Chapter Seventy-Two: Can You Cut Love?

As one of the symbols of Chinese plants, bamboo has been respected by countless literati and elegant guests since ancient times, and plum, orchid, chrysanthemum and called the four gentlemen, and plum, pine and called the three friends of the year. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Among them, the bamboo of Zhengbanqiao is the most famous.

Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks.

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south.

Uncle Zhao said and took a whip handed over by the little boy, and gently compared it on the painting, but did not touch the picture, "I know that Zheng Banqiao is very good at painting bamboo, the first in the world, and the kung fu of copying this painting is also very good, indicating that the author knows Zheng Banqiao very well, but the reason why Zheng Banqiao's bamboo is famous is that it is two words." ”

Saying that, Uncle Zhao's teaching whip tip moved along the bamboo leaf of the bamboo on the far left of "Qing Bamboo Picture" to the right, "The picture structure is natural, there is no problem, and the height of the bamboo is flawless, but the problem is that this bamboo leaf." ”

Wang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly.

"This bamboo leaf is downward, it's not right. Uncle Zhao said with a smile.

"Why?" asked Wang Yao.

"What is the name of this painting, did your family tell you?" Uncle Zhao asked with a smile.

"Clear Bamboo Picture," Wang Yao replied.

"That's right, knowing the name of this painting, you can't find that it's just a fake, it can only show that the child doesn't know how to draw, painting bamboo, bamboo leaves are very important, Qingzhu bamboo leaves are upward, the structure is mostly the word 'human', describing vitality, bamboo branches are very strong, so it is Qingzhu. Uncle Zhao said with a smile, "The bamboo leaves in this painting hang low, and the top of the bamboo leaves is expressed with the word 'points', which is the bamboo after the rain." ”

Uncle Zhao smiled, "This is clearly Yuzhu, what's going on with "Clear Bamboo Map"?"

Wang Yao was stunned and scratched his head, although he didn't know whether it was true or not, but these should be basic common sense, because Uncle Zhao didn't mention anything esoteric like artistic conception and brushwork.

"This is a primer to the bamboo painting left by the ancestors, you can take a look. Uncle Zhao looked at Wang Yao's somewhat unwilling expression, smiled, and took out a copy from the bookshelf under the counter and handed it to Wang Yao.

Wang Yao took the book and flipped through it.

"I'll be in the back room, and call me if there's anything else. Uncle Zhao nodded at Huang Jiani and Zheng Xixi and returned to the back room.

Wang Yao quickly flipped through the unknown painted bamboo book, and sweat gradually oozed from the corners of his forehead.

Huang Jiani didn't bother Wang Yao either, because she received more guests, Wang Yao's unwillingness and distrust was too normal, and it was difficult to accept it for a while, just wait to calm down.

Zheng Jingjing frowned and looked at Wang Yao with some concern.

.........

Uncle Zhao returned to the back room, which was a bookstore, with antique and all-solid wood furniture, and a wooden couch, on which sat an old man with gorgeous hair wearing a white shirt, copying a calligraphy.

Seeing Uncle Zhao coming back, the old man in the shirt stopped his pen, "So fast?"

"A fake, a pair of rain bamboo and poetry and bamboo, in order to take care of the child's mood, I delayed a little longer, otherwise I would have come back a long time ago. Uncle Zhao smiled.

"Qingzhu, who are you copying?" asked the old man in the shirt.

"Zheng Banqiao's, the copy is good, and there are some old objects, but they are not genuine. Uncle Zhao smiled.

Zheng Banqiao's "Clear Bamboo Picture". The old man in the shirt frowned, "The real thing hasn't been born yet." ”

"Bamboo and ink bamboo appeared on the market a few years ago, and were bought by some overseas businessmen. Uncle Zhao smiled.

"Bamboo Clearing". The old man in the shirt touched his chin, "You can talk about it more carefully." ”

"There's nothing to say, that's a good painter, but maybe not highly educated, hearsay to Zheng Banqiao's inscription, the copy of a pair of rain and bamboo with the inscription of "Clear Bamboo Picture". Uncle Zhao smiled.

