In the afternoon of the next day, after Ye Yu attended the annual meeting in the restaurant, he went straight to the mountain grass without delay. These days of learning Danqing by Wang Ximeng's side gradually made Ye Yu have a strong interest.

In fact, for Ye Yu, he never thought of becoming a Danqing master. Because in the Song Dynasty, where the literary style was prevalent, how many people could he beat even if he was superb in painting?

But now it is very different, with Wang Ximeng as his master, it will be a different scene.

Who is Wang Ximeng? It was a peerless genius who was famous back then, and even Emperor Huizong did not hesitate to personally supervise the genius. Zhang Zeduan, who is known to later generations, is because Zhang Zeduan's painting skills are superb and have the value of historical research.

When it comes to painting skills and brushwork, Wang Ximeng, who was 18 years old at the time, was no longer under Zhang Zeduan, otherwise his paintings would not have become famous paintings.

At that time, an eighteen-year-old young man could be comparable to the top painters of the Song Dynasty. Just ask about this talent and skills, how many people in today's world can match? If he hadn't disappeared after painting, Wang Ximeng would have been the most promising painter to reach the level of painting the saint Wu Daozi.

The autumn wind blows the fallen leaves, and they float leisurely in the courtyard. Wang Ximeng sat on the recliner, holding a teapot in his dry right hand, looking at Ye Yufen painting opposite. Slightly squinting his cloudy eyes, he took two puffs into the spout from time to time.

The fallen leaves fell on his body, and Ye Yu didn't notice it in the slightest, because at this moment he had completely melted into the flower realm. Mountains and peaks stand along the gestures, and pieces of trees and flowers take shape with the brush......

"Yu'er ......"

The smart hardcore brush suddenly stopped his gesture, Ye Yu raised his head and asked with a slight smile, "Teacher, what's the matter?" ”

"Is this still appropriate?" Wang Ximeng didn't look at Ye Yu's painting, but pointed to the heavy iron pen in Ye Yu's hand.

"It's ......" Ye Yu glanced at the iron pen in his hand, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he responded respectfully: "Don't hide it from your teacher, this iron pen is used for the first time, but it tortures the disciple a lot!" Every night my right hand was aching and unbearably sore. However, after nearly two months of practice, the apprentice has become accustomed to this weight! ”

Wang Ximeng nodded, and his smile already showed that he was very satisfied with Ye Yu's progress, and then turned around and entered the grass house without speaking. Ye Yu didn't know what this teacher was going to do, but he felt that the teacher wouldn't ask him for no reason.

Sure enough, he was guessed by Ye Yu, and after a while, he saw Wang Ximeng staggering out of the grass house, but he was holding a discus in both hands. When Wang Ximeng came to the stone table, Ye Yu pointed to the discus and asked, "Teacher, ...... are you?"

"Pick up the pen!" Wang Ximeng did not answer Ye Yu directly, but ordered Ye Yu to write for no reason.

Ye Yu didn't know what he meant, but he still complied with Wang Ximeng's request, and held the iron pen the thickness of the child's arm in his hand.

Bite!

As soon as Ye Yu picked up the pen, Wang Ximeng picked up the discus in his hand, trembled slightly and directly crossed the iron pen, and firmly put it on the barrel of the pen. This discus held the pen very firmly, and it was clamped just above the thumb of Ye Yu's right hand.

At this time, Ye Yu discovered that in the center of this round discus, there was a circular bead hole, and the size of the hole was just proportional to the barrel of the pen. This piece of discus was added to it, and Ye Yu felt that the iron pen suddenly weighted down, and he almost fell to the ground without pinching it.

"Continue to practice your drawing skills as instructed by the teacher......"

After Wang Ximeng finished speaking, he ignored Ye Yu, turned around and returned to the rattan chair and shook leisurely. On his increasingly thin and yellowed face, there was always a rare smile.

Ye Yu looked at the bulky brush, shook his head helplessly, picked it up with difficulty, and threw himself into painting again. But this time it was not as easy as Fang Cai, and after a while, Ye Yu's palms secreted fine sweat, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead.

