Zhang Yang has also been famous for a long time for this internationally renowned master of calligraphy and painting, looking at Huang Xianyun with straight leather shoes, he felt a little surprised, in his impression, the master of calligraphy and painting should dress more traditionally. Even if it is not a long shirt and a horse coat, it is more or less necessary to wear Tang costumes to show their own cultural accomplishment, and cultural people pay attention to personality, for fear that others will not know that they are educated. "

Huang Xianyun smiled and stretched out his hand to Zhang Yang: "Director Zhang, I have admired my name for a long time, and I have the fate to meet today, I am glad to meet you!" Fortunately! Zhang Yang smiled: "I have to say this to be appropriate, I have heard of Mr. Huang's name a long time ago." In my heart, I have long respected Mr. Tianchi as my teacher, speaking of which, we can also be regarded as senior brothers, Mr. Huang, I don't know if I can afford to climb high? ”

Huang Xianyun smiled: "Director Zhang is too polite!" Zhang Yang said: "This is not officialdom, and Mr. Huang is not a person in the system, you still call me Zhang Yang, and I will just call you Brother Xianyun!" Huang Xianyun nodded again and again, Huang Ximin on the side was not embarrassed, and said in his heart, Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang, you are not kind, you know that Huang Xianyun is my cousin, and you still call him a brother, isn't it clear that you want me to call you uncle? In fact, Huang Ximin thought about it a lot, Zhang Yang didn't take him into account at all, starting from the relationship between Mr. Tianchi's side, it is indeed not an exaggeration for him to call Huang Xianyun a senior brother.

Mr. Tianchi's disciples did not know the relationship between Zhang Yang and Mr. Tianchi, Mr. Tianchi was much better to Zhang Yang than most disciples, and after his death, he gave Zhang Yang the annex of Xiangshan, even if he was a personal disciple, he did not enjoy such treatment. The relationship between Mr. Tianchi and Zhang Yang belongs to the kind of relationship between old friends, teachers and friends, if it weren't for the relationship between Luo Huining and Zhang Yang, Mr. Tianchi would have the heart to accept Zhang Yang as an apprentice.

Huang Xianyun invited them to drink tea in the sun room on the second floor, the morning sun was very warm Sitting in the sun room, feeling warm all over, Zhang Yang found a strange phenomenon, although Huang Xianyun is a master of calligraphy and painting, but there is no painting and calligraphy work in his villa, which is indeed a little unusual for him. 0 Huang Xianyun said: "I was in the United States when the teacher died, and I didn't have time to see the master's last face, and every time I thought about it, I always felt guilty in my heart. ”

Zhang Yang said: "Everyone will have some regrets to a greater or lesser extent, in fact, as long as Mr. Tianchi's voice and smile are resident in his heart, and he obeys Mr.'s teachings, it is enough to comfort Mr. Tian's soul." ”

Huang Xianyun smiled and nodded, and he said to Zhang Yang: "The purpose of asking Ximin to invite you over this time is mainly to meet you and learn calligraphy skills by the way. ”

Zhang Yang smiled: "Brother Xianyun, I don't dare to get an axe in front of you." Huang Xianyun said: "You are too modest, the teacher often said to me before his death, your calligraphy is wide open and closed, the atmosphere is myriad, and when it comes to the momentum of calligraphy, there are few people in the world." ”

; Zhang Yang said: "Mr. Tianchi will have such a high opinion of me? Zhang Daguan has a number of his calligraphy level, although it is not so exaggerated, but it is not too much from Mr. Tianchi's description, although the calligraphy skills are not perfect, but the kind of indomitable and majestic momentum most people can not compare with him.

Huang Ximin finally found an opportunity to interject, and he smiled: "I'm so lucky, I didn't expect to be able to witness the two calligraphy masters splashing ink with my own eyes today."

Since Huang Xianyun brought it up, of course it is not good to save his face, and he really wants to see Huang Xianyun's calligraphy level, Huang Xianyun invited them to the third floor studio, although Huang Ximin is his nephew, but he has never had the opportunity to enter here, Huang Xianyun has a quirk, he rarely invites others into his work area, Zhang Yang is an exception, Huang Ximin belongs to the light today, otherwise he will not have the opportunity to enter the room at all.

After the death of Mr. Tianchi, in addition to the rising price of Mr. Tianchi's works, as Mr. Tianchi's most proud disciple, Huang Xianyun, who is regarded by the calligraphy industry as the most likely to be close to Mr. Tianchi in the future, has also increased the price of his calligraphy and painting works. A calligraphy work auctioned in Hong Kong last month fetched a whopping 5 million.

Zhang Yang said: "Brother Xianyun, let's ask a question!" Huang Xianyun said: "Let's write a Burrow inscription, I'll come first!" "As a master, of course he has to lead by example. Huang Xianyun twisted up the wolf's hair, his writing habits are somewhat similar to Zhang Yang, are to close his eyes first, take a deep breath, and start writing in silence for a while, Chinese calligraphy is a high degree of unity of body and mind, in the process of waving to achieve breathing, heartbeat, action and other aspects of coordination, Huang Xianyun only wrote a few strokes, Zhang Yang saw the doorway, no wonder Huang Xianyun is the best disciple of Mr. Tianchi, his calligraphy is elegant and ethereal, but not vain, any calligraphy must be based on a solid foundation, the root of calligraphy lies in the wind bonesThe calligraphy works that have lost the wind and bones have their shape, and the really excellent calligraphy works are modified on the basis of the wind bones, and Huang Xianyun interprets the ethereal and elegant beauty of calligraphy to the fullest. Each stroke is so just right, if you remove the individual strokes and rewrite them, you can't do it better than he writes.

