Looking at Tang Yan's intoxicated appearance after reading the poem, Song Yanzhi found that he and Tang Yan were not on the same channel at all, and just wanted to ridicule him, but Song Yixuan opened his mouth with a smile first: "Hehe, Tang Yan, Tang Yan, you still have a little talent for writing novels, this story adds such branches and leaves to you, but it is a bit of a storytelling." ”

Song Yanzhi glanced at his grandfather strangely and said, "Isn't this the story he made up?" ”

Song Yixuan still smiled: "It's not, the general mold of the story is still there, when Du Mu wrote this poem, the general situation was similar to Tang Yan's narration, but he added a lot of things to the details, which made the story much more vivid." Well, since Tang Yan said so, let's take a look at how talented a genius can be. ”

The meaning of these words is obviously to let Tang Yan show two strokes, after studying for a few months, it is impossible to expect Tang Yan to draw any good paintings, but more or less you can see the talent between the brushstrokes. It's like a child playing immature piano music, and there is naturally nothing to praise about the technique, but there is something touching between the tunes. As far as art is concerned, this point is universal, and the ultimate goal is to move people's hearts until they are shocking, and Song Yixuan just wants to see if Tang Yan's paintings have any elements that move people's hearts.

When I entered the study, except for the bookcases arranged in circles around it, there was only an eight-foot bookstand in the middle of the room.

Song Yixuan originally thought that Tang Yan would be able to draw some sketches or gongbi paintings, after all, he started to learn painting from these, but he didn't expect Tang Yan to take a roll of rice paper directly from the bookshelf, spread it on the table, and then grind the ink by himself.

"Look at Principal Song, the furnishings in this room are very elegant, I'll give you a piece of bamboo."

After hearing Tang Yan's words, Song Yixuan and Song Yanzhi glanced at each other, and their eyes were a little disapproving. Bamboo doesn't cost much ink, but the structure between the alienations is more difficult to master. A few branches, counting bamboo leaves, seems simple, but it is the most difficult to draw the wind bones of bamboo. In the eyes of many literati in history, bamboo is the most windy plant, Su Shi once had a poem to praise bamboo, rather eat no meat, not live without bamboo, it can be seen that the ancient literati respect for bamboo has reached a certain extent.

Since the Tang Dynasty, there have been more and more people who paint bamboo, but there are not too many people who are really famous for bamboo paintings. Until Zheng Xie in the Qing Dynasty, he was regarded as a master, and several bamboo paintings took more than 50 years.

The grandfather and grandson were still hesitating, but Tang Yan had already taken the brush from the pen holder, dipped it in ink, and began to brush a little bit on the flat rice paper, and the pen was extremely fast, with almost no time for thinking and consideration.

Since this is already the case, the biggest loss is just a piece of rice paper, so I just wait for Tang Yan to finish painting.

Ten minutes later, Tang Yan had stopped his brushstrokes, threw the brush into the inkstone, and looked at a painting of orchid bamboo by Zheng Banqiao that he copied with a little pride.

This is probably the simplest orchid bamboo picture of Zheng Banqiao, the original picture is a two-foot by four-foot vertical scroll, and Tang Yan drew it unchanged according to the size of the original picture. A bamboo branch in the middle of the whole picture follows diagonally upward, a few simple bamboo leaves in the lower right corner, a cluster of bamboo leaves in the upper right corner, and a slightly messy orchid in the middle and lower left corner. Originally, the upper left corner was a poem by Zheng Banqiao, but Tang Yan did not inscribe that poem together.

Seeing that Tang Yan had been completed, Song Yixuan's ancestors and grandchildren also got up and walked to the desk together, originally just looking at it with the mentality of not being too bad, but at a glance, they were suddenly stunned......

It's an instantaneous eye-catching attraction, like gravity, completely uncontrolled, just a glance that you can't move away.

The grandfather and grandson stared at the rice paper that was still dripping with ink for ten minutes, and then finally came back to their senses and looked at each other. This painting, with excellent style and bones, completely blooms the temperament of bamboo and orchid, which seems to be a few brushstrokes, but the connection between the brushstrokes is so perfect that it is breathtaking......

After looking at each other, there was a gasp of cold air, and there was complete silence in the study, except for the sound of this long cold air.

If you look closely, this is not the sound of a person's gasp, but the sound of grandparents and grandchildren opening their mouths almost at the same time and gasping at the same time.

In a certain time and space, time seemed to stand still, and only the sound of this cold breath gasping was left in the whole space, and then the two of them gasped out heavily, this breath was too long, and from each other's eyes, the grandparents and grandchildren could fully feel each other's mood.

"Itabashi's Orchid Bamboo ......"

This sentence was opened by the grandfather and grandson at the same time, and they didn't hide their shock at all.

In the end, the young man reacted faster, and Song Yanzhi picked up a picture album on the bookshelf first. Zheng Xie's paintings are not said to have been seen by their ancestors and grandchildren, but this orchid bamboo, which has little ink, is a painting that almost every painter will inevitably ponder in detail, because it has very little ink. And when he opened the album, Song Yanzhi was even more stunned after looking at it twice.

