When Old Man Zhou heard Aoyagi say this, his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "There is just one thing that I want you to help with." Xiaomo, your calligraphy already has everyone's atmosphere, and if you are really better than calligraphy in painting skills, then it is very suitable. ”

Mo Fei couldn't help but wonder: "Old Zhou, what's the matter, just say it, you don't really want me to paint a picture for you, right?" ”

"Even if you don't hit it, it's not far away. I beg you to make a painting, but it's not for me to collect, it's for an old friend.

My old friend loves the traditional art of painting and calligraphy, and when it is his 80th birthday in a few days, I am thinking about giving him a painting. Originally, I was still worried about where to go, but I didn't think you were a master of this way, and you really fell asleep and had a pillow. ”

Mo Fei smiled: "Old Zhou, as long as you don't think my painting can't be handled, I'm happy to help you with this." ”

When Zhou Lao heard this, he laughed and said: "I know that Xiaomo, you will not shirk, like you, who is kind of and sparse, and a person who is kind of and casual will definitely not behave like other laypeople."

Mo Fei smiled slightly, but he didn't care. On the side, Aoyagi was ready early.

On the table in front of the window, snow-white rice paper is spread. Mo Fei cleaned his hands, mixed colors, and then gently twisted a large white cloud sheep's hair, then turned around and said with a smile: "I don't know what Elder Zhou is going to ask me to draw?" ”

Zhou Lao pondered for a moment, and then said: "Since it is a birthday, let's draw a picture of a pine crane, which can be regarded as a suitable situation." ”

In China, people often paint the crane and the tall and vigorous ancient pine together, as a symbol of longevity and longevity, named the pine crane Changchun, crane longevity pine ridge,

Mo Fei heard this, and closed his eyes slightly. First of all, I carefully outlined it in my heart to be confident, and then I began to spread the ink.

So in the middle of the brush, a piece of inky green distant mountains was blurred in the shade of the transition, several strange rocks were craggy, and a lying ancient pine on the top of the mountain loomed in the ethereal clouds.

The distant peaks are close to the trees, the waterfalls and the springs are all in it, leaving ink is not white, and the meaning of vague and long is seen.

Mo Fei changed to a medium-sized white cloud. With a few strokes, under the ancient pine, there are two more red-crowned cranes, and when they look back, one holds their heads high. The pine is full-bodied. Withered vines are draped, and bamboo flowers are covered. The clear stream is turbulent. Extremely vivid.

Mo Fei changed another pen, or laid ink, or re-dyed, or retouched the details, so this picture of the pine crane gradually became clear under Mo Fei's pen. To the vividness of the mind, almost want to get out of the paper.

"Good drawing." Old Zhou couldn't help but applaud.

After the painting, Mo Fei wrote the words "Pine Crane Changchun" in a small seal on the upper right side of this freshly baked pine crane picture. Suddenly, the whole picture seemed to become clumsy because of these four people, as if there was a faint ancient meaning coming out of the paper.

Mo Fei put down his pen, turned around, and said with a smile: "Old Zhou, are you satisfied?" ”

In the small courtyard, the mottled halo sprinkled on Mo Fei's body through the dense branches and leaves, reflecting his smile, it was like a bamboo showing leaves, very elegant.

That look of light wind and clouds, pleasant and complacent, in this quiet autumn afternoon, looks even more plain and distant, like a picture of ink and water.

Zhou Lao couldn't help but be a little in a trance, and secretly said in his heart, Xiaomo's temperament is clean and clear, just standing there like this plain and indifferent, it makes people feel like a spring breeze, such a demeanor, and Zhuo Ran has the bearing of a gentleman.

I really don't know what kind of environment can raise such a transcendent and transcendent environment.

Shaking his head and no longer thinking about these, Old Man Zhou leaned down and looked carefully at the picture of the pine crane that Mo Fei had just swiped.

Praised: "Xiaomo, your painting, not only has the artistic conception and brushwork of freehand, but also has the structure and delicacy of the brushwork, full of interest, dry brush and dry ink with light color, elegant in the clear evacuation, really original." The style of painting is chasing the ancient method, and the style is fresh and handsome.

I don't know if I don't see it, I am shocked when I see it, I really don't know how you can practice such a deep pen power at such a young age. ”

Speaking, I couldn't help laughing: "I was in the army in my early years, until I was a few years old, I began to contact calligraphy and painting, although the skills are not exquisite, but over the years, I have intersected with famous calligraphers and painters, and I have a little eye for the convenience of appreciating calligraphy and painting."

I wonder how those old guys who call themselves noble and elegant people in the past will feel when they see this painting of yours? I really can't wait to see their stunned, incredulous faces. ”

Speaking of excitement, Old Man Zhou himself laughed, and he couldn't help but dance a little during his actions.

When everyone was talking about this "pine crane Changchun picture", I don't know when a white-haired old man walked leisurely outside the small courtyard.

The old man was dressed in a moon-white Tang costume, with an elegant appearance and a bookish body, and walked to the side of Mofei's small courtyard, and saw that in the half-open courtyard gate, two crane-haired old men and a handsome young man were appreciating a pair of ink landscapes, and they couldn't help but be interested.

Standing outside the door, he said loudly: "The two old brothers and this little friend Yaxing." I don't know if I can let the old decay look up to one or two. ”

Everyone turned around and saw that it was a strange old man with an elegant bearing, and they knew that they had come to Gujing Village to visit, and Zhou Lao smiled: "Naturally, the paintings of the younger generations are in need of people like Mr. Lao who have Yaxing to come and evaluate the gains and losses." ”

After that, he made a gesture of please.

The old man did not shirk. He took out a pair of reading glasses from his breast pocket, put them on, leaned down, and looked at them carefully.

After a long time, he stood up and chanted softly: "

The walls are strange, and the clouds and waves are gloomy.

Matsugen mushroom grass is luxuriant, often guarded by cranes.

The words are good, the painting is better, I don't know if this little brother did it. ”

Mo Fei heard the old man's question, and hurriedly bowed his head and said: "The game is not good, but the old gentleman is strict." ”

Hearing Mo Fei's modesty, the old man couldn't help laughing and said: Don't be modest, although I haven't known you before, I have been friends for a long time.

Some time ago, I also saw the words "return to the garden and live in the countryside" written by you at the entrance of the village, but it is the essence of Liu Gong, strong and graceful, balanced and thin, and has a natural and elegant beauty.

Today, when I see you in person, it is really like a person, but it is quite in line with your temperament.

But I don't want to, you not only write well, but also have exquisite skills in painting, at a young age, you have already entered the room, faintly, between the pen, there is a trend of its own. Not to mention the artistic conception, it is the brushwork, which is rare in today's painting world. ”

The old man let out a long sigh, as if he felt deeply sorry for the lack of successors to the traditional Chinese art of calligraphy and painting.

When Zhou Lao heard the words at the entrance of the village, he was stunned, and after a careful look, he realized it.

couldn't help laughing: "Which one of me has such Yaxing, it turned out to be you, but you didn't see Xiaomo himself last time." Unexpectedly, today I had a fate, but I got acquainted with him because of painting. (To be continued......)

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