Shen Ziyi had never heard of any of these names mentioned by the old man. He turned to glance at Yuan Tianye and asked, "Who are those people?" Is it famous in your Northern Swallow? ”

Yuan Tianye shook his head: "I don't know." "He has been busy seeking power and usurping the throne all these years, and he has paid little attention to the affairs of this calligraphy and painting world. He still knows some of the national players and masters who are as famous as Chen Fuma, but he doesn't know about these small celebrities.

"Lian Yunguan, Qin Yueming, Zhang Dali, and Yu Qiusheng don't know?" The old man seemed to be taken aback, looked Shen Ziyi and Yuan Tianye up and down, and saw that the two of them had extraordinary temperaments, but he didn't dare to despise them, and said, "Then the old man will introduce you to the two." "I'm going to talk about it.

Shen Ziyi waved his hand: "No need to introduce, I'll take a look first." ”

"Okay, Childe, please take your time." Seeing that Shen Ziyi was impatient, the old man didn't dare to be verbose, took two steps back, and let the three of them slowly walk around the store.

Shen Ziyi looked around the store for a while, and finally pointed to a painting and said, "How much is this painting?" ”

The painting shows a woman, wearing a red cloak, standing in the sassy autumn wind, looking at the river, full of sorrow. The whole painting, whether it is the characters, the landscape, or the artistic conception, is the best in this room painting.

When the old man looked at the painting, his eyes lit up, and he said, "This is exactly Zhang Qiusheng's painting." Master Zhang's family is wealthy, he never sells paintings, and he is reluctant to give away paintings when he asks for friends. This one, however, took a lot of effort to receive it from one of his relatives at a high price, and it cost two hundred and twenty taels of silver at that time. I think this son is also a person who loves painting, and he took a fancy to Master Zhang's masterpiece at a glance, which is called fate. Forget it, I won't ask for a price, you give me a hard-earned money, just two hundred and fifty taels of silver to take away. ”

The corners of Shen Ziyi's mouth hooked. Pointing to a desk, he said, "My husband is also painting?" When I saw Zhang Qiusheng's painting, I suddenly became interested and wanted to paint a painting. I wonder if I can borrow my father-in-law's pen, ink, paper, and inkstone? Feel relieved. When it comes time to settle the bill, I will naturally take these expenses into account. ”

The old man saw that these three people were all extraordinary, and they were also very particular about their dress. It seems that he is definitely a rich man. This rich man has some quirks, which is understandable. Again. He deals with calligraphy and painting all day long, and he is bored guarding the shop here. Nowadays, it is a pleasure and fun for people to come here to paint in person. At that moment, he said happily: "Childe, please." ”

Shen Ziyi poured some water on the inkstone, thought for a moment, and splashed ink when he picked up the pen.

The man at work is the most charming, and Lin Xiaozhu feels that this is not false at all.

At this time, Shen Ziyi was wearing a jade-white brocade robe with hidden patterns. The robe had been washed last night and was worn cleanly. In addition, he has clear eyebrows, a long body, and is outstanding, and he is a handsome character to the extreme. At this time, the brush is in hand, concentrating and thinking, like a dragon going to sea, and there is a unique dusty temperament, as if it is a fairy, with an indescribable elegance.

Lin Xiaozhu looked down at the paper. I saw that he only took the lower left corner, and only used ink, and with a few strokes, he sketched an old man, wearing a robe. Sit by the river and fish alone. There were rocks and trees in the distance, mountains in the distance, and then in the middle part, there was a large blank space. As soon as this blank space remained, the whole picture had a gloomy atmosphere, and when I looked at the old man at this time, I felt that he was a little shrunken, as if he was afraid of cold; And the stone, the tree, the mountain, the water, against the background of that blank, is more like a thick layer of snow, the effect is extremely wonderful.

"Good, good drawing!" The three onlookers couldn't help but admire. Shen Ziyi's painting is obviously influenced by Zhang Qiusheng's painting just now, but whether it is the layout, brushwork, or the idea of the whole painting, as well as the bold use of that large blank space, it is much stronger than Zhang Qiusheng's painting. Zhang Qiusheng's painting is somewhat ingenious; And this one of Shen Ziyi's is so natural that people are in it at a glance and can't extricate themselves.

Lin Xiaozhu was thrilled by the painting of this painting, and saw that Shen Ziyi had changed a pen, and was standing in front of the painting contemplatively, as if he was going to mention words on it, and hurriedly said: "Yi Gongzi, I will propose a poem to you for this painting." ”

Lin Xiaozhu's literary talent and calligraphy attainments, Shen Ziyi has seen them, and these two points are a little ashamed of himself. In addition, he thought about it for a while, and found that the verses he came up with were not good enough, and he was distressed. So when I heard Lin Xiaozhu's words, I couldn't help but be overjoyed, and handed over the pen without hesitation.

"Hey, I said, it's a great pity to break the words for such a good painting." When the old man saw that the woman who was wearing a green cloth dress next to him and was obviously a little girl, she actually said that she wanted to mention poetry, and she didn't care if the three of them would be unhappy, so she protested loudly.

"Don't underestimate this girl, my husband has a lot of talent and calligraphy." Shen Ziyi laughed.

"Really?" The old man looked Lin Xiaozhu up and down, and saw Shen Ziyi nodding affirmatively, still not believing it.

Lin Xiaozhu, who cares what the old man says? I glanced at the picture, found the most appropriate position, and put down the pen.