Song Yixuan hurriedly took the album from his granddaughter's hand, he also had the same feeling as Song Yanzhi, that is, Tang Yan's painting was too much like the original, not only similar in shape, but also god-like, that feeling had been impacting Song Yixuan's brain, and finally after the comparison, he determined that this feeling was not false, but that Tang Yan's painting was too ......

"It can't be! You'll learn to draw for more than a few months! "Although I am only copying, rather than painting myself, the brushstrokes and the tension between them in this painting have fully possessed the spirit of the original painting.

"I said, I don't have to lie to you." Tang Yan shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently.

The grandfather and grandson glanced at each other, and Song Yanzhi finally shook his head: "This is absolutely impossible, emotionally I also want to believe that you don't need to deceive us, but intellectually, it tells me that this is definitely not a work that a person who has only studied painting for a few months can paint." Even if you're just copying, it's impossible! ”

Tang Yan shrugged his shoulders again: "What if I told you that I would only copy?" ”

It could be seen that the grandfather and grandson still didn't believe it, Tang Yan simply picked up another brush, and after licking the pen to his heart's content, he began to write Zheng Banqiao's poem in the upper left corner of the painting.

"It is said that the red bridge fights the wine, and the peach and plum are beautiful. The closed door is just to plant orchid bamboo, leaving the spring light past four o'clock. ”

The only difference is that Tang Yan did not write the words "Banqiao Zheng Xie" on the final inscription, but left the words "lackeys under the Qingteng Gate".

is also Zheng Banqiao's self-proclaimed, but with such a payment, it is impossible for this painting to be turned into a fake to deceive anyone.

Seeing these thirty-four words, Song Yixuan and Song Yanzhi felt a little trance.

The twenty-eight characters of that poem are exactly the same as the handwriting in the album, but the last six words are in a class of their own, far from the brushstrokes of the whole painting.

Of course, a person with deep knowledge of calligraphy and painting must have more than one kind of font to write, but just like handwriting identification, a person's handwriting is always traceable, no matter how he changes his font, he will always leave the way of writing with the habitual surname.

Of course, Song Yixuan and Song Yanzhi are not handwriting experts, but looking at the two completely different handwriting written by Tang Yan, they can still easily distinguish that this should not be written by the same person.

If it weren't for watching Tang Yan draw this picture and write these few lines, Song Yixuan's ancestors and grandchildren would never believe that these two completely different brushstrokes were written by the same person.

"It's incredible......" At this time, Song Yixuan was more willing to believe Tang Yan's last sentence, he said that he would only copy.

Although the time to learn painting in a few months is still unbelievably short, Song Yixuan has no reason to suspect that Tang Ya is lying, he is just amazed that in this world, there are really people who can copy a painter's painting so highly, he believes that even if he finds an expert who studies Zheng Banqiao, he will think that this painting is as if it was copied by a photocopier.

"You have been copying Zheng Banqiao since you started learning to paint?" Song Yixuan's voice trembled a little.

Tang Yan hesitated for a moment, and finally decided not to scare the two ancestors and grandchildren who were already trembling, and said that as long as he was a famous painter in ancient and modern times, Tang Yan could easily copy it vividly, and they would be scared.

"Alas, these poor mortals......" Tang Yan sighed in his heart, but said in his mouth: "Yes, since the first day, I have been constantly copying Zheng Banqiao's bamboo, all kinds of bamboo. ”

Hearing this, Song Yixuan and Song Yanzhi both looked suddenly enlightened, as if they felt that this reason could finally explain the doubts in their hearts.

In fact, the ancestors and grandchildren really just need a reason, and the reason given by Tang Yan is actually not very credible, and it is equally impossible to learn to paint in a few months and copy Zheng Banqiao's bamboo to the point of vividness in a few months. But they are now desperate to find a psychological balance to convince themselves.

Especially Song Yanzhi, she is still very dissatisfied with Tang Yan's attitude of not taking art seriously, but she can only try to convince herself to believe that there is really a genius in this world.

"Okay, you are indeed a genius, but I still hope that your attitude towards art is not so frivolous......" In fact, even Song Yanzhi himself felt that this sentence was very weak, Tang Yan's language and performance had destroyed this girl's three views.

Tang Yan patted Song Yanzhi's shoulder sincerely: "Don't be so stubborn if your skills are not as good as others, girl ......"

"Grandpa, get me a knife!" Song Yanzhi especially hoped that he would never see Tang Yan again in this life.

(Thanks to the three brothers of Hitomi, Starry Sky Story, and Fan Chen's Voice of the Universe)

(Thanks to the renewal ticket of the Crystal Bun 123 brothers)

(Saturday morning for recommended tickets for Sanjiang tickets!! In the future, the update time will be changed to 10 a.m. and 6 p.m. ）