"Not true. The old man in the shirt got up and shook his head, "There are very few Qingzhu in Zheng Banqiao, and the only historical record is the inscription Qingzhu purchased by the painter Hua Yan." ”

"That's the pair, Yangzhou fresh san fish, rotten spring breeze in early March. The kitchen was paid to rest and cut off, and Qingguang left this book to take care of the book. Uncle Zhao nodded and recited.

"Take me to see it. A flash of surprise flashed on the shirt old man's face, and he pulled Uncle Zhao up and walked towards the outhouse.

When he arrived at the outhouse, the old man in the shirt suddenly brightened his eyes, not to see the painting, but to see Wang Yao, who was writing on the paper.

Wang Yao finished reading the rough bamboo painting book in a few minutes, and it was true that this painting did not match Qingzhu, but Wang Yao knew that the system would not make mistakes, so he could only verify this painting in other ways.

Zheng Banqiao's poems, calligraphy and paintings are well known, not only first-class poetry and painting, but also the creation of the so-called 'six and a half' books.

'Six and a half points' is Zheng Banqiao's original font, which is a combination of the 'Bafang Book', mixed with other book styles such as Kai, line, seal, grass, etc., this font seems to be bohemian and unruly stone paving streets, but in fact, there are rules in the vertical and longitudinal.

It seems to be a casual stroke, but the overall view produces a sense of jumping and agile rhythm.

It is very different from the traditional orthodox calligraphy, so it is also a font that is difficult to imitate.

There are five steps to learning basic calligraphy, graffiti, red painting, posting, back pasting, and doing whatever you want.

After this, you can enter the real realm of calligraphy.

Wang Yao has the basic skills of calligraphy, and has all the experience and knowledge of these five steps, so Zheng Banqiao's copying will naturally be the same.

But copying is just copying, only its shape does not know its meaning, the layman may look similar, but the insider can see the flaw at a glance.

Wang Yao copied the inscription on the "Clear Bamboo Picture", and wanted to wait for Uncle Zhao to take a good look at the gap, since there is a problem with the painting, if the word is really Zheng Banqiao's word, then the painting is also very likely to be true, after all, no one has ever seen the real handiwork, and Uncle Zhao only relied on the painting to identify whether it was genuine.

As soon as Wang Yao wrote two words, he was so frightened by a shout that his hands shook and his pen and ink fainted.

The little boy who was squatting on the stool and watching Wang Yao write sighed regretfully.

"Qi Lao, why did you come out?" Huang Jiani, who was chatting with Zheng Xixi, stood up in surprise and saluted the old man in the shirt.

Zheng Xixi also stood up and looked at the old man in the shirt in surprise.

"I heard that there is a painting, but Lao Zhao can't understand it, so I came out to take a look. The old man in the shirt smiled very kindly, walked up to Wang Yao and looked at Wang Yao, "Young man, your surname?"

"Don't be surnamed Wang. Wang Yao knew that this old man must have an extraordinary identity, and that Huang Jiani was obviously not so respectful when she talked to Uncle Zhao.

"The surname is Wang. The old man in the shirt nodded, "How many years have you been learning to write?"

"Uh. "Wang Yaoyi was stunned" for some years, and he wrote with his father when he was a child. ”

"Very good, your word. The old man in the shirt smiled and patted Wang Yao's shoulder, "What about your paintings?"

Wang Yao lifted the painting covered by rice paper.

The old man in the shirt took out a small mirror from his pocket and looked at the painting carefully.

"Master Zhao. Wang Yao arched his hand at Uncle Zhao, "Can you help me look at the words on it again?" I think the name of this painting may be misleading. ”

Uncle Zhao smiled: "Don't you know him, how can you learn calligraphy not know him?"

Wang Yao was stunned, glanced at the old man in the shirt who was still looking at the painting, and touched his cheek embarrassedly, "I'm self-taught, so I'm clumsy." ”

"Young man, my name is Qigong. The old man in the shirt got up and patted Wang Yao on the shoulder with a smile.

"Hello Master Qigong. Wang Yao saluted respectfully.

Qi Gong smiled, "Young man, this painting is related to me, can you cut love?"

When the words fell, everyone was stunned.