Fan Qiubai grew up watching his grandfather's paintings.

From the time she couldn't climb, her father would carry her to her grandfather's picture scroll, listening to her father pointing east and west, "pointing the country".

Since she was a child, she has also been taught the truth of "Tianxingjian, a gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement". Although she is not a gentleman, she also understands that only hard work can have a reward, so she has been immersed in painting for more than ten years, unless it is difficult to write in illness, there is no delay for a day.

She is really working hard, hard work, coupled with her family history, and now her painting techniques are no longer inferior to her father, even her brothers and sisters of the same generation cannot compare with her. It's just that she is a woman after all, she doesn't go out much, and she has very little contact with people. Although there are quite some places to study in the technique, but the vision is insufficient, and these defects fall to the end of the pen, which becomes a very fatal thing.

Fan Qiubai's paintings of small patterns are really good, a peony, a leaf and branches, that are all the delicate brushwork of the girl, the breeze is general, ordinary people can not compare.

But once it comes to the big picture, such as landscapes and figures, Fan Qiubai's pen becomes a tree without a source of water and roots, which can imitate the form, and the spirit in it is often insufficient.

"It's empty, and there's only one skeleton left." This is his father's evaluation of Fan Qiubai's landscape.

Fan Qiubai has always worked very hard, and she has copied "Sitting Alone in the Stream" hundreds of times, but the effect is very little. My father said that it was because she had not really seen the natural clouds and mist in the mountains. What has not been seen is ethereal, and it is naturally impossible to become a high-quality product.

Fan Qiubai was born in the Fan family, so naturally he had heard about his grandfather's old affairs. I heard that when my grandfather Fan Kuan lived in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain and other places, he often spent a whole day in the mountains, staring at the clouds and mist in the mountains, and after watching for nearly ten years, he achieved the charm of the brushwork in "Sitting Alone in the Stream".

For this matter, Fan Qiubai also asked his father to take him to climb the mountain, but his parents vetoed it. Fan Qiubai also understood that the second elder was concerned about his body. This kind of thing cannot be forced......

It's just that...... After all, I think about it in my heart, even if I don't see it with my own eyes, it's good to listen to people relay and discuss it.

For example, the author of the facsimile of "Sitting Alone in the Stream", regardless of anything else, just looking at the realm of the smoke and haze is a few points higher than himself. Although he was very puzzled about how the other party got to see him, Fan Qiubai felt a surge in his heart every time he thought about it, how good would it be if he could meet each other...... Those who can draw that kind of realm must have seen a lot of famous mountains and rivers! What a envy!

Fan Qiubai looked at the clouds and mist in front of him, with a slightly shaking heart, and returned to the front of the city mansion after a while.

"Little lady, look, our calligraphy and painting shop is already lively." Feibai secretly lifted the curtain to take a look, and saw the figure in front of the door, smiling.

Fan Qiubai also hid behind the curtain and watched, and said with some envy: "It's so good, well-dressed, it looks like an elegant thing." It would be nice to be able to follow along! Every time I listen to the third brother afterwards, it's really unsatisfying! ”

"Oops! Little lady, look, isn't that our Mr. Xixi? ”

Feibai's eyes were sharp, and he saw Liu Zhengqing at a glance. Liu Zhengqing was bored, because he was familiar with the Fan family, and at this time he was laughing and talking about something with the courtiers in the store.

Fan Qiubai looked at the figure and said: "Mr. Yiming is very talented, but he is not proficient in calligraphy, and I have never heard that he can paint. ”

Saying this, Fan Qiubai saw his third brother greet him, smiled and talked with Liu Zhengqing, and then his face changed slightly, revealing a little surprise.

"Oops! What are they talking about? I want to know! I'm in a hurry! ”

The master and servant in the carriage saw everything in their eyes, and they couldn't hear their words. Feibai's temperament jumped out, and he couldn't help muttering.

Fan Qiubai pursed her lips and smiled, although she was a little curious, but for her, what she remembered the most was the famous paintings and calligraphy that were really exhibited! It's a distance that is within reach, but you can't see it directly, it's really torturous!

"Let's go back." Fan Qiubai commanded.

Feibai pursed his lips a little reluctantly, answered, and instructed the coachman.

The carriage began to walk towards the backyard of Fan's house, and after a short time, Fan Qiubai's third brother Fan Qiuming caught up.

"Qiubai, you say this thing is funny, isn't it funny!"

Fan Qiuming rode a tall horse, wearing white clothes and plain clothes used to worship ancestors, and beat the horse to the side of the carriage.

"What's the matter? Provoked the third brother to be so happy? Fan Qiubai opened the curtain to ask, and when she saw that the third brother was happy, she also had a smile on her face.

"Your Xixi, Mr. Yiming, said that he also took two paintings and calligraphy to exhibit. A calligraphy is the treasure of Lu's calligraphy and painting store, and the other is a landscape on paper, but it is a personal work, and it is said that it is to be used to make a name for itself. Fan Qiuming smiled casually, obviously taking this as a joke.