Zhang Daguan has also seen the calligraphy of many other disciples of Mr. Tianchi in the past, in his opinion, it is nothing more than that, there is no one who really gets the essence of Mr. Tianchi, today I saw Huang Xianyun's calligraphy, only to know that Mr. Tianchi's disciples have such an outstanding one, his calligraphy is taught by Mr. Tianchi, but he already has his own style, revealing the style of sectarianism, no wonder this person will enjoy such a reputation in the world. '

After Huang Xianyun finished writing, he smiled and said, "Zhang Yang, how about a taste?" "Good!" After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he added: "I really can't think of anything to say except for this good word." Huang Xianyun said: "Okay, when you finish writing, we will comment on each other!" ”

Originally, Zhang Daguan didn't have much interest in playing with pen and ink, especially this kind of discussion between literati and scholars, but seeing Huang Xianyun writing this character, he couldn't help but feel itchy, he held the pen in his hand, but he didn't write for a long time, he smiled at Huang Xianyun and said: "Brother Xianyun, Zhuyu is in front, I really don't dare to show off." ”

Huang Xianyun said with a smile: "It should be my proposition that has become your fetters, otherwise, you can write whatever you want, whatever you want." ”

Zhang Yang nodded at this time, if he also wrote the Burrow, how could he not surpass Huang Xianyun's level, he wrote a poem of Old Man Mao's "Qinyuan Spring Snow", Zhang Daguanren's pen moved, Huang Xianyun's eyes suddenly brightened, Zhang Yang's calligraphy is really as Mr. Tianchi said, the momentum is imposing, such as the Yangtze River rushing down, without stagnation, in one go, on the skills of calligraphy alone, Zhang Yang should not be considered perfect, but this kind of rough momentum that is not carved is something that others can not describe, Compared with Huang Xianyun's ethereal calligraphy, the former is the Yangtze River, the latter is a beautiful clear spring mountain stream, these two calligraphy works put together, no one compares the other, but complements each other, two different styles of calligraphy bring people an indescribable aesthetic impact.

Zhang Daguan walked the dragon and snake, finished writing this Qinyuan Spring, and also smiled: "Please Brother Xianyun to comment!" ”

Huang Xianyun only said a good word, he and Zhang Yang, in addition to the good word really can't think of anything else to evaluate, although he can see that Zhang Yang's penmanship is too outward, not carved, but if this style of work loses the wild and flamboyant brushwork, it will lose its charm and beauty,? Huang Xianyun finally understood why the master admired this young man so much, Zhang Yang's attainments in calligraphy were not inferior to his own, and Zhang Yang was still very young, and when Zhang Yang reached his age after that day, he didn't know what kind of achievements he would achieve.

Huang Ximin because of this calligrapher's cousin, usually have nothing to do and like to write a few strokes, today I saw the two of them waving on the spot, at least the eyesight is still there, he can't stop admiring, take the opportunity to make a request, he asked for Huang Xianyun's Burrow inscription: "Uncle Cousin, I like this character very much, why don't you give it to me." ”

Don't look at Huang Ximin is Huang Xianyun's cousin, but he doesn't even have a piece of Huang Ximin's ink treasure in his hand, today he chose the right time, thinking that in front of Zhang Yang, Huang Xianyun can't refute his face anyway, but Huang Xianyun refused and wanted to be simply: "I exchanged this character with Zhang Yang!" Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Brother Xianyun, I took advantage of you." ”

Huang Xianyun smiled and said: "To be honest, I can't write this Qinyuan Spring of yours in my life." ”

Zhang Yang said: "Different styles can't be forced, which is why I didn't dare to write the Burrow just now."

The two looked at each other and laughed, their feelings of pity for each other were beyond words, Huang Ximin was redundant to stay on the side, he was also extremely depressed in his heart, guarding a calligrapher's uncle, but unfortunately he didn't get any cheap.

Huang Xianyun also saw his frustration, took out a scroll from the side and handed it to Huang Ximin: "This is a picture of cattle herding that I drew and gave it to you." Huang Ximin's hands trembled excitedly, Huang Xianyun's painting is the cheapest and hundreds of thousands, if his proud work doesn't know how much it costs, Huang Ximin took the painting and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you, uncle, thank you, uncle......"

Huang Xianyun said: "Ximin, you can visit casually outside, I have something to discuss with Zhang Yang separately." Huang Ximin nodded again and again, knowing that Huang Xianyun thought he was in the way, but he got a painting, let alone let him go out, even if he scolded him, he wouldn't mind, Huang Ximin went out happily with the painting.

Huang Xianyun shook his head and invited Zhang Yang to sit down at the coffee table on the balcony, Huang Xianyun said: "Maybe you have also seen it, I don't have many calligraphy and paintings here." ”