After more than a month of hard training like this, Ye Yu came to the grass house in the morning to practice hard every time, and every time he came back from the tiredness of back pain and hand cramps.

Ye Yu didn't take these things to heart, and what worried Ye Yu the most was that Wang Ximeng's health seemed to be getting worse and worse recently.

Ye Yu comforted this teacher several times to rest more, but Wang Ximeng still did not listen to dissuasion, every time he saw that Ye Yu's penmanship was wrong, he had to teach him carefully.

In the past month or so, Ye Yu received congratulatory letters from Pan Zhisuo and Shen Jinchuan, the words of the letter were full of joy and blessings, and both of them were waiting for the good news of Ye Yu's title on the gold list in the spring of the coming year.

And the two of them were able to know Ye Yu's high school Xie Yuan thousands of miles away because of the tacit understanding reached by the three of them in Shili Pavilion.

Although they live on one side of the world, the two of them always remind Ye Yu that no matter what, they want to write to them to inform them of the results of Qiuyu. And Ye Yu naturally did not break his promise, and wrote to inform the two of them as soon as he was at the top of the high school rankings.

Lin'an's Taishi Ling Yang Hui also sent a letter, praising Ye Yu for winning the top spot in one fell swoop this time. And in the letter, in the tone of the master, he ordered Ye Yu not to be complacent, to study diligently and not to slack off, and to prepare for the spring expedition in a few months.

In the brightly lit study, Ye Yu felt dizzy when he looked at the mountains of books. Thinking that he was really willing to be a cheap teacher, he wrote to persuade him not to study, and also sent a car of exam preparation books......

During this period, although Ye Yu, who eats the marrow and knows the taste, enjoys the joy of fish and water very much, he also knows how to be restrained at the time of the big exam. Not only was he restrained, but he also took corresponding protection and treatment for the Ye family's continuation of the incense that Uncle Sun wanted.

He didn't want to be a father so early, and for Ye Yu, who knew how to give birth in later generations, this age was not the best time to give birth.

The lights were still bright, and Ye Yu held his sore right hand and flipped through the books on the table. After all, he was still tired, turned his wheelchair to the window, gently opened the window door, and a cold cold wind blew in his face.

Ye Yu looked at the cold stars in the night sky against the cold wind, and couldn't help but whisper softly: "I don't know how Brother Li is going......

……

Winter has come in the blink of an eye, and this year's winter snow is earlier than usual. Snowflakes soaked the mountains, and charcoal fires burned around the meadows. At this time, there was a huge stone slab in front of Ye Yu, and the slate was as smooth as a mirror without a trace of cracks.

"Yu'er, after practicing for more than three months, it's time to test your results, let's start!" Wang Ximeng on the side sat with a sallow face, coughing a few times from time to time, looking extremely weak.

Ye Yu hummed softly, glanced at Wang Ximeng, and looked a little more worried. Then he picked up an iron pestle the thickness of his thumb, bent down and hooked it on the stone wall.

Every time Ye Yu sketches, there will be deep or shallow ravines on the stone slab, and sneering sparks flicker under the brush, reflecting each other with the burning charcoal......

Gradually, Ye Yu threw himself into it, and finally closed his eyes slightly and sketched according to his mind. In just one cup of tea, a landscape painting will show its rudimentary form, and if it is dyed in color, it will be more vivid.

"Teacher, please look at ......"

As soon as Ye Yu's words fell, Wang Ximeng waved his hand and said weakly: "No need, you have learned to be a teacher, which is beyond the expectations of a teacher!" However, you have to remember that the so-called practice of boxing is not practiced, and the same is true for calligraphy and painting, and there is nothing wrong with practicing diligently! ”

"The student wrote it down!"

As soon as Ye Yu thought of the stone wall with thousands of ravines in the courtyard, he was suddenly in awe. His mentors are over seventy years old, but they still don't forget to practice diligently, so what reason does he have to slack off?

Wang Ximeng bowed slightly, nodded and sighed: "In fact, when a person's painting skills reach a certain level, it is difficult to make progress in size. However, they still practiced diligently and never slackened, not because these people were too pedantic, but because they were people who had reached the realm of transformation, and they practiced not pen, not mind, but ...... heart."