Fan Qiubai was a little more serious and asked, "Does Mr. Yiming know how to paint?" I haven't heard him say it. ”

"Well, he didn't draw it. He said that a friend had done it, but the friend was drunk, so he stole the painting. Ha ha! You say it's funny or not! Fan Qiuming said with a smile.

Fan Qiubai smiled lightly, but he couldn't help but think in his heart: After a few days of contact, although Mr. Yiming is not humble in his speech, he doesn't seem to be able to tell lies. Maybe the landscape of the painting is really good!

"Third brother saw the calligraphy and paintings?" Fan Qiubai asked, a pair of eyes cut pupils.

"No, I want to see it, but that guy didn't even show me, saying that he wanted everyone to come and then unfold, and he wanted to be a blockbuster! Ha ha! Yiming, this guy is really interesting, even if he doesn't be your Xixi, I, Fan Qiuming, have to be friends with him, which is a great pleasure! Fan Qiuming said with a smile.

Fan Qiubai also smiled when he heard this, and he couldn't help but become more and more curious in his heart. But after thinking about it, fortunately, Mr. Yiming is his own Xixi, and when the time comes, he should also show me the calligraphy and paintings!

Ay! It's just a pity that the others can't be seen. Am I considered to be 3,000 weak water, and only take one scoop to drink?

Thinking of this analogy, Fan Qiubai couldn't help but smile tactfully.

"Third brother, wait for the first, second, and third grades, but don't forget to borrow the good calligraphy and paintings back for me to see!" The carriage entered the door, and several servants helped Fan Qiubai get out of the car, she looked at Fan Qiuming who was getting off the horse, and gave an instruct.

"Got it! It's the seventh time! Fan Qiuming sighed helplessly, "Anyway, your brother and I also got you back the "Cold Forest Map" before, why are you still pestering your brother and I don't let it go!" ”

Fan Qiubai's face was slightly red, he stomped his feet coquettishly, and said: "I am 'Han Xinbing, the more the merrier', the third brother, you can write it down, if you forget, Qiubai will find you to settle accounts!" ”

After that, he led Feibai back to the courtyard.

Fan Qiuming is very fond and helpless to this sister, as long as it is not a requirement that will hurt her body, the Fan family can satisfy her.

But having said that, most of Fan Qiubai's requirements are inseparable from calligraphy and painting, and there are not many requirements. As for requests to climb the mountain and watch the fog, she mentioned that after being rejected once, she never asked again.

What a sensible child! Fan Qiuming thought so.

"The owner, the owner of the Li family and the Sun family are here, and they have been invited to Jingming Hall for tea, do you want to go over now, or will you go back later?"

The butler hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"I'll go back and change my clothes and go over, and greet me first." Fan Qiuming instructed.

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Su Dongpo's second tenure in Hangzhou was more than 40 years ago. Since then, the Ink Painting Society has been held, but there are only a dozen or so worlds that have really been held. For the sake of this, there is naturally a relationship with the Wutai poetry case.

Up to now, how many winds and streams have been blown away by the rain and wind, the poems of Dongpo are still there, the ink painting is still there, the calligraphy and paintings that have been exhibited here and the various stories that have been blockbuster are still there, but what has been forgotten has long been forgotten and cannot be traced.

The water and flowers are gone, and there is no trace of the spring after the year.

But prosperity is something that is easy to get attention after all, and half of Hangzhou is concerned about an ink painting meeting. The small traders took advantage of this opportunity to make a good deal for a day, and the whole western market was wiped out. Not only in terms of food, but even the inn was full for a few days. This is naturally because the reputation of the Ink Society has been ringing for a year, and even some students from the surrounding towns and villages will come to enjoy it and find a way by the way.

After all, there is an ink and wash event, and in addition to some calligraphy and painting masters in Hangzhou, there are also Zhizhou or Tongju in Hangzhou. Such an identity and status, even if it is only a faint praise, is enough to make a scholar go from being a nobody to making his name thunderous among the people.

The Song people are elegant, and even ordinary people are the same. It was indeed the best of times for literati and artists.

But it's also the worst of times.

At least, this is the case for Fan Qiubai.

"Although it's not good for girls to show up, but in the previous dynasty, the life of my daughter's family was much better than now, at least I can go out to see if it will be an ink painting!"

Listening to the increasingly lively sounds outside, Fan Qiubai rarely played a little temper.

"Little lady, you are in love with the previous dynasty, if you are sued to the government, you have to ask for it!" Feibai came in with a plate of snacks and said with a smile, "Besides, there was no ink painting meeting in the previous dynasty, how do you know that your daughter's family will be able to go out to see it at that time, little lady?" ”

"You!" Fan Qiubai frowned slightly, his face was coquettish, and he reached out and pinched Feibai's little nose, "It's all this time, do you have to raise the bar with me!" Listening to the bustle outside, it really upsets me! ”