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At this time, Song Baojun began to choose a calligraphy pen, first tried the pen with his thumb and fingertips, then threw it aside, and continued to pick up the second brush to inspect.

Yang Xuan hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"The wolf's pen is a little hard, and the words are easy to write. But this is a line of pleasure diagrams, so naturally it is not suitable. ”

Bei Shijie snorted: "Pretending, as if there is really such a thing!"

After a while, Song Baojun chose a medium-length pen, Ye Jingchun washed his hands in the copper basin on the side, and said with a smile: "The ink is polished." ”

Ai Langzhou smiled dryly: "With Ye Jingchun grinding ink for you, I really don't know if it is a blessing that has been cultivated for several lifetimes, I will never spare you if you don't write well." After saying that, I found that the joke was not funny at all.

Song Baojun ignored him, and his literary and artistic personality gradually merged, and he brushed and wrote in the blank space of "Xihua Zen Residence Xingle Tu".

Everyone hurriedly stretched out their heads to look, and Chu Runtian Bei Shijie sighed at the same time. I saw that he raised his wrists and lowered his waist, his expression was focused, and he was in the posture of a grandmaster; he put down his pen quickly, swimming away from the dragon and snake, as if the right army was possessed.

At the beginning, the two "ten" characters are juxtaposed, forming a cursive prefix, the thickness is staggered, and there is a soft temperament in the smooth stroke, this posture is really not comparable to beginners, Bei Shijie immediately put away the color of laughter, and turned serious.

Song Baojun quickly finished writing a line, dipped his pen in a small half of ink, and continued to write.

He writes small lines of grass that are similar in size to fingernails, arranged together in a dense and dense manner, making the originally flat paintings appear three-dimensional.

Forty words were waved, and Song Baojun wrote in the inscription: "Accompany the noble sons to have fun, Song Baojun inscribed in the late autumn of Ding Younian." ”

Everyone hurriedly approached, only to see what he wrote: "It's good to release the boat at sunset, and the breeze and waves are late." Bamboo deep guest place, when the lotus is clean and cool. The son mixes ice water, and the beauty snow lotus silk. The head of the cloud is black, and it should be the rain urging poetry. ”

The handwriting is completely oblique, like a crow in the wind, staggered in the blank space of the painting, the flowing water-like lines, chic with a sense of loneliness, and three points of coldness in the wind flow, which is really beautiful.

This is Du Fu's poem "Accompany the noble sons of Zhang Bagou to bring prostitutes to enjoy the cool evening and encounter the rain one of them", which is written about the amusement life of the noble son, the talented and beautiful woman, the boat at dusk, or with the bamboo, or in the lotus, mixing ice water, snow lotus silk, a good elegant scenery. The tone of the poem is relaxed, but the author, as a companion, is full of loneliness.

Song Baojun threw the brush into the tube, picked up a cigarette and lit it, slowly spewed out a white mist, and said slowly: "If your rotten painting was only worth 30 yuan a foot, it can now be sold for 300,000 square feet." ”

"You, what are you talking about?" Chu Runtian was furious, stepped forward and grabbed Song Baojun's collar and shouted: "Even with your broken words, you dare to insult my paintings!"

"Runtian, wait. ”

Chu Runtian barely controlled his temper, and when he looked back, he saw Yang Xuan and several people gathered around the case with full attention, and their eyes shot a light that had never been seen before.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Song Baojun's words are nothing more than elegant and chic, and they look too good, but in front of experts such as Bei Shijie, Ai Langzhou, and Yang Xuan, who are new to the door, they can read the emotions in their handwriting.

They are members of the Hanshan Society, so they naturally have the corresponding vision and insight.

Anyone who has practiced calligraphy for several years can write well, but only a master has this kind of skill to write about feelings and express unique thinking or theoretical knowledge.

Every line of Song Baojun's words is in response to Du Fu's thoughts, the first two sentences of "the sunset is good to release the boat, the breeze and waves are late" is very relaxed and freehand, and to "the bamboo is deep to stay at the guest place, when the lotus is clean and cool", there are more cold bystanders. When it comes to "Childe mixes ice water, beautiful woman snow lotus silk", the temperament of calligraphy vaguely turns into a piece of loneliness, and the last "black on the head of the cloud, it should be the rain urging poetry" is three points of banter, three points of boredom and three points of loneliness.

It's amazing to be able to apply emotions to this extent.

Before this extreme beauty, even the painting itself was overshadowed.

Because the calligraphy is so prominent, it even seems that the painting is inconsequential, which makes people feel superfluous.

Yang Xuan breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a virgin in his thirties had been vented on his beloved goddess, his face was unprecedentedly satisfied, and he shouted loudly: "Good! Good words!

Chu Runtian was stunned, and said in a snort: "No, it's not that exaggerated, right?"

Bei Shijie looked completely depressed, his face was pale, his fingers trembled, and he muttered: "It's so well written, it turns out that I really made a fool of myself in front of you." ”

Although Ai Langzhou had been mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but admire. He secretly glanced at Ye Jingchun, then looked at Song Baojun, and said in his heart: "It's not that I'm incompetent, but the enemy is too strong." ”

It's not surprising that as long as he has this kind of talent, Ye Jingchun looks down on Song Baojun, and he doesn't care about the other party's height, shortness, fatness, and family background.

