The sound is not loud, and the curtains of March are not opened.

Today, the catkins outside the window have not yet stretched, and they do not have the strength to fly, because the east wind is too light to blow such lingering.

Yangzhou City in March of the early year of Xuanhe was exactly such a scene.

Winter is old, spring has not woken up.

The smell of the seasons always reminds people of the beauty who gets up late and is tired of grooming, with a lazy and strange sense of beauty.

At this time, there is occasional rain falling. It is not the misty smoke and rain of spring, but between the depression and coldness of the winter rain and the fresh and lovely spring rain, wantonly dipping into each other's Yixing and thinking, ethereal, sprinkled, and full of the sky.

Since ancient times, poets have praised spring and summer, but few people really appreciate the beauty of such times. Chu Feng likes such a season very much, especially the rain at this time, with a sparse and faint taste, just like Wei Suzhou's poems. In "Dream of Red Mansions", it is said that Wei Suzhou's poems are diluted. The word "dilution" is also very popular with Chu Feng.

When he was a child, Chu Feng loved the sentence "In the light rain of the Chu River, when Jianye was in the twilight", because of his love for this poem, Chu Feng even had the idea of changing his name to "Chu Jiangwei" when he was a child, but he was rejected by his parents with a smile.

Of course, that was all before, before my parents divorced. For Chu Jiang now, those memories are like a world away, as if with a polarized special effect, and it smells like a yellowed old photo.

It doesn't matter anymore......

Somehow, childhood memories swept over, Chu Feng pressed these memories a little tiredly, opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw a willow branch outside the window.

The catkins haven't had time to flutter yet.

The willows on the branches blow less......

Chu Feng thought of this poem with affection, and couldn't help but think of the next sentence, and laughed at himself. The most important things for me at the moment are the college entrance examination and art examination, and things like Fangcao really don't have time to think about it.

"Little brother woke up?"

A middle-aged man's deep voice came into his ears, and the voice was not familiar.

Chu Feng turned his head to look, and saw a middle-aged man with a short hat and a scarf belt around his waist. The man's face is slightly thicker, his square face is broad-nosed, and he looks very simple.

"This is ......" Chu Feng couldn't come back to his senses for a while.

This middle-aged man was naturally Lao Zhang, who was ordered to save Chu Feng. Lao Zhang smiled at this time: "Little brother, you passed out outside Hangzhou, and my Ah Lang happened to pass by and saved you." The doctor has already come to see you and said that there is nothing wrong with you, brother, but you are a little weak, just rest for a few days. ”

Lao Zhang leaned closer, and his expression was a little serious: "Did the little brother encounter something?" Do you need to report to the official? ”

Chu Feng listened to his words, blinked his eyes, and looked at the surrounding scene again.

White plaster walls, willow cabinets, bib beds, pine window frames, the furnishings in the house are so simple that they also look clear. Outside the window, there are still only willow branches fluttering, and the willows on the branches are quiet.

Chu Feng once copied some pictures of the ladies of the Tang Dynasty, such as "Han Xizai's Night Banquet" and "Hairpin Lady", etc., looking at the taste of the furnishings in the house, although there is a slight gap with the painting, it is very similar.

Purely from the furnishings, this is not a particularly strange thing, after all, Chinese decoration is often seen today, and the elegance is also quite interesting. The point is that the clothes of the person in front of him are indeed somewhat similar to those servants in the pictures of the ladies, but they are not as expensive as the paintings.

Seeing that Chu Feng didn't answer, but kept observing the surroundings, Lao Zhang explained with a smile: "My Ah Lang is the shopkeeper of this calligraphy and painting shop, and this is my room. Do you have any relatives in Hangzhou City, I can go out and look for them. ”

"Hangzhou City." Chu Feng silently recited in a low voice, and he suddenly remembered that before he fell into a coma, he seemed to be copying "Linliu Sitting Alone" in the museum, how could he wake up and go to Hangzhou, thousands of miles away?

"Dare to ask," Chu Feng realized something, and raised his eyes to look into Lao Zhang's eyes, "What year is it now?" ”

"In the early spring and March of the first year of Xuanhe," Lao Zhang said with a smile, "is the young man in a mess!" ”

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In the city of Hangzhou, where "the willows on the branches blow less", in the Xuanqing Fang, where the rich gather, in the courtyard here, in addition to the willow cotton, there are several spring peaches that have just bloomed.

The peach is dying, scorching its glory.

Where the peach blossoms fall, there is its own fragrant grass.

Next to the grass is the corner of the girl's boudoir, in the room, on both sides of the bookcase, the girl and Feibai sit separately, looking at the half of the fragment in front of them.

"It's "Sitting Alone", yes, I have seen my grandfather's painting thousands of times, and I have copied it no less than 100 times, and I will never lose my eyes......" The girl nodded, and shook her head puzzled, "But, how is this possible." After my grandfather painted the "Sitting Alone in the Stream", although he also showed it to others, he never lent it to others to enjoy. Except for his own family, there are not many people who have seen this painting, and it is impossible for anyone to study it carefully. However, if it weren't for careful study, how could there be some similar brushwork? ”

At this time, if Chu Feng was here, I don't know what kind of expression it would be when I heard the girl call Fan Kuan, the author of "Linliu Sitting Alone", "grandfather".

