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Pushing open the door, Wang Ding took out the Pu'er tea prepared for Xu Lao from his schoolbag.

"Old Xu, I'll rush up for you."

Wang Ding said and drilled into the house, and the enthusiasm that he was about to rush into the kitchen to make tea for himself was also so popular that Xu Fengshui couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, okay, don't brew it, I've already made tea, come here, I'll introduce you to an elder."

Wang Ding saw that there was brewed tea on the table, so he put the tea he brought on the ground, and followed the footsteps of Elder Xu to the elder.

"It's you!"

Wang Ding was a little respectful, after all, he met the seniors in the collection circle in Xu's hometown, and Wang Ding always wanted to leave a good impression on others. When this time came, Fang Heqing recognized this man.

"It's you, old man."

What Wang Ding saw in his eyes was no one else, it was the old man who painted himself at noon, but he didn't expect that he also came to Xu's hometown in the afternoon, and the two met again.

"You know?" Xu Fengshui was going to introduce the two of them, but when he saw that the two knew each other, Xu Lao was stunned.

"Ha Luha, the nephew you told me is this kid, it's interesting, we just met at noon today. No, I'm going to recognize him as a nephew, and our fate is not shallow than yours. ”

Wang Ding scratched his head, he also thought it was amazing.

"Okay, if you like it, you can recognize it!" Xu Fengshui said generously, and as he spoke, he put a sip of tea on the table into his mouth.

"Come on, sit here!" Fang Heqing patted the empty seat on the sofa beside him and called Wang Ding over.

Wang Ding nodded, but asked politely before sitting down, "Old man, I didn't take a closer look at your painting at noon today, so I robbed it for the girl, so I haven't had time to see your name, I don't know your surname?" ”

"Ha Luha, my surname is Fang, my painting was robbed of her, it seems that you still like my painting very much!" Fang Heqing said, and Xu Lao added on the side.

"Xiao Ding, Fang Lao, like me, has a great love for calligraphy and painting, but this guy not only loves to collect paintings, but also a painter. He studied under the Xin'an School of painting, and his painting skills were very good. You see, there are several paintings on my table that this old fellow painted. ”

Xu Fengshui opened a few scrolls with his fingers as he spoke, and in the next second, several landscape paintings and figure paintings appeared on the table alternately.

This picture is a huge splash of color on silk, 56cm wide and 164cm long, which is smaller than the real work of Master Zhang Daqian.

However, on such a large piece of silk paper, it is already possible to express the emotions and artistic conceptions that should be presented in the painting.

"This is the love mark picture of Master Zhang Daqian painted by Fang Laomo. In the foreground is a verdant mountain, with a lake in the background. This time, you should be able to see the beauty of this painting, Master Zhang Daqian's picture can be described as a fusion of Western abstract art and traditional Chinese literati art, and it is also a modern translation of the majestic landscape of the Northern Song Dynasty in modern language, which is not only a symbol of Zhang Daqian's artistic perfection, but also the most successful "breakthrough of modernity" in traditional Chinese art. Veteran Fang's imitation of this painting is very similar, and it is indeed remarkable. ”

"Ahem, I can draw like this, it's not because of you!"

Listening to Xu Fengshui boasting about himself, Fang Heqing explained to Wang Ding, "I have long known that this old man likes Zhang Daqian's love scars, but the whereabouts of the love scars are now unknown, and the old man can't be told to wait so stupidly, so I learned the skills of splashing color painting, and after practicing for so long, I finally realized the mystery and spent nearly half a year to achieve this work." Fortunately, I am not dead yet, I can drink tea and enjoy the painting with the old guy here, if my legs are kicked and I don't finish this painting for this old man, I will have regrets for the rest of my life. ”

"Okay, okay, don't say that unlucky thing. However, your painting skills really need to be inherited, I don't have ink for painting, if not, I will accept Wang Ding as my apprentice and teach him to paint. Wang Ding, what are you doing stupidly, can't you still hear what I mean? Apprentice! ”

The rhythm of these two old men is really too much for Wang Ding to grasp, and he has not yet jumped out of Zhang Daqian's love trace picture, Xu Fengshui has already asked him to worship Fang Heqing as a teacher.

Wang Ding hurriedly saluted respectfully at this moment, and then also helped Fang Heqing serve tea to him.

But Fang Heqing shook his hand and pushed to stop him. "Want to be my teacher? Is it that simple? Old man Xu, didn't I say you, don't you know that I never accept apprentices? ”

"I know, but is this one outstanding!" Xu Fengshui quibbled. "Wang Ding said quickly!"

Wang Ding will continue to serve tea, but Fang Heqing is still very firm, "This is indeed very good, but ......" After a long thought, Xu Lao also said nervously, "There are but." ”

"Of course there is, but..."Fang Heqing elongated his tone and sighed, "Do you know our Xin'an School?" ”

"I don't know what to do." Wang Ding said honestly.

"Well, this is like a child of our Xin'an faction. Very good. Fang Heqing almost didn't ask Wang Ding to squirt out the rice at noon.

That's not answered, and it's good to have a question.

Xu Lao also beats, and his heart says that this old naughty boy really has him.

But Fang Heqing was serious and didn't think so. "The Xin'an School of Painting arose in the late Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, in the Huizhou # Prefecture area of the painter group and the main Hui painters living in other places at that time, they made good use of brush and ink, the appearance of the family mountain, the scene lyrical, the expression of their own soul of ease, the painting theory advocated the painter's character and integrity factors, the painting style tends to be dull and cold, with a distinct scholar's Yi character tone, because the geographical relationship, life beliefs and painting style of this group of painters have the same nature, so the people of the time called them "Xin'an School". My ancestral home is in Huizhou, and I have been influenced by the Xin'an School since I was a child, so I can be regarded as a teacher of the Xin'an School. ”

Listening to what Fang Heqing said, Wang Ding understood, so he couldn't answer that question just now, and Fang Lao said that it was okay, it must be because of his own morality and ease.

Moral character is undoubtedly one's own honesty. Yiqi is his own freedom without sin, if he is restrained, meditation but fruitless, Wang Ding believes that Fang Lao will definitely not be very good, but, you are not suitable for the Xin'an School, you do not have that kind of interest and character.

"Now you know what the Xin'an School is, right?"

"Well, I know what to do."

"If you are still interested in the Xin'an School, you can learn more, and if you are interested in devoting yourself to this after understanding, then you can find me. By the way, I heard that you brought a Qing Dynasty snuff bottle, take it out and show it to me, right? ”

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