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"Zheng Lang, why do you treat these calligraphy and paintings like this?" Jiang Xing'er was heartbroken when she saw Zheng Lang casually put a painting she had just copied in that large pile of paper.

After saying that, he picked up the painting again.

This is a copy of Tang Bohu's "Lonely Picture of the Falling Sun". Later generations know that Tang Bohu is good at painting ladies, in fact, it is not right, he is an all-rounder, only in painting, landscapes, flowers and birds, and characters are all fine. The solitary picture of Luoxia is also one of Tang Bohu's masterpieces, and the most ingenious is the layout. To paint is "autumn water is a color of the sky", but there is very little water, four-fifths of the page is painted with mountains, rocks, trees, people and pavilions, and beyond a lofty mountain, it is the vast lake.

With the height of the mountain, the reality of the object, the emptiness of the water, look closely, and feel that the water is vast and the sky is endless.

Zheng Lang only copied it, but Jiang Xing'er also knew a little bit and noticed that this painting was unusual.

"Drop it, if it weren't for Si'er, I would have thrown them all together."

"Why?" Before she could throw it away, Jiang Xing'er felt pain.

"You still don't understand, they lack souls, and they lack aura, so they are not worth keeping." Painting now is completely copying the masterpieces of various artists, and even if the error is not large, it cannot be said to be a successful work. Without him, it is one's own thing, it should be done in one go, and it should be paused where it should be paused, but copying others, one stroke at a time, you can't see it roughly, and you can see its rigidity if you look closely.

Later, when insiders collected calligraphy and paintings, they also used this to distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

Copying is a must, for example, after Zhang Daqian became famous, he still copied more, first learning from Shi Tao, Zhang Feng and others, and then turned to Tang Yin, Zhang Wu, and then traced back to the Tang and Song dynasties. But at that time, he already had his own style, such as "Imitation of Ni Yunlin Autumn Water Clear Picture", which is a copy work, but it is more complete and complex than the original picture. Regardless of the chronological relationship, the artistic value is only higher than that of the original picture. This is the second step of the conversion process. It wasn't until his later years that he became more proficient in splashing ink and drew a "Mountain Garden Shower" with his hands, that he really had his own world, and then the pinnacle work "Valley Map" appeared!

It's a slow process.

Zheng Lang strives to break through in calligraphy, and it seems that he wants to break through it, but in painting, there has been no progress so far.

It's all copying, so Zheng Lang said, there is less aura.

If you want to break through, it will be very slow, and now Zheng Lang has divided too much thought, and some of the knowledge in the scientific examination, such as scriptures, words, and pianos, is progressing even more slowly. However, Zheng Lang is not in a hurry, painting is just a hobby, not a top priority.

As he spoke, he casually placed it on the thick stack of calligraphy and drawings.

said: "Let's go, let's take a look at Chen Siniang." ”

After all, he is his own teacher, and he has been married for a month, so I don't know if he is doing well.

pulled Jiang Xing'er and Si'er, who were reluctant to give up, and walked towards Shen Village.

The sky was clear, but the snow did not melt, and the ridges were still covered with a layer of crisp snow, and the velvet ones were stepped on, and they creaked from time to time.

Shen Village is less than three miles away from Zhengjiazhuang, with a total of more than 50 households, and it is a medium-sized village. The end of the year is approaching, and many families are beginning to prepare for the New Year. Buy some new clothes for the children, buy some wine and meat, mutton is expensive, and most of it is prepared pork.

Of course, although pork is cheap, when he is so poor that he has no choice, Su Dongpo can only eat pork.

The life of the common people is not very good, although the Northern Song Dynasty has ruled for many years, but many tenant farmers are still very shabby. can only be relatively speaking, it is stronger than the miserable life of the Tang Dynasty. That's a great step forward. After all, this is the kind of productive force in this era.

Seeing that Zheng Jiazi was difficult to go out, the people of Shen Village came out to watch together.

smiled and entered Shen Dalang's house. Chen Siniang was sewing clothes for several children, with a happy smile on her face. Shen Dalang clumsily made tea for Zheng Lang, and Chen Siniang snorted lightly: "Look at your appearance." ”

Shen Dalang smiled.

Just the expressions of the two, Zheng Lang didn't need to ask again.