"Is it really that good?" Chu Runtian couldn't help but doubt his own vision, and leaned over to look.

Yang Xuan hurriedly grabbed him and pointed to the last word "poem" and said: "Brother Chu, look, this pen, this turn, here is a hook, extremely lonely, thousands of thoughts, endless aftertaste, it is simply wonderful!"

Chu Runtian is not very proficient in calligraphy, so he can't see the difference between good and bad, so he stubbornly said: "Indeed, it is indeed good." ”

Yang Xuan's fingers gently touched the corner of "Xihua Zen Residence Xingle Map", and said: "Brother Song, you have such a high attainment, only writing an inscription poem, it is a fly in the ointment, why don't you write a single word?"

Song Baojun dusted off his cigarette ash and said, "No, today's emotions have been exhausted." ”

The meaning of his words is three words: "no mood", such a straightforward rejection of the other party without giving face, Yang Xuan couldn't get angry at all, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, yes." ”

The Hanshan Club and even any community organization can make others look up to you, unless you have a deep background, and then you have outstanding ability, otherwise you are talented.

Song Baojun showed his skills, which made people look up to him, and Yang Xuan's attitude immediately became respectful.

Lin Zhenxian leaned over to take a closer look, holding the jade neck with his hand to prevent the long hair from falling down, so as not to touch the picture. Her expression was extremely focused, and she didn't understand that she was looking at the painting, but in fact, if you look closely, you can find that her star-like eyes have long fallen on the blank space in the upper right of the picture.

Qin Shumin knew that the handwriting was good, but she still couldn't help but say: "It's such an ugly word, it completely defiles Senior Brother Chu's painting, if it was worth a thousand yuan earlier, it is only worth ten yuan now." ”

No one paid attention to her, the more Yang Xuan looked at it, the more he liked it, and simply said: "Brother Chu, Brother Song, if you don't mind, I am willing to pay 10,000 yuan for this painting." ”

How do you know that the two shook their heads at the same time, Chu Runtian's good painting was dominated by Song Baojun's so-called inscription poem, and he was already very dissatisfied, and now Yang Xuan is obviously willing to pay for this poem, isn't it equivalent to slapping Lao Tzu in the face?

He is not a person who is short of money, all he cares about is his reputation and face.

Song Baojun also refused, very simply, the otaku thought the price was low.

The only one here who doesn't have to worry about Chu Runtian's face is Lin Zhenxian, whose slender jade fingers painted with pale nail polish dotted a few positions in the painting, and said: "If you only talk about the calligraphy of the inscription poem, I can give 100,000 yuan, but when it is with the painting, it is a little discounted." ”

She turned to Chu Runtian and bowed slightly, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Senior Chu, I'm not targeting you, I'm just commenting on the painting itself, I hope you don't care." ”

"Where, where, no, no, no. Although Lin said, I humbly accept criticism. Chu Runtian waved his hand generously and disapprovingly, wanting to kill Song Baojun in his heart.

Yang Xuan echoed: "The temperament of poetry and painting is indeed a bit mismatched. Originally, the painting was the protagonist, the inscription poem was the supporting role, and the relationship between the two sides was the relationship between red flowers and green leaves, which should play the role of setting off the protagonist. Here, however, the poetic temperament is so strong that it completely obscures the brilliance of the painting. ”

Chu Runtian's face became more and more ugly, as if everyone felt that the other party owed him five million.

Song Baojun kneading his chin with his fingers and muttered, "Then I'll change this painting, how about it?"

"You change?" Chu Runtian couldn't believe that he dared to say such ignorant words, and asked again: "Will you change it?" Have you studied Danqing for a few years? To tell you the truth, even the tutor of the Academy of Fine Arts doesn't dare to change my paintings easily, just you?" The last two words were the disdain that came out of the nostrils.

Song Baojun secretly thought that Lao Tzu followed Ye Jingchun to participate in this Laoshizi gathering, and if he didn't show his means, he would really be bullied to the bone, so he said loudly: "Although I haven't studied Danqing in Xia, it's okay to change this level of painting." ”

"You, what are you talking about?" Chu Runtian's eyes widened, if it weren't for Lin Zhenxian's presence, he would have gone up to fight with Song Baojun regardless of his manners, pointing to the "Xihua Zen Residence Xingle Tu" and shouting: "Okay, you can change it! Let everyone comment after the change! If everyone thinks it's okay, even if I lose, I'll pour you tea and wine." If not, hehe, what do you say?"

"Then I'll fine three glasses of wine, how about it?" Song Baojun said with an understatement.

Chu Runtian almost blew up his lungs out of breath, and shouted: "Three glasses of wine!

Lin Zhenxian was looking forward to it, and seeing that they were arguing endlessly, he chuckled and said, "Senior Chu, no matter how Song Baojun changes, I paid 100,000 yuan to buy this painting, okay?"

Chu Runtian couldn't be angry with Lin Zhenxian at all, and when he saw the girl's smiling face, he was dumbfounded all of a sudden, so he had to smile and say, "Okay, you can change it quickly." "The resentment in my heart is deeper.

The hostility that Song Baojun has suffered in the past 23 years is unknown, including the sarcasm of his teachers, the sarcasm of his friends, the humiliation of his classmates, and the beatings of people in the society, and he didn't take Chu Runtian's little eyes to heart at all.