At this critical moment, a calm and powerful big hand appeared with lightning speed. At the moment when the rice paper fell, it was tightly fastened to the top of the inkstone.

The rice paper fell, but it was not stained with a drop of ink.

The gray-clothed old man walked over quickly, carefully removed the rice paper, and spread it on the table. Its movements are focused and gentle, as if it were a rare treasure. And the old man in black closed his eyes tightly when he saw that the rice paper was saved, and his body shook a few times, as if he couldn't stand such huge emotional fluctuations.

Zhu Ziqing's sharp eyes found that the old man in black clearly left tears. Just now, he noticed that the rice paper was painted with a plum blossom in full bloom. But since I didn't know how to draw, I just looked at it and didn't care. Looking at the reactions of the two old men now, this painting should not be so simple.

"Thank you, lad. After the old man in black stabilized his mood, he stepped forward and held Tao Yingshuang's ink-stained hand tightly, and thanked him repeatedly.

This person who stretched out his hand in time was naturally Tao Yingshuang. He was not far from the table at the time and found out about the situation at the first time. After seeing the movements of the old man in gray, he also took action. Relying on his young body and fast speed, he saved the painting in time.

"Old Sun is polite, this matter is our responsibility. If you don't blame us, how dare you thank you. Tao Yingshuang said very politely.

"I don't blame you, I don't blame you. It's the old man, I'm negligent, how can I blame you. The old man in black hurriedly said. Halfway through speaking, he found that Tao Yingshuang's tone was wrong: "Hey, do you know me?"

"Mr. Sun Shouqing, a master of Chinese painting, Mr. Jia, a master of literature, Mr. Jia, I have admired it for a long time, and today I finally got my wish to see the real person. Tao Yingshuang replied honestly.

Zhu Ziqing was not calm for a while. I ×, what's going on? When you go out for a shopping and have a meal, you can meet two masters. When the two old men commented on the poems on the spot, he felt that the two of them were not simple, but he didn't expect it to be so big. Two masters.

"It's a little famous, I didn't expect anyone to remember. The old man in black shook his head and said.

"Come, don't stand, everybody. Sit down. At this time, the old man in gray stopped the painting and began to greet him.

The old man in black also reacted, and hurriedly beckoned everyone to sit down. Zhu Ziqing took this opportunity to put the ceramic Pixiu on the table. It turned out that the old man threw the paperweight in front of him just now, and it happened to be in his arms. to avoid damage to this item.

"I really want to thank you this time. This painting is the lifeblood of Old Man Sun. For this painting, he made no less than ten trips to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and it took two years to complete. No, he brought me over to help him write a poem for the painting. I didn't have a clue about the poem, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen. It's dangerous. ”

Now that his identity has been recognized, the old man in gray, no, he should be called Master Jia Qigong Jia now. Master Jia didn't hide his identity, and directly talked about the ins and outs.

"It's all my fault, if I hadn't looked at the paperweight, it wouldn't have happened. Zhu Ziqing said with some self-reproach. A master-level national player, a work that took two years to complete. It's worth a lot, and it's almost ruined for your own reasons. Thinking about it, Zhu Ziqing was a little afraid.

"Don't blame yourself, young man, no one is to blame for this. It's all to blame on the old man, I didn't think about it thoughtfully. But God willing, there is no danger. It's also a warning from God to me, don't get too carried away as a man. Master Sun will return to normal, but instead comfort Zhu Ziqing.

"If you want to blame it, blame this paperweight, why is it so flattering. Master Jia said with a 'haha' laugh.

"Speaking of paperweights, young man, you should be wearing a Polaris Centennial couple watch, right?" Master Sun asked suddenly.

"Yes, that's the one. Zhu Ziqing raised his left hand and showed his watch and said.

Since Wu Zhixuan admitted her relationship in public on her birthday, Zhu Ziqing and Lin Bao'er took their watches out openly. There is no hiding in the covers. And this time when he came to Mingzhu City, Zhu Ziqing also kept carrying his watch. I didn't expect to be seen by the old man.

It's just that he suddenly asked what this watch is for? Zhu Ziqing thought suspiciously

"Speaking of which, the watch in your hand has a lot to do with this Pixiu. They are all from the same master. Master Sun picked Pixiu up again and explained: "The difference is that the ceramics used in watches are mass-produced. And this Pixiu is purely handmade, and each shape is unique. ”

"I see. Zhu Ziqing suddenly realized.

There are too many coincidences today, and I don't want to talk about the two masters. Encountering a paperweight has such a origin. Could it be that today is an auspicious day for his zodiac? Zhu Ziqing said secretly. But he didn't notice that Tao Yingshuang was staring at his watch thoughtfully for a long time.

"You should like this Pixiu very much from the way you look, so the old man gave it to you. Don't shirk, the old man doesn't give it away in vain. I and Lao Jia have been thinking about the accompanying poem of this painting for half a month, but we have not been able to find a satisfactory one. You two also help my old man to do a good job of counseling. Master Sun picked up Pixiu and threw it directly to Zhu Ziqing, saying.

"How dare that. With Master Jia here, how can there be a place for me to speak. Zhu Ziqing resigned again and again.

