The cultural meeting was held in Wanchun Garden.

Wanchun Garden is in the south of Yuezhou City, with the mountains and rivers in its back, and the gate is near the water, so it can only be passed by boat. Pei Yunzhao sent someone to support a canopy boat, and waited for the two of them on the edge of Mirror Lake, and they could go directly to Wanchun Garden from the waterway.

Get on the boat and go down the water, but the tea kung fu will arrive at Wanchun Garden, there are handymen waiting on the stone bench next to the gate, and when the boat comes, help the guests get off the boat, and welcome the guests into the garden.

Pei Yunzhao greeted the two at the gate, and when he saw the two of them coming, he smiled and said, "Youyang, finally wait for the two of you, hurry up and follow me in!" ”

Jiang Lin said: "My word Haoge, since Brother Pei is commensurate with my brother, it is better to call me the word also." ”

"Good!"

Pei Yunzhao personally greeted the guests Xue Lang and Jiang Lin, and welcomed the two into a waterfront pavilion, Pei Yunzhao said: "The people who participated in the cultural meeting have not yet arrived, so let's sit for a while." ”

Xue Lang smiled bitterly: "Although Brother Jing Xi has good intentions, but I don't hide it from Brother Jing Xi, I can't do it when I chant poetry, and I will participate in the literary meeting...... It's really indiscriminate, so I helped Brother Jing Xi make up a head. ”

This remark made Pei Yunzhao laugh and said: "The so-called ruler is short and long, Youyang can rest assured, I invite you to come today, not to let you recite poems, but to show your strengths." ”

Show off what you can do?!

Xue Lang was a little confused, if he said what he was best at...... Does cooking count? Does math count? Although the sage recommended his math book as an enlightenment book, it shouldn't have spread to Yuezhou so quickly, right?

Xue Lang muttered a little. However, Jiang Lin could see it clearly, and reminded in a low voice: "Big brother, have you forgotten that Pei Jingxi has praised your paintings again and again?" ”

was reminded by Jiang Lin, Xue Lang remembered that Pei Yunzhao had praised his paintings. Xue Lang has never had the consciousness of a painter.

At that time, he followed the teacher who studied painting, and he was a friend of his father, a painter who had made great achievements in the art world. After accepting Xue Lang as a student, seeing that his skills were enough, he always felt that there was something missing in the paintings he painted, and he couldn't teach it no matter how he taught.

Because of this play, Xue Lang never felt that he was good at painting. After crossing the Tang Dynasty, perhaps due to the increase in life experience, he consciously improved his painting skills, but he did not know to what extent he had progressed, even if he was praised, he felt that others were surprised by his techniques because they had not seen his techniques, rather than marveling at his painting skills, so there was no consciousness of a painter.

Therefore, it was completely unthinkable that Pei Yunzhao would invite him to participate in the literary meeting because of his paintings

became accustomed to being illiterate, and suddenly listed him in the ranks of literary artists...... Caught off guard, okay! Could it be that when students take exams in the future, they will get content like "Xue Lang, a famous painter ...... the Tang Dynasty"?

I feel ashamed to just make up for it, but it's also a beautiful imagination, maybe, you can try to work hard?

Xue Lang asked Jiang Lin beside him not very confidently: "Ah Lin, do you think my painting is good?" ”

Jiang Lin smiled: "Okay! ”

"Didn't you coax me?"

Still not confident, it seems that I was hit too deeply by the teacher!

