Zhang Yang understood that Ken Bao was his performance at the Ruifang Hotel in the morning was high-profile, and that incident was spread through the white-bearded old gentleman, so it would alarm the celebrities in the calligraphy and painting world in Nanwu City, and the difference between the calligraphy and painting world and the martial arts world is not big, these people are ostensibly striking, but in their hearts they must be unconvinced by themselves, and they can't figure out what means to embarrass themselves.

Yuan Zhiwu invited them into the Tao Ran layer.

There are already several celebrities in the Nanwu calligraphy and painting industry waiting in the private room, one of them is the white-bearded old man who commented on Niu Junsheng's calligraphy in Ruilong Hotel today, this old gentleman is called Xia Yanbing, is the vice president of Yun'an Provincial Painting and Calligraphy Institute in the past, and is very famous in the Yun'an calligraphy industry, he and Yuan Zhiwu are brothers and sisters, calligraphy and painting also studied under the late Chinese painting master Xiao Bolong, Xia Yanbing is in Ruilong today to Niu Junsheng to cheer up, I didn't think of a Cheng bite gold halfway, met the young and vigorous Zhang Yang, what he didn't expect was that This young man not only has excellent eyesight, but also writes beautifully, Xia Yanbing is a loss of face in Ruilong today, he talked about it with Yuan Zhiwu after he went back, Yuan Zhiwu heard that it was Zhang Yang, director of the Nancy City Sports Committee, and naturally thought that his niece Chang Haixin was also working in the Nancy City Sports Committee, so he invited Zhang Yang over through this relationship. Xia Yanbing's words are highly respected, and they are rare in the world, Yuan Zhiwu knows that this senior brother likes to exaggerate, and he is also suspicious of his words.

Zhang Yang understood the purpose of tonight's meal when he saw Xia Yanbing, he nodded at Xia Yanbing with a smile and said, "Old man, let's meet again." ”

Xia Yanbing couldn't help but have a fever on his old face, and he smiled and said, "Director Zhang, tonight is not a chance meeting, I heard that Dean Yuan invited you to dinner, so I specially took the initiative to invite Ying to come over and accompany the wine." ”

Zhang Yang smiled, everyone sat down, Yuan Zhiwu introduced several famous calligraphers and painters to Zhang Yang one by one, Zhang Yang was also very polite, but he was not particularly interested in these people, as Yuan Fenqi said on the road, there are not many people who really do learning in the academy now.

Yuan Fenqi took on the responsibility of pouring wine that night because of his seniority, and after a few glasses of wine, Xia Yanbing said: "Director Zhang, I heard that you are Mr. Tianchi's master?" Because of Zhang Yang's words at the Ruilong Hotel today, Xia Yanbing asked this question.

Zhang Yang said with a smile: "When I was in Ruilong, I was talking about playing, although I wanted to worship his old man as a teacher, but at my level, how could I enter the master's eyes, when it came to playing, Mr. Xia didn't have to take it seriously." ”

Except for Chang Haixin, of course others don't believe that Zhang Yang will have any connection with Mr. Tianchi, but Xia Yanbing saw the character written by Zhang Yang with his own eyes today, just from the level of that word, Xia Yanbing sighed to himself, he is still very confident in his personal calligraphy level, and he dare not say that within the scope of Yun'an Province, he thinks that his level is stable in the top three, and the only person who is really convinced in his heart is his junior brother, Yuan Zhiwu, the president of the Nanwu City Painting and Calligraphy Institute. So after leaving Ruilong, he immediately told Yuan Zhiwu about it, these famous artists in the calligraphy and painting world are most interested in their professional affairs, Yuan Zhiwu is even more obsessed with calligraphy and painting, so he arranged this dinner, under the pretext of giving Zhang Yang the wind and dust, in fact, I want to verify with my own eyes that Zhang Yang's calligraphy level is really as powerful as the senior brother said.

One of the people present was the boss of Tao Ranju, who was also a staff member of the Painting and Calligraphy Institute, surnamed Jiang Fengcheng, Jiang Fengcheng proposed: "Today's opportunity is really rare, otherwise, I asked the waiter to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, after we have eaten, what will happen if we have a pen with wine?" ”

Before Zhang Yang could speak, Yuan Zhiwu had already taken the lead in nodding and said, "Okay, Ran, let's have a pen meeting!" Finch, you're participating, too! ”

Yuan Finch frowned a little embarrassed, he is now focusing on Western paintings, which is incompatible with their group of people.