He said this from the very heart. First of all, he has an advantage in this person, he respects people who are really talented and learned. Secondly, he knows his own affairs, how dare he jump in front of the master. In the end, he is now involved, and it is easy to be mistaken for a slap in the face. Provoking others for no reason, that's not his style. Not to mention that the other party is a master-level master, even if the other party is an ordinary person, he is not willing to do such a thing.

"I know you're worried about hurting my face. In fact, there is no need for this, we really have no choice. Both of you are young people with active minds, so you may have good ideas. Master Jia answered: "Especially you, Xiaoyou, the poem you made on the spot just now is very good. Maybe when you see this painting, you will be inspired by a new poem. ”

Having said this, Zhu Ziqing naturally couldn't refuse. Together with the two old men, they got up and came to the painting.

This is an ink painting, and the content of the painting is a typical Jiangnan water town. Creeks, stone roads, willows, courtyards. A pedestrian on a horse wearing a hat on a stone path. In the courtyard, a lady in palace dress was standing against the window, holding a book in her hand, but her eyes were looking out of the window.

Zhu Ziqing doesn't know how to paint, so he can't say why. But he just thinks it's good and looks very comfortable. If he had to say what was good, he could only say that the painting seemed to be alive. The willows inside seemed to be dancing with the wind, as if hearing the sound of horses' hooves, as if seeing the deep resentment in the eyes of the ladies.

Zhu Ziqing suddenly thought of a very famous modern poem in his previous life. The poem couldn't match the painting in front of me. There was something to gain, and Zhu Ziqing couldn't help but smile on his face.

"Little friend, can you think of anything?" Master Jia, who had been observing him, immediately asked.

In his previous life, Zhu Ziqing did not read a special collection of modern poetry. Most of the modern poetry he remembers was seen elsewhere. For example, "Heavenly Market" was learned in a high school textbook. Because I didn't care, I basically forgot about it after reading it. But there is an exception to one song, and that is Zheng Chouyu's "Mistake".

The first time I saw this poem, even if he didn't know anything about poetry, he felt the beautiful oriental classical artistic conception from it. Zhu Ziqing, who was deeply fascinated, immediately remembered this poem in his mind, and often recalled it when he was fine.

When he saw the content of Master Sun Shouqing's painting, this poem automatically came to his mind. Like, too much like that. The artistic conception depicted in this poem and painting is so imaginary. So much so that Zhu Ziqing had the feeling that 'painting is born for poetry, and poetry is made for painting'.

This feeling couldn't help but show on his face, and was noticed by Master Jia Qigong, who had been observing him.

"Did you think of it?"

Zhu Ziqing did not answer, nor did he turn his head. In this way, he was engrossed in admiring the painting in front of him, and said in a subdued voice:

"I hit Jiangnan and walked through"

Master Jia Qigong was not angry at Zhu Ziqing for ignoring him. The other party is obviously immersed in his own spiritual world, which he can easily see as a master of literature.

He had seen this state too many times, and he had experienced it many times. Knowing that once a person enters this state, he will see the outside world as if it were nothing. Not to mention talking, even thunder may not be able to divert his attention.

He heard Zhu Ziqing's first poem very clearly, and was sure that he had never heard it. Even he hasn't heard of it, and that ten ** is a new work. To his surprise, Zhu Ziqing actually gained so quickly, but he didn't know what the quality was. But right away he knew.

"The face of the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly

Your heart is like a little lonely city

Just like the bluestone streets are late

The sound of trampling is not sounded, and the spring curtain of March is not opened

Your heart is a small window closed to it

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes

I'm not a returner, I'm a passerby......"

The poem was finished, but the room became quiet, and no one spoke. Zhu Ziqing is still immersed in his own spiritual world. Master Sun and Master Jia were intoxicated by the artistic conception of this poem.

Tao Yingshuang, the only one who was still awake, looked at Zhu Ziqing dumbfounded. His mouth opened and closed, but he didn't dare to make a sound at all, for fear of ruining the atmosphere and disturbing everyone. It's been a long time......

"Okay, great. It's a match made in heaven. Master Sun, who came back to his senses first, was so excited that he said incoherently.

"Lightweight, clear and beautiful. Master Jia Qigong looked at Zhu Ziqing in disbelief and said an eight-character comment.

He couldn't believe that someone could make such a popular song in such a short period of time. But I saw it with my own eyes and had to believe it. If it weren't for the painting, he would still suspect that it had been prepared in advance.

However, the key words in the poems such as Jiangnan, Rongyan, catkins, bluestone, Xiangwan, spring curtains, window doors, and horseshoe correspond to those painted in the paintings. The artistic conception of a poem and a painting complements each other, and sets off each other, making each other's artistic conception more perfect. If the poem has nothing to do with the painting, he doesn't believe it even more.

Then there is only one explanation left. Genius, peerless genius. Cao Zijian, who became a poem in seven steps back then, was nothing more than that. At this time, Master Jia looked at Zhu Ziqing as if he was appreciating a rare treasure. made Zhu Ziqing get goosebumps all over his body.

"Master, I have a question. But it was Tao Yingshuang, who asked with a slight frown.

"You say, lad. "The problem that has plagued most of the month has been solved, and the other party has just saved his own efforts. Master Sun's tone was unprecedentedly kind.

"If the poem is well written, the painting is even better. But this painting is a classical Jiangnan water town, and it is a bit inappropriate to accompany a modern poem, right?"