There are also three children, the eldest daughter is fourteen years old, I heard that I have engaged a family, and it is almost time to get married. Zheng Lang glanced at it, stood behind Chen Siniang shyly, and looked at Zheng Lang, his body was half large, he must not have developed well, so he was going to get married? It's a very sad time.

The youngest daughter is small, not afraid of people, and looks at Zheng Lang with big black eyes. The boy who is as old as Zheng Lang seems to be introverted, standing in the corner, a little nervous, a little afraid, and looking at Zheng Lang with curiosity.

"The tea is simple, Zheng Xiaolang, Bao Han," Shen Dalang took the teacup and said honestly.

"You're welcome, I'll say a few words and leave. Siniang, I went to the capital. ”

"Da Lang, what's going on, after the slave heard about it at home, he was very worried."

"Some misunderstandings, nothing, but deliberately went to some markets to take a look, some of the pianos are of good quality, and the price is not expensive, but something happened, so I can only come back in a hurry. Next time, if I go to the capital again, I will bring you a handful. ”

Even if it is not expensive, what can enter Zheng Lang's eyes will not be less than 100 gold.

It's not that it's a huge profit, a good piano has strict requirements for materials, and now it's very difficult to get materials, the cost is high, and there are few excellent luthiers, so the price of a good piano that can be used has been high.

"Dalang, you don't have to. At the beginning, the slave was to make a living, and he was lonely, so he had no choice but to use the piano for fun. Since entering the Shen family, the slave has played less of the piano. Speaking of this, a smile appeared on her face again, this kind of fulfilling life is what she wants most. He added: "I used to just see that your father's piano was very good, comfortable to play, and the sound was loud, but I didn't want to keep it for myself. There are a lot of good things in the world, can you take advantage of them? ”

Zheng Lang was silent, he didn't know if Chen Siniang was right to do this, if he really put down his piano skills, he still felt a pity in his heart.

Chen Siniang said again: "The slave also dares to say a word, Da Lang's talent is rare in the world." However, Da Lang seems to have mistaken the wrong path, he is too greedy, greedy for good words, greedy for learning, greedy for painting, greedy for good piano, but if he is too greedy, he will be distracted. Other slaves don't understand, such as the piano road, without him, one is familiar, and when the hand is familiar, there is skill. The second is sincerity, before hearing that the ancients played the piano, they must clean their hands and burn incense, not to respect the piano, but to meditate, and do nothing is to do it, so that they can play the piano well. ”

"Teachable," Zheng Lang bowed.

But whether it can be corrected or not, not necessarily. He said again: "Siniang, please bring your piano." ”

Siniang brought the piano, Zheng Lang sat down, and played a song "Youlan", which was taught to play by Zheng Lang before Chen Siniang got married, and there are many techniques for this song, including hook (the middle finger of the right hand plucks the strings inward), pick (the index finger of the right hand plucks the strings outward), pinch, kneel (the ring finger of the left hand is flexed back, and the string is pressed on the outside of the end joint), calendar (plucked two strings or several strings in a row), wheel (the ring finger of the right hand, the middle finger, and the index finger are plucked outward in turn), and the ring finger and middle finger of the right hand are plucked outward in turn) and so on. Especially kneeling fingering, where the finger is used, the skin is tender and thin, and it will be very painful when first used, so you can only do a virtual press first, and after a period of time the skin adapts, you can actually press.

These are all skills, if there is no Chen Siniang's teachings, even if Zheng Lang remembers more music scores, he may not be able to play the piano well.

After playing the song for nearly ten minutes, he handed the piano to Chen Siniang and said, "Please." ”

This is for Chen Siniang to play again, observe and compare.

"Slavery is ugly." After speaking, Chen Siniang put her hand on the strings and played. Even if she said that she rarely played the piano, she was more skilled than Zheng Langqin now. After playing the song, Zheng Lang dropped two pieces of money and left.

Si'er caught up and asked strangely, "Da Lang, why are you in such a hurry?" ”

"I'm here to see how she's doing. The noble and unwilling "Youlan" just now made her play so peacefully, what else can I say? ”

"I see."

Jiang Xing'er followed behind, I don't know if it was Chen Siniang's situation that made her think about it, walked dozens of steps, and suddenly said, "Da Lang, let the slave warm your bed for you." ”

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