"Is it the heart? ……”

"In the future, you will gradually understand this truth, Yu'er, the time for you to enter Beijing for the exam is approaching, and the teacher has a few words to tell you!" Wang Ximeng couldn't stop coughing at the moment, and his yellowed face was a little more bloody.

Seeing this, Ye Yu said with concern: "Teacher, you still need to do more recuperation, and it's not too late to talk about it when your body is better another day!" ”

"No, you don't! For the teacher...... I'm afraid that it will really ......be too late, and you listen to the teacher say that no matter what your future holds in the future, you must not mention the master-apprentice relationship between you and me in front of others. Even if someone asks, you have to keep your mouth shut! Can you do it? ”

"Why?"

"It's for your own good, and you'll understand later!"

Seeing that the teacher in front of him looked sick and weak, Ye Yu took a deep breath and said solemnly: "The student has written it down!" ”

"Yu'er, if it's in the future...... If you can be a supreme minister in the future, if you have a chance......" Wang Ximeng hesitated for a moment, stopped talking, and sighed: "Forget it, there must be no chance......"

Wang Ximeng said this, but it was old tears, the cold face and frost on weekdays had already turned into two lines of tears, and he choked for a long time before he choked up: "Yu'er, this is a gift for the teacher, and the right is to share the relationship between you and me......

Ye Yu took the jade pendant handed over by Wang Ximeng, and could feel the temperature of the jade pendant. Ye Yu could see that his mentor was explaining the aftermath, and he had been coughing incessantly for a few days, affecting the old illnesses of previous years, and he had reached the point of being terminally ill.

He had hired many famous doctors in the city, but he still lacked skills. Because this is no longer something that can be recuperated by medical science, the age of seventy or eighty years old is already exhausted. Coupled with months of hard work, Wang Ximeng has been exhausted.

"Teacher, when the student is named on the gold list, I will pick you up and go to Lin'an for medical treatment!" Ye Yu clenched his dry hands tightly, tears rolling in his eyes.

Wang Ximeng laughed with tears of relief: "To be able to live to this age as a teacher, it is already the year of God's blessing!" Moreover...... Being able to accept you as an excellent student in his later years is also to fill a regret of being a teacher! Go ahead! The sky is where you should be......"

At this moment, Ye Yu was gradually crying, and after just a few months of getting along, he felt the love of his elders. Whether in later life or in this life, he is a lonely person who lacks the care of his elders.

Although Wang Ximeng reprimanded him harshly, he cared about himself like a grandfather. Now that the old man is dying, sadness and grief come to his heart, how can he not be heartbroken.

This winter, it's not destined to be perfect!

On a snowy night, an old man left the world, walking quietly, peacefully, and silently......

Wang Ximeng's death shrouded Ye Yu's heart in Beijing, which was about to go to Beijing to catch the exam, with a layer of indelible haze. And the mystery of why Wang Ximeng lived in seclusion for more than 50 years has really become a mystery with the departure of the old man!

Perhaps when Wang Ximeng was dying, he wanted to stop talking about it, that is, he was struggling whether to tell Ye Yu about this mystery. But in the end, Wang Ximeng chose to remain silent, and Ye Yu didn't ask, because everyone has their own *.

Before Wang Ximeng died, he said that he didn't want his body to be eaten by insects and ants, and hoped that Ye Yu would be cremated after his death.

For this request of his teacher, Ye Yu naturally complied with his last wishes. Put Wang Ximeng's ashes into a gold bottle and put them into the ancestral hall set up in the house, and the incense is constantly set up to worship!

Although Chuzhou is not far from Hangzhou, it is necessary to enter Beijing to take the exam three or two months in advance. Because the candidates who are admitted to the state examination must gather at the Provincial Ministry of Rites in the capital in winter to go through the first qiē procedure of the spring examination.

Since then, Wang Ximeng's slowly put away, and Ye Yu's 'Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains' has just been unfolded......

The so-called clear stream breeds dragons, and Chuzhou wants to take off. And going out is a lifetime of elegance and eternal romance!