Xie Bin listened to Liu Wenqing's words, and didn't know how to tell her, so he had to say vaguely: "Gambling stones, okay, why are you asking so much, let's go play." ”

Liu Wenqing blinked, smiled at Xie Bin, and went to play in the study.

When Xie Bin packed up and entered the study, Li Jingjing was splashing ink, writing a poem, which is related to the Buddha jumping over the wall, "The altar opens the meat incense and floats around the neighborhood, and the Buddha abandons Zen and jumps over the wall." This poem is recited by almost everyone who has eaten Buddha jumping over the wall, and there are no longer a few people who write it on paper.

Li Jingjing wrote this, but it was quite appropriate. However, Li Jingjing's words still have the unique grace and grace of women, which is not very consistent with the artistic conception of this poem, if it is replaced by a line of books, it is best to be able to write that kind of rich and free feeling, so that people can see the words and smell the fragrance, because the theme of this poem is the fragrance of the Buddha jumping over the wall. This is also a level that Xie Bin has only understood, writing the meaning he wants to express into words and painting into paintings.

Li Jingjing's skills are good, but after all, she doesn't have enough experience, and when she writes, her emotions are not strong enough to express the meaning of this poem. Of course, if you simply say words, Li Jingjing's words are still very standard. When Li Jingjing finished writing, and then printed her own small and delicate "Qingjing Sanren" seal, Xue Yuying couldn't wait to announce that the painting belonged to her.

In fact, among the people present, Li Jingjing and what she likes about these calligraphy and paintings, Liu Wenqing doesn't understand them at all, and Zhang Lu has never learned these, and she has not studied calligraphy and painting or anything, although she looks at Li Jingjing's words well, but it is only limited to the level of watching the excitement. And Xue Yuying's own handwriting is quite ugly, but she has a certain level of appreciation, can see the good and bad, and has the willingness to collect. Therefore, no one has any opinions, and she generally takes possession of this painting.

Seeing Xie Bin coming in, Xue Yuying beckoned, "Xie Bin, how is this painting?" ”

Xie Bin pretended to look at it, nodded and said, "Not bad!" This is a bit perfunctory. It is said that in the eyes of connoisseurs, some things can be seen at a glance, and there is no need to appreciate them carefully. Li Jingjing's character is like this, but Xie Bin is embarrassed to say that it is okay at a glance, and the perfunctory meaning is too strong.

But even so, it made Li Jingjing a little unhappy. Li Jingjing knew that Xie Bin's handwriting was good, but today Li Jingjing felt that the poem she wrote was very level, and even super level. Therefore, he was very dissatisfied with Xie Bin's tone, "Oh, the little woman forgot, there is a great calligrapher here, come on, let Xie Da calligrapher show us a hand." ”

Xue Yuying followed and coaxed: "Yes, yes, Xie Bin, you have to show your hand too, otherwise you, the master, will be too uninteresting." ”

Even Liu Wenqing applauded on the side, "Brother Xie, if the writing is good, we will give you a live auction." ”

Zou Xintong didn't say much, but looking at Xie Bin's beautiful eyes, she really didn't expect Xie Bin, an inconspicuous man, to be so outstanding. I was surprised why he got close to these girls, but now Zou Xintong understands a little. Xie Bin may not have the most money, and he is not very handsome, but there is always something on his body that surprises girls, just when you think you have figured him out, he will give you a little surprise, so that the girls around him fall into it unconsciously.

At this time, Zou Xintong came to see how Xie Bin's handwriting was, although she was not an expert, after all, she had seen a lot and could see the good and the bad.

Xie Bin was also not polite, took out his grandfather's piece of Chengni inkstone, then took out a piece of oil smoke ink, pushed it in front of Liu Wenqing and said, "Girl, grind the ink!" ”

Xue Yuying snorted: "The shelf is not small!" ”

Li Jingjing also blinked and asked, "You want to paint ink paintings?" ”

Xie Bin pretended to be arrogant and smiled: "Let you little women with little knowledge see my strongest skill!" ”

"Cut-" The five girls in a room said with contempt, and even Liu Wenqing, who was grinding ink, did not forget.

Xie Bin took out the brush and rice paper, and took out two blue and white porcelain paperweights. This paperweight was bought by Zhao Xinyi when decorating the house, of course, this is not an antique, but a pure modern handicraft, and a pair cost a total of five hundred yuan. But this workmanship is really good, blue and white entwined branch stripe paperweight, placed in the antique study, it looks very elegant.

The whole villa is the heaviest Chinese style in this study, almost Chinese classical style. This study is lit on one side, and a bookcase is installed, a moire multi-treasure cabinet in the style of the Ming and Qing dynasties. This treasure cabinet is mainly used to place some porcelain and other treasures, and there are only two or three modern handicrafts at this time, which Zhao Xinyi obtained.

The desk is also an imitation of the carved grass desk of the Ming and Qing dynasties, which is strong and durable, and is made of walnut. Spread the rice paper on it, very flat, and then press the paperweight, it is quite formal, I don't know that I think it is really in the study of the ancient literati.

After the ink was polished, Xie Bin dipped the pen in the ink, made a stack of water, and under the gaze of several girls and women, he took a breath gently, closed his eyes and brewed, and then quickly put down the pen.

A few people only saw that as the brush in Xie Bin's hand continued to outline, a ball of thick or light ink was scattered on the rice paper, the ink fragrance was faint, and the grinding marks slowly penetrated, showing a different charm. It's just that he couldn't understand what Xie Bin was painting, and he could only see clumps of ink marks.

