Song Baojun replied repeatedly: "I dare not be ashamed, I dare not be ashamed." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

At this moment, Zhu Lao could hear what he was talking nonsense, and said: "Even if my teacher, Old Man Baishi, comes back to life, I'm afraid he won't be able to write such words." Wonderful! No. 1 in Tea State! Although he was extremely emotional, he was still very cautious and did not dare to say anything full, using words such as "I'm afraid", saying that the tea state is unparalleled in scope and not the first in the world.

The ink gradually dried, and Zhu Lao carefully grabbed the edge of the notebook and ordered: "Hang it up first, and then enjoy it!" ”

Most of the students who come to the classroom are successful in learning, and calligraphy is at least introductory, and some of them are already proficient. In addition, the university curriculum is not only about practicing writing, but also about the in-depth content of appreciation and evaluation, so that students have the eye to appreciate art, and they will not look at Song Baojun's works like a layman, and taste the good and bad.

For example, if you ask a junior high school graduate to admire Monet's "Blue Water Lilies", he will only feel that the painting is colorful and the lines are blurred, and that's it, and he will no longer see anything more. Let an experienced artist look at it, and naturally see the countless emotions contained in it.

This is the difference between a layman and an insider.

Ten minutes after "Da Jiangdong Goes to Post" was hung on the blackboard, there were seventy or eighty teachers and students in the spacious classroom, and there was not a single superfluous voice.

Everyone was holding their breath and watching this masterpiece of calligraphy.

Ai Langzhou was fascinated, and suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, and was slapped by Song Baojun. He looked back angrily, only to see Song Baojun's head raised high, and said, "Do you compare with me?" ”

Alan Zhou was silent, forgetting even the due resistance and the pain in the back of his head.

After a long time, everyone gradually came back to their senses and began to talk and discuss in a whisper, looking at the blackboard for a while, and looking at Song Baojun who was full of humility for a while, only to feel that this thin boy was extremely tall.

Qiu Yuancheng reluctantly asked, "Teacher, how do you think this word should be evaluated?" ”

"Can't rate, can't rate." Mao Zhufeng finally regained some of his spirit, and said: "Take it and paste it first, I will put it in the living room at home, and enjoy it for three years and five years." ”

Song Baojun stepped forward and said, "Please also ask Zhu Lao to use the seal." ”

Mao Zhufeng waved his hand again and again: "You are the author, you don't use the chapter, how can I use the chapter?" ”

Song Baojun used to have poor calligraphy, and he didn't have a seal engraved on it, so he was quite embarrassed when he heard it: "I forgot my seal in the dormitory, let's put it on another day." ”

Mao Zhufeng grabbed his arm: "Let me ask you, which master did you learn this word from?" Could it be Li Qingyuan? Guo Wensheng? Neither of them has this realm. ”

Song Baojun coughed vigorously and said seriously: "I...... Since I was a child, I studied Erwang, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, Ouyang Xun, Su Shi, Huang Tingjian, Cai Xiang, Mi Fu, Zhao Mengfu, Dong Qichang, Huaisu, Zhang Xu, day after day, I copied the calligraphy, 22 years with more than 7,300 brushes, wrote 10,000 pieces of paper, and the ink stained the 500 hectares of pond in front of the house......"

Mao Zhufeng, Qiu Yuancheng, and He Jianmin were already dumbfounded.

Song Baojun didn't care about their feelings, and continued: "Eighteen large tanks in my house are filled with water and used to grind ink, but I have used up the water in the tank for a year. Later, my family spent a lot of money to buy pens and paper, and my family gradually couldn't make ends meet. I planted acres of plantain in my backyard and picked the leaves to make paper. Finally, when the banana leaves were plucked, I used my fingers as a pen to practice on my pants, and from winter to spring, I kept scratching, and a whole hundred pairs of tough jeans were cut by my fingers, which was barely a small success. ”

He Jianmin rumbled in his throat and swallowed a large mouthful of saliva hard.

"Until today's class, I listened to Mr. Qiu's wonderful lecture, watched the waves outside the window, sat and watched the wind and clouds change, and suddenly felt something, so it was a fluke to write this "Da Jiangdong to Paste". If you call me like this in the future, I'm afraid you won't be able to write it. ”

Song Baojun's words are also partly true, this kind of calligraphy requires extremely strong emotions and abundant ghostly energy, just like the "Requiem" played at the October Gala, which is difficult to copy. Ask him to write again, and he really can't write that well.

Mao Zhufeng's eyes were full of admiration, and his mouth was full of admiration, and he said: "Okay, talents are rare, talents are rare!" The foundation of genius is built up by countless sweats. You didn't have that kind of hard work back then, and how can you achieve today? ”

Song Baojun said humbly: "I have no other secrets, only a diligent ear." ”

Mao Zhufeng said: "Can you give me this "Dajiangdong Sticker"? Don't worry, I won't treat you badly, just according to the price of Huang Tingjian's works, one million per square foot, what do you think? ”

Song Baojun was a little reluctant, thought about it for a while, but said again: "Zhu Lao collects clumsy works, how dare you mention a word for money?" You can take it to pad the legs of the table and mend the walls. ”

Mao Zhufeng laughed and said, "Pad the table legs, destroy the heavens, I really can't bear it." Xiao Song, you are too modest. ”

When ancient literati wrote works, asking people to take them to "cover the pot" and "mend the wall" is actually a kind of self-humility, which means that my ugly work can't be in your eyes, but if you think about it, use it to fill the holes in the wall.