Jiang Lin thought for a while and said: "The eldest brother's paintings are mostly portraits, although the younger brother is not good at painting, but I often hear people say that if you want to paint a portrait well, you need not only to be similar, but also to have a spirit." Looking at the painting of the eldest brother, it is lifelike, such as in front of you, a smile, a movement and a stillness, and a spirit. How can such a painting not be called good? ”

Pei Yunzhao, who was listening to the two brothers next to him, nodded approvingly: "That's it!" The painting of the young yang, as if in front of the eyes, looks like it is easy, and there are painters who can do it, but the painting of the young yang, both form and spirit, as if there is a soul, can be called a must! ”

Xue Lang's face was so red that he was praised, and he still couldn't believe it. Jiang Lin asked curiously, "Why is the eldest brother so unconfident in his painting skills?" It's very different from the big brother in the past. ”

Xue Lang smiled embarrassedly, and told the story that he was directly expelled from the door wall by the teacher that day because he couldn't learn to paint, which aroused the exclamation of Pei Yunzhao and Jiang Lin. The three of them talked lively, and the little servant came to report: "Master, the guests have arrived." ”

Pei Yunzhao nodded and said, "Youyang, Haoge, let's take a seat." Please! ”

"Please!"

The three of them just passed

It was a spacious courtyard, the courtyard was full of lanterns, reflecting the brightness of the courtyard, and the seats were placed in the middle of the courtyard, not divided seats, but long seats, melons, fruits, and wines, and there were already many people sitting on the seats.

Pei Yunzhao spoke first, and then invited Xue Lang and Jiang Lin to sit at the table, Xue Lang sat on the upper left and Jiang Lin sat on the right, but he did not mean to introduce the two.

Pei Yunzhao said: "On the occasion of this festival, we gather together to appreciate the masterpieces, it is really a grand event, can you bring all the Tibetan paintings?" ”

The old man with white hair in the field smiled and said, "If you have a life, dare not bring it?" Please watch! ”

As he spoke, many of them took the scrolls from the servants and made them hang them on the shelves that had been prepared aside. Pei Yunzhao smiled at Xue Lang and said: "Some time ago, I watched Youyang's paintings, and I saw that I was moving, and it coincided with the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I deliberately organized a literary meeting to meet friends with paintings, gathering the famous hands of my Jiangnan generation, or participating in the meeting with collections or with their own works, please appreciate Youyang." ”

For half a day, Xue Lang was invited to watch the art exhibition!

Xue Lang sighed secretly, arched his hand towards Pei Yunzhao, and together with Pei Yunzhao, slowly walked in the courtyard and watched. Jiang Lin didn't know what to do, so he didn't move, but sat on the seat, poured himself a drink, and worked hard to fill his stomach.

Xue Lang walked and looked, the paintings at this time were very different from the inheritance of later generations, although they were all ink paintings, but the figure paintings were mostly made by white drawing techniques, and even the technique of changing the thickness of thin strips had not yet been developed, and the changes of lines had to be expressed in Wu Daozi's hands.

The Chinese inheritance of figure painting is re-written, pays attention to the likeness, and focuses on expression, unlike Western paintings, which focus on reproduction. Xue Lang's painting method is influenced by Western painting techniques, and while emphasizing expression, he also pays attention to realism, which is very different from the current popular painting method.

Xue Lang has studied painting for many years, and the level of appreciation is there, and he did not give up painting after being expelled from the wall by the teacher, and he likes painting in his heart. With Pei Yunzhao, he was very serious and attentive, and naturally he didn't have time to notice that in the crowd, there was a guy who was looking at him with a probe in his head, and after confirming that it was him, he had a bitter look.

"Brother Wang, why do you keep paying attention to the guests invited by the envoy? Could it be that mysterious visitor...... Do you know? ”

The friend who brought him to the cultural meeting noticed his eyes and asked curiously.

The young man who was called Brother Wang, his face was as bitter as a bitter melon, he nodded, and said, "I know, I saw it when I was in Chang'an." ”

"Oh? It's Brother Wang's old acquaintance! ”

The friend was surprised for a moment and said, "I don't know where it is sacred?" Guan Envoy's attitude is extremely polite to him, I think there is some origin, can Brother Wang easily inform him? If not, go over and say hello and see you later? “

The young man surnamed Wang was silent with a bitter face

I'm afraid that the horse master is not happy to see him! Is this the so-called narrow road to the enemy?