Feibai's sitting posture was naturally not as upright as the girl, and at this time, almost all her upper body was thrown on the table, half lying there. She looked at the painting in front of her, then at the girl's expression, and said with a smile: "Little lady, you say, could it be that San Lang and any of them painted it, and then accidentally fell on the road?" ”

"I heard that the third brother can't go out of Hangzhou City once in half a month, where will he have time to copy this kind of painstaking painting? Besides, even if you really copy it, you can't throw it outside the city! The girl replied with a smile.

There was another reason, which the girl did not say.

The pen power of this fragment in front of him is much more powerful than that of his third brother, although he has not seen it for more than half a year, but with his understanding of the third brother, he can't copy such a taste.

My grandfather's landscape paintings, middle-aged people become bold, the most powerful of which is the color and the turbulent charm, which makes the whole painting seem to move, not something that ordinary people can learn.

The one in front of me is not excellent, but it has three points of style, but it is slightly lacking in artistic conception.

The girl remembered that her grandfather said that the heaviest thing in calligraphy and painting is the wind and bones. This is similar to human temperament, almost innate, and the practice can only be added or deleted, but it cannot be conjured out of thin air. It's called talent.

Feibai secretly glanced at the mung bean cake next to him, and said absentmindedly: "When San Lang comes back, it's good for you to ask, little lady!" What are you going to do now? ”

The girl couldn't see Feibai's small movements, smiled and handed the plate of mung bean cake to Feibai's eyes, reached out and pinched her little nose, and said with a smile: "You're smart!" Looking at the painting can also be bothersome? ”

"How don't you bother!" Feibai took a mung bean cake in his hand and was happily stuffing it into his mouth, but suddenly heard this sentence, immediately put up a little face, and said with a serious matter: "Little lady, you were too obsessed when you were learning to paint, and you forgot to sleep and eat all day long, so you fell into the root of the disease, so that now your body is weak!" The housewife has informed me, let me watch you every day and every night, don't let you be obsessed with it anymore! The housewife said that the name of the little lady's painting idiot must not spread anymore! ”

Feibai learned the tone of his hostess and said the following words very seriously.

The girl only felt funny when she saw it, raised her sleeves to cover her mouth and smiled: "I'm not an idiot like Gu Kaizhi, besides, if I can really have such a wonderful pen, even if I am crazy, it doesn't hurt......"

As she spoke, the girl's eyes showed yearning, obviously stupid.

Seeing this, Feibai sighed helplessly.

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Before I knew it, time was like a cloud, and two days had passed in the blink of an eye.

Chu Feng looked at the catkins in the air that were getting denser and denser, blowing the east wind that was getting warmer and warmer, and his heart was faint, and he didn't know what it was like.

Inexplicably came to this time and space, and the words that the teacher said to himself are still in his ears - if it is really a blessing for three lives, people like us should live in the era of Xuanhe in the Northern Song Dynasty, if we get an official and a half-job in the Xuanhe Painting Academy of Song Huizong, tsk, you can paint every day, you can make money to earn, and you can be an official, and you can make friends with literati and scholars every day, hey! What a pleasure it must be!

"Northern Song Dynasty Xuanhe ......"

Chu Feng muttered to himself in a low voice, thinking that as soon as he left like this, his parents should not particularly care, just think that he had run away from home, and after a while, he would forget about himself. It's just that the teacher doesn't know what kind of worry it will be......

Chu Feng sighed in his heart, but now that he has no choice but to take his teacher and his own dreams and live here.

The art examination and the college entrance examination can no longer be worried, as for the other ...... For the late Northern Song Dynasty and the Xuanhe period, Chu Feng didn't know much, and most of them were calligraphy and painting.

Needless to say, the Xuanhe Painting Academy, which was founded by Huizong, is a holy place for all calligraphy and painting lovers! "Xuanhe Painting Spectrum" and "Xuanhe Book Spectrum" were also made in this era, both of which were supervised by Huizong of the Song Dynasty and compiled based on the calligraphy and paintings collected in the inner courtyard of the imperial palace.

Just these things, Chu Feng felt that his whole person was fluttering as long as he thought about it. How many celebrity calligraphy and paintings must have been! He really can't wait to enter the palace immediately and read all the calligraphy and paintings, even if he dies immediately, it's worth it!

It's just that...... On the other hand, after all, this was also the last year of the Northern Song Dynasty, when the Jin soldiers were about to move south. In addition, there is also Fang La in the south, and the heroes of Shuibo Liangshan are also at this time! The traitors in the court were in charge, and the Southern Song Dynasty was dressed in the south...... When the wind and rain are gone, how can a character like himself, who is lighter than duckweed, protect himself?

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Well, everyone follow my left hand ~ right hand a slow motion ~ recommended ~ collect and then slip away ~