One million per square foot is the price offered by Mao Zhufeng under the agitation of his mood. A calligraphy work of art with market value has many factors besides good handwriting. For example, the author's name, whether he is a famous figure in history. This calligraphy and painting has been commented on by which famous artists, and how many collection seals have been stamped. Whether the age is near or far, and what genre the word represents. What is the origin of calligraphy and painting, if there is a story, it is precious, and if there is no story, it is mediocre.

A fledgling writer like Song Baojun has no fame in society, let alone a nationally renowned master, and even if he writes a masterpiece that he can't afford to buy.

Unless someone is willing to hype up for him, first hold up his reputation, and then raise the price, then there will naturally be lower-level speculators willing to follow up and deceive fools.

To tell the truth, the current works of Song Baojun have high artistic value, but the market value is not high, these are two concepts, and they must not be confused.

One square foot is one million, and the four-foot paper of "Dajiangdong to Post" is eight square feet, which is a full eight million yuan, and only the enthusiastic and enthusiastic Zhu Lao can shout it. In the hands of auction house experts, I am afraid it will be divided by 800 times.

Song Baojun also knew the inside story, so he didn't plan to make this money, but pretended to be generous and gave it to Zhu Lao, which was more or less a personal favor.

Zhu Lao is not only a master of calligraphy and painting, but also a rich man. Some of the fine works written over the years can often be auctioned at auction houses for a high price of two or three hundred thousand. Moreover, the hotels and hotels of various enterprises in the provinces and cities often ask him to inscribe, and the pen fee of 1 to 50,000 yuan each time is not trivial to accumulate all year round. Otherwise, he dared to shout out one million square feet without blinking an eye?

What's more, Mao Zhufeng is a disciple of Qi Baishi, for many years, his disciples are innumerable, and he is very famous, and social celebrities, government dignitaries, and wealthy businessmen have all befriended him, and there is a huge network of relationships around him.

Friendship with Zhu Lao Pan, the benefits will naturally be great in the future.

Song Baojun almost exhausted his energy to write this "Da Jiangdong to Post", so he couldn't bear to cut his love.

Qiu Yuancheng instructed Yang Hailan and a few girls to put away the calligraphy and roll it up and put it in the book. During this period, they have been told to be very careful, because this is the calligraphy that Zhu Lao himself said was "worth eight million".

As soon as the notebook was put away, Mao Zhufeng immediately reached out and snatched it, like a child finally got his beloved toy, hugged it tightly in his arms, and the look of cherishing the abnormality on his face made people secretly amused.

Song Baojun looked at He Jianmin again: "Director, don't let me remind you of this semester's scholarship!" ”

He Jianmin is a history major, although he has dabbled in calligraphy, his feelings are not as strong as Mao Zhufeng's after all, and he has come back to his senses, and he is angry when he hears the words, and he reluctantly nods with a stiff face.

Qiu Yuancheng asked the students to return to their seats and sit down, but everyone's emotions still couldn't be calm. Many people whispered, and the topic was always inseparable from Song Baojun's three words. There are also good people who want to find Ai Langzhou, looking around, it is difficult to find a trace, and the Korean version of the handsome guy has left the classroom at some point.

When the lecture resumed, compared to the previous ups and downs, it suddenly seemed boring, and no one had the heart to listen to the lecture. Even many boys quietly slipped over from behind to salute Song Baojun.

Song Baojun did not refuse, and a high mountain of cigarettes was piled up on the table.

Mao Zhufeng sat on the side and chatted with him for a while, nothing more than to encourage Song Baojun to work hard in the future, and it is just around the corner that he will soar to the sky in the future.

"Xiao Song, this is my business card, you take it." Mao Zhufeng took out a precious thing from his arms, "This business card, it's vulgar and ridiculous to say, but it's inconvenient without it." This is my personal business card, and you take it to my house as a guest. ”

The business card was actually silver, very thin and light, with Mao Zhufeng's calligraphy signature and a line of phone numbers plated on it, Song Baojun also said that there was nothing surprising, and put it in his pocket casually, and responded: "Okay." ”

He didn't know that Zhu Lao had only made a total of ten such business cards, which only the most precious friends would give. It's been 10 years since the business cards were made, and only five have been sent. And the last time Zhu Lao made a move, it was a minister of the Ministry of Culture.

The business card hides unique encryption measures, and when you go to Zhu's house with your business card, the road is unimpeded, and no one in the family stops you. Even the most secret study can be accessed.

Zhu Lao gave this business card, which showed that Song Baojun was quite important in his mind.

After chatting for a while, the young entourage came over and said, "Elder Zhu, your time is almost up today, and I am afraid that your body will not be able to bear it if you continue to talk." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, let me talk for a few more minutes." Mao Zhufeng is still full of interest. (To be continued.) )