men, and they look at the scenery everywhere every day when they have nothing to do, and they write poems and paintings, which is quite interesting.

And Tan Bojing is the Dongyang bamboo weaving Tan family as a family, he often comes here in Zhushan, and today is also a gathering of old friends, speaking of the good scenery of Zhushan, come to accompany them to visit the mountains and rivers.

Lu Zi'an lifted the knife and carved the bamboo with the painting method, and the knife was carried heartily and delicately.

The structure of the bamboo carving surface is complete and coordinated, although it is shallowly carved, there are still gentle ups and downs, steep and sudden, the bamboo is elegant, and a few knives will outline the dock and the pavilion near the lake.

Green bamboo, clear water set off this pavilion is extraordinarily quiet and elegant, the style is high and elegant, quite far away from the hustle and bustle.

Everyone couldn't help frowning slightly, what kind of poem is this......

Bamboo, lake, pavilion, dock......

Someone whispered: "Isn't it the door to the Dongwu Wanli ship?"

"No, not really. A person next to him shook his head: "It's early spring, and it shouldn't be Cuizhu, it should be Cuiliu." ”

Everyone else was looking at the picture of the bamboo carving, but Tan Bojing's gaze was glued to the carving knife in Lu Zi'an's hand for a long time and couldn't take it off.

This sword skill!

Shallow, profound, young and fine, delicate and comprehensive knife skills, switching between various skills freely, he has seen so many people carve, except for Master Bai, I have never seen anyone use the knife so heartily!

And because Lu Zi'an has a solid foundation in calligraphy and painting, the bamboo carving works made are elegant and quiet, and they are very mastery.

When he gently scrapes off the floating thorns with his fingertips and blows off the floating debris, the whole work is completed.

On the picture is a bamboo dock with phoenix tails and forests, which is quiet and quiet, and the world is super dusty.

Heavy clouds were deposited, and the late arrival of the frost left a few withered lotus leaves dancing in the wind, which sounded like autumn rain.

There is a large area of blank space on the right side, which gives people room for imagination, as if the faint bamboo patterns in the distance have turned into several mountains and rivers and several cities.

Tan Bojing couldn't help but silently recite in his heart: The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water threshold is clear, and the lovesickness is separated from the city. The autumn clouds do not disperse, and the frost flies late, leaving the dry lotus to listen to the sound of the rain.

Li Shangyin's poems can only be experienced and tasted, but this bamboo carving delicately depicts the artistic conception and feelings of the whole poem, which is really rare......

"Huh, old Tan, you can't be reckless, hahaha. ”

Tan Bojing was pushed before he came back to his senses and smiled: "I guessed it a long time ago...... It's just that Mr. Lu's knife skills are so exquisite, I can't see it. ”

Everyone laughed good-naturedly: "I'm afraid it's not that I can't think of it and I'm worried, right? You said you guessed it, but you said, which poem came out of this carving?"

Lu Zi'an smiled slightly and handed over the bamboo tube: "Mr. Tan." ”

"Ah, good. Tan Bojing took it in his hand, and when he looked closely, he felt that the carving technique was delicate and unique, and the whole was elegant, giving people a peaceful visual sense, but this appreciation and play were already exquisite.

The more he looked at it, the more happy he became, Guo Bojing sighed softly: "Okay, this carving is like flowing water......

"Ouch, don't care about Mr. Kualu's carving, just say, which poem is he carving this time!"

Guo Bojing raised his eyebrows: "Of course I have to stay with the dry lotus to listen to the sound of the rain! Don't tell me that you didn't see it!"

"Hahahaha, sure enough, he saw it too. The crowd laughed.

Guo Bojing became more and more happy the more he played: "Oh, look at it, this line! This composition! I'll look at it, I'll look at ......."

He lifted the bamboo tube and squinted his eyes: "It's how this railing looks like a wooden ......"

"How come, what we are standing here looking at is made of bamboo, how can it be wooden?" someone laughed at him, and reached out to take a closer look.

"Oops, it looks like it's really wooden......" he pushed his reading glasses: "This, it shouldn't be, and it doesn't look like it's glued on...... Hey, look at this. ”

A group of them passed it to each other, turning the bamboo tube over and over again, and finally Tan Bojing looked at Lu Zi'an suspiciously: "Mr. Lu, you ...... it"

"Yes, this is a new technique, called the real carving method. Lu Zi'an smiled slightly and straightened his sleeves: "It seems that wood is bamboo, bamboo and wood are blended, and it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood." ”

"Messy carving...... It's really exquisite!" Tan Bojing couldn't help but clench a little: "Mr. Lu, this, can I ask if I can cut love? ”

"......" Lu Zi'an said that this is really a pure practice work, and he didn't think about selling it, after all, he was still teaching it before......

Seeing that he was embarrassed, Tan Bojing hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, if it's inconvenient, I'll ......" and handed the work back.

Lu Zi'an shook his head, stretched out his hand to pick it up, and said, "That's not what I mean, it's just that this is purely a work of practice, and I can't count it." ”

"Practice?" Tan Bojing was really surprised, he had already handed it to Lu Zi'an, and he clenched it with a distressed face and was reluctant to let go: "You won't throw it away, will you?"