Zhang Yang knew that tonight was for this matter, he wouldn't come, he felt very bored, his calligraphy was not for display in front of everyone, he didn't care about the false name, Chang Haixin also saw that he was a little reluctant, when he was resting for dinner, Chang Haixin whispered: "My uncle is an idiot in calligraphy and painting, you just write two words casually to satisfy his curiosity." ”

Since Chang Haixin has spoken, of course Zhang Yang is not easy to refuse, he smiled and said, "I'm afraid that my two brushes will be taken out and laughed generously." ”

Chang Haixin said: "You must do it, I have confidence in you, you can do anything well!" ”

Zhang Daguan repeated: "Can you do anything well? ”

Chang Si S suddenly understood something from his ill-intentioned eyes, and his pretty face turned slightly red and said, "You are so bad!" ”

Zhang Daguan couldn't help but feel a wave in his heart when he saw Chang Haixin's shy little daughter's demeanor, but on this occasion, he didn't dare to openly flirt with Chang Haixin, he cleared his throat and said: "Let's go, don't care how I write, I have to help me get a few calligraphy and paintings today, and I'll take them back to Nancy to give them away." ”

Except for Xia Yanbing, who has seen Zhang Yang's calligraphy, no one really believes in how deep the young man can be in calligraphy.

Out of politeness, Jiang Fengcheng played first, and after doing business, he could only be regarded as half of the people in the calligraphy and painting world, picked up the pen, painted a picture of flowers and birds, and won a piece of praise. Yuan Zhiwu said: "Brother Fengcheng, it seems that your former skills have not been put aside. ”

Jiang Fengcheng sighed with emotion: "No, the industry is good at diligence and frolic, my current level can only be laughing and generous, but as a landlord, I should throw bricks and lead the way." The cultural people also spoke in a literary manner, sounding very modest, but their expressions still couldn't help but show a little pride.

Yuan Zhiwu's gaze fell on his son Yuan Fenqi's face.

Yuan Fenqi understood what the old man meant, and wanted him to draw two strokes, Yuan Fenqi's head shook like a rattle: "Dad, I studied Western painting, I can't come here!" ”

Xia Yanbing said: "Vinci, haven't you studied Chinese painting for ten years in the past?" Draw a few strokes and let's open our eyes to what you've learned on your return from France. ”

Yuan Fenqi said: , I studied Western painting, Uncle Xia, it's not all the way with you. “

"Art knows no borders! Yuan Fentery, you just draw two strokes! "What speaks is Zhang Yang, this guy is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and he holds the psychology of watching the excitement and mixes in, Yuan Finch gives him the impression that he is unlearned and unskilled, and he is a gangster with the word art.

Yuan Fenqi said: "Okay, I'll be ugly!" He came to the painting case and picked up the brush, and from the posture of holding the pen, Zhang Yang could see that Yuan Finch still had some skills. Chang Haixin whispered to Zhang Yang that her cousin began to study Chinese painting at the age of four, and studied for a total of ten years.

Yuan Fenqi has drawn a nude woman on rice paper after a while, the naked woman is riding on a beast, there is no problem with his brushwork, and the ink is also very fine, but this picture is really freehand to the extreme, the naked women are all composed of ink, it looks black like a black man, and the beast is even more exaggerated, saying that it is a beast, it is better to say that it is a hieroglyphic written down.

Yuan Zhiwu's face is ugly, he really can't accept his son's painting, what kind of thing is this painting, it's a mess, it's not as good as a child's taro.

Xia Yanbing's predecessors in the calligraphy and painting industry also laughed very embarrassed, no one was embarrassed to comment, to be honest, it was not good, Yuan Zhiwu's face must not be good-looking, you said good, you can really not find any advantages from this painting.

Zhang Yang stared at the painting carefully, he understood, really understood, Yuan Fenqi, this kid can paint this painting really impressed Zhang Daguan, although chatting a few strokes, but the artistic conception in the painting is completely revealed, Zhang Yang said: "Good painting!" “

One sentence focused everyone's attention on him again, Xia Yan Bingxin said, you kid is talking nonsense with your eyes open, can this still be called a good painting? Yuan Zhi said in my heart, are you sarcastic about my son?

Zhang Yang said: "Yuan Fenqi, you left such a large blank space, are you preparing an inscription?" ”

Yuan Fenqi smiled: "It's a pity that I can't handle calligraphy." ”

Zhang Yang took a step forward, twisted the sheep's hair, and said with a smile: "I'll match you!" ”

Yuan Finch took a step back, leaving room for Zhang Yang, but saw Zhang Yang contemplating for a moment, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and a line of admirable small words jumped on the paper.