It wasn't until Xie Bin was about to finish that he suddenly found that with Xie Bin's light strokes, a solemn looking monk knocked on the wooden fish on the paper. The girls who watched this process were surprised to close their mouths, this monk was just a few balls of ink before he appeared, but Xie Bin only added two or three strokes, and the monk's outline and expression suddenly appeared, as if he was doing a trick.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Bin scribbled a few more strokes on the right side of the monk, and a quaint jar and a pile of stove fires also appeared on the paper. Then, Xie Bin lightly traced a few times in the upper left corner of the rice paper, and then drew a semicircle, and a few clouds and the sunset appeared in the sky, and a few more oblique brushes shook it, and a vague mountain scene appeared behind the monk.

Xie Bin put down the brush and took a step back, tilted his head to look at it, nodded with satisfaction, and then lifted the brush again and wrote a poem in the upper right corner of the rice paper, the poem was the one written by Li Jingjing just now. However, Xie Bin used lines to write, this poem has a total of fourteen words, and Xie Bin only used only five strokes, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it was done in one go.

After it was written, Xie Bin added the payment and stamped his "Xie Shiyin", and then smiled, "How is it?" ”

Liu Wenqing and Zhang Lu were watching the excitement, and when they saw Xie Bin's magical methods, they had long wanted to shout, but when they heard Xie Bin's question, Liu Wenqing hurriedly said: "Brother Xie is so powerful, the painting was finished so quickly, I thought it would take a long time." ”

Xie Bin sweats, some of these paintings are indeed very time-consuming, but ink paintings are different, if you are interested, you can sketch a few strokes, and you can make a good painting in a minute or two. He feels very good today, the whole painting is very smooth, without a trace of sluggishness, and more importantly, Xie Bin is very satisfied with his creativity, but I don't know if anyone here can see it.

Xie Bin turned his head to look at Li Jingjing and Xue Yuying with a smile, they are the only experts here, I don't know if I can see the artistic conception in Xie Bin's painting.

Xue Yuying watched it for a long time, and could only nod her head incessantly, and praised in her mouth: "Amazing, today is not in vain." ”

Li Jingjing hesitated for a while, and shook her head regretfully, "I didn't understand, Xie Bin, can you explain?" Your words are good words, and your paintings are also good paintings, there are Buddhas and vegetables, but this can't be said to be Buddha jumping over the wall? He frowned and didn't speak.

Xie Bin smiled, "Don't you understand?" If you can't understand it, if you can see it, how can you show my level. Looking at Li Jingjing, the most talented and learned person here, looked confused, and the sense of accomplishment in Xie Bin's heart was surging up his head.

The most important thing in Chinese painting is the artistic conception and the meaning to be expressed, Xie Bin can paint a painting that people can't understand, which is the cleverness. Of course, the idea of this painting is really unique, otherwise why would Xie Bin be so proud.

In ancient times, whether they were writing and painting, playing the piano and writing poems, they had to have a soulmate. What a bosom friend is, is someone who can read, hear, and understand your work. Xie Bin smiled, put down the brush, but felt a little regretful in his heart, is this the feeling of having no soulmate? When the old man was writing and painting alone, Xie Bin could also feel the faint sense of loneliness.

This is not to say that Xie Bin's level has reached the level of his old man, but the feeling of wanting to look up to the sky and sigh when he looks at his proud works that no one can understand. Well, for example, Dugu's quest for defeat is a good example.

Of course, this is Xie Bin's self-deprecation, in fact, this is also the reason why Li Jingjing's thinking is not broad enough, they don't know enough about Chinese painting, and their thinking is a little deviated from Xie Bin's people, and they can't think of an idea. If you change to an old artist with rich experience, you may be able to see through Xie Bin's little tricks at a glance.

It is said that Chinese artists have such a hobby, they like to leave some mysteries in their works, or set up some traps in general, and some puzzles have even been passed down for thousands of years without anyone being able to see through them, or they are quite controversial and have no standard answers.

Xie Bin's little trick is not too difficult, but unfortunately the few women and girls here can't see it at all.

Li Jingjing frowned, thought hard for a while and still found nothing, and asked with a little pleading: "Xie Bin, can you give me this painting?" ”

Xie Bin nodded, "Okay, if you like it, take it." "Anyway, Xie Bin's calligraphy and paintings are worthless, they are just written and painted for fun, and whoever likes them will take them. In fact, Xie Bin himself likes it, and thinks about whether it is hung in the living room or study, but since Li Jingjing likes it, Xie Bin can only cut his love.

But thinking of this, Xie Bin found that the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the study in his living room were all computer-printed guys, and he forgot about these things after a few days of patronizing and working in the study. It seems that I need to find a time to write a few words and hang them up. In other words, with his current level, no one will laugh at it, only envy.

After a while, several girls left one after another, and even Li Jingjing took the painting home with a sad brow and went home to meditate. Liu Wenqing followed Xue Yuying, but before leaving, she reminded Xie Bin to frame her painting as soon as possible and take it away from school, otherwise she would ignore him again.

Xie Bin almost forgot about it. The last time they had a gathering in the Luyuan community, Xie Bin and Li Jingjing wrote a few words to Liu Wenqing and a few others, and Liu Wenqing's two paintings were left with Xie Bin, and Xie Bin took the initiative to help Liu Wenqing frame them. As a result, there were a lot of things during this time, and Xie Bin actually forgot about them, and now those two words are still in Xie Bin's space necklace.