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly closed his mouth, for fear that it would affect Lin Xiaozhu and make her write this extremely excellent painting. When I saw Lin Xiaozhu's pen writing coming out, it was like flowing water, strong and powerful, but also elegant and smart, it was a good word that I had never seen before, I couldn't help but be surprised, and it took a long time to shout: "Good words, good words!" At this time, he believed Shen Ziyi's words.

As a result, he looked forward to the poems written by Lin Xiaozhu even more. looked at Lin Xiaozhu's words on the paper, and read softly in his mouth: "Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear." Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. After reading, he looked at Lin Xiaozhu who put the pen on the pen stand, and said for a long time: "Good poem, good poem!" After speaking, he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart and shed two tears.

"It's ugly." Lin Xiaozhu learned from the appearance of a man, arched his hand at Shen Ziyi and Yuan Tianye, looked at Shen Ziyi again, and said a little mischievously, "Yi Gongzi, I didn't write your painting badly, did I?" ”

"It's bad, it's bad, it's bad! Isn't this painting a big bad thing when it hangs out, and one person looks at it? Shen Ziyi said with a smile.

The three of them looked at each other and laughed "haha". After laughing, Yuan Tianye and Shen Ziyi's eyes fell on the painting again, silently chanting the poem, and looking at Lin Xiaozhu's eyes became brighter and brighter.

The old man stood in front of the painting, laughing and crying, nodded, and muttered: "Yes, yes, this poem, this word, falling on such a painting, is simply amazing." Words, poems, paintings, wonderful! ”

After speaking, he turned around and looked at Shen Ziyi and Lin Xiaozhu, each of whom made a deep bow.

"Uncle, what are you doing? Hurry up, get up, get up. Shen Ziyi hurriedly helped him up.

"The old man has a reluctant request, and he also asks the son and the girl to agree." The old man said with great sincerity.

Shen Ziyi faintly guessed what the old man wanted to say, forcibly suppressed the joy on his face, and said seriously: "Old man, please speak." ”

"The old man wants to ...... I wanted to ask the two of them to sell this painting to the old man, and the old man was willing to pay 200 ...... No, no, three hundred taels of silver. After the old man stammered and finished speaking, the old man's face slowly turned red, and he lowered his head for a long time and didn't dare to look at Shen Ziyi and Lin Xiaozhu. In his opinion, Shen Ziyi's painting alone is stronger than Zhang Qiusheng's. Coupled with Lin Xiaozhu's poems and words, this painting is worth thousands of taels of silver. But his calligraphy and painting shop has a small capital, and he still wants to win some profits, so naturally he can't pay a high price at the beginning.

As soon as he heard that three hundred taels, even if he gave half to Lin Xiaozhu, he could still earn one hundred and fifty taels, which was much stronger than what Yuan Tianye earned, and Shen Ziyi became happy. was about to say yes, but Lin Xiaozhu said on the side: "Uncle, you want to come to this price, you are embarrassed, right?" This painting alone is more than two hundred taels. And if my poems and words were to be taken out separately and written on a piece of paper and sold, there would always be two hundred taels of silver, right? But this painting with this poem, this word, set off each other, complement each other, whether it is the painting, poetry, words are more brilliant, and how can it be simply added to the two two hundred taels can reflect the value? I can see that you are also a person who likes calligraphy and painting, otherwise you wouldn't have praised us so much from the bottom of your heart. In this case, I won't ask for much, five hundred taels, you take this painting away. All you have to do is frame it, take it to the big city, and let those rich calligraphers and painters see it, and the price of 1,000 taels of silver is definitely something that everyone is rushing to ask for. ”

"Five hundred taels?" Shen Ziyi was dumbfounded, "Lin Xiaozhu, you really dare to ask for it!" ”

Lin Xiaozhu glared at him.

"Five hundred taels?" The old man hesitated, then hesitantly stretched out four fingers, and said abruptly, "Four hundred taels, I don't know if the girl sells it or not?" ”

"Xiaozhu, four hundred taels is fine." Shen Ziyi saw the old man's struggle, and suddenly couldn't bear it, and turned his head to Lin Xiaozhu.

Lin Xiaozhu glared at him fiercely: "Go out of the way." ”

"Uh, okay." Shen Ziyi touched his nose and flashed to the side and was silent.

Lin Xiaozhu saw that the ink on the painting was dry, so he reached out and rolled it up.

"Girl, girl, you ...... like this" The old man looked panicked.

Lin Xiaozhu glanced at him with a smile and said, "Since my husband can't get five hundred taels, I'll take this painting back and enjoy it myself." That Zhang Qiusheng is just from a wealthy family, so he doesn't sell paintings cheaply. My son-in-law has an extraordinary identity, how can he sell his paintings cheaply? After speaking, he turned around and winked at Shen Ziyi, "Let's go, Childe." ”

Originally, Shen Ziyi felt sorry for this old man who still had to earn money to make ends meet at such an old age, and he felt unbearable to be entangled there for a hundred and ten taels of silver. But as soon as he heard Lin Xiaozhu's words, he understood what she meant, and suddenly felt that it made sense, so he turned around very simply and waved his hand at Yuan Tianye: "Let's go." "He is a dignified prince of a country, Lin Xiaozhu is the holder of the jade plate, the two of them are such exquisite masterpieces, the selling price is not as good as an unknown Zhang Qiusheng, this is to spread out, they will become a laughing stock. (To be continued)