If someone is in the mountains, he is taken by Xue Lixi; is both smiling and smiling, Zi Muyu is good at being slender;

Take the red leopard Xi from the civet dog, and the Xinyi car Xi knotted the laurel flag; was taken by Shi Lanxi to Du Heng, and he was left behind;

The rest of the place is suffocating, and the road is dangerous and difficult to come back; Table independent on the mountain,

The clouds are full of grace and down; The sun is dark, and the east wind is fluttering and the gods are raining; Leave the spiritual retreat and forget to return,

The age is both Yan Xi and Huayu; Picking three shows in the mountains, Shi Lei Jiaxi Ge vines; The resentful son forgot to return,

I can't be idle; The people in the mountains are full of flowers, drinking stone springs and pine pines; Jun Si, I am suspicious;

Thunder fills the rain, ink chirps and chirps at night; The wind is sassy and the wood is Xiao Xiao, and Si Gongzi is away from worry.

Although everyone can't understand Yuan Fenqi's paintings, everyone knows that Zhang Yang wrote this line of text, which is from Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs", which describes a beautiful woman with a unique temperament, which is called a mountain ghost by later generations, and Yuan Fenqi's painting should be a mountain ghost.

Zhang Yang put the wolf aside after writing, his calligraphy and this painting together produced a surprising effect, the whole picture is more harmonious and more comfortable the more you look at it, and the poetry, calligraphy and painting seem to be integrated. Yuan Zhiwu saw Zhang Yang's calligraphy, and finally believed what his senior brother said, this young man's calligraphy skills can be described in these four words. But even if the calligraphy is so good, it is really a strange thing that the son's painting and his calligraphy do not seem inferior in terms of charm.

Zhang Yang smiled and said: "Yuan Fenqi, your painting is really freehand, I have studied ancient Chinese characters for many days, the elements of calligraphy have been incorporated into the painting, I have seen so many paintings, you are the first!" ”

Yuan Fenqi's eyes were bright, and so many famous artists in the calligraphy and painting world present didn't see what he meant, but Zhang Yang understood, and he nodded a little excitedly: "Unexpectedly, you are really my confidant." ”

Zhang Yang laughed and said: "I left this painting!" Yuan Fenter, in fact, your Chinese painting skills are really strong, why do you want to give up your strengths, I think your Chinese painting is more promising than Western painting. ”

Yuan Finch said: "It's just a personal hobby." ”

Although Yuan Zhiwu admits that his son's composition with pen and ink is not bad, he never thinks that this painting is as exaggerated as Zhang Yang said, and this kind of novel and strange painting can only attract the attention of some young people, and it will definitely not be able to reach the hall of elegance.

When he returned to the hotel, Li Hongyang was waiting for Zhang Yang in the room, Zhang Yang looked at the time and asked Li Hongyang why he didn't sleep, but Li Hongyang was afraid that snoring would affect his sleep, and wanted to wait for Zhang Yang to fall asleep before sleeping.

Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing: "If you sleep with you, they all say that I sleep deeply." ”

Because there is a sports competition for athletes in Nancy City tomorrow, Zhang Yang suggested resting as soon as possible, after the two of them turned off, it didn't take long for Li Hongyang to snore, Zhang Daguan tiptoed to Li Hongyang's bedside, stretched out his finger and hit his sleeping hole, so that Li Hongyang could sleep enough, of course, this was also to prevent Li Hongyang from seeing through his movements, and he quietly slipped into Chang Haixin's room.

Chang Haixin had just finished taking a shower, she had a hunch, and sure enough, Zhang Yang sneaked into her room again tonight, her pretty face couldn't help but feel a little hot, she put Zhang Yang into her room, and said to Zhang Yang with a red face: "It's so late, what are you doing in my room?" ”

Zhang Yang said: "I can't sleep, I'll talk to you."

Chang Haixin nodded: "Sit!" ”

Zhang Daguan glanced at the bed: "Otherwise, let's lie down and talk." ”

Chang Haixin lowered his head and got into the quilt by himself, and it didn't take long to feel that this guy also lifted the corners of the quilt and got into his own quilt, Chang Haixin turned his back to Zhang Yang, and felt his arm stretching out from behind to circle himself, Chang Haixin reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, and heard Zhang Yang say in the dark: "You don't blame me, right?" ”

"What do you blame?"

Zhang Yang said: "What! As he spoke, his body leaned forward with some exaggerated exaggeration.