The old man laughed, hearty and high-pitched, breaking the dull air: "Let's go, look at your paintings!" Whose goodies are you bringing? If you hit the eye, you will be punished!"

Chang Xian helped the old man walk among the flower paths for a while, and said with a smile: "Hey, you asked me, I really don't know this one, but I don't feel like I'm under the world's famous ......"

The old man flattened his mouth: "Look at what you kid is doing!" How do you feel? If you think it's the best use, then what do you need to do with those appraisals? I don't even know whose it is, so you dare to accept it?"

Chang Xian smiled in his heart, buddy's feeling is really useful, these four paintings buddies don't know each other, Tang Bohu I know, it's just that thing is not easy to take out, and it is too shameful to look at the Spring Palace with the old man.

"There are two other things, both of which are Puru's ......"

"Really? You kid have this luck?"

The old man shook off Chang Xian's hand, and went up to the fifth floor in one breath, oh, he went up to the fifth floor in one breath and opened the picture scroll.

"Hey! You kept all these things?"

The old man muttered in his mouth, looking at the picture of "Bamboo Banana Moon Yin" cooperated by five people, haha.

Tilted his head and looked at Chang Xian meaningfully: "You kid seems to have this luck, this thing doesn't dare to say that there are no ancients before, then it must be the one who will come after it!"

He didn't put the painting away, and unfolded the three rooster pictures on the table one after another, and dialed out a number while pouting his teeth: "Hey, Lao Xiao, show you some good things, get a few more dishes......

After three or two sentences on the phone, he asked Chang Xian to roll up the painting: "Let's go, find you an expert, and go to dinner!"

When the door closed, Chang Xian asked: "Nanshi, where can I borrow the book you said called "China on the Col", and do we have it in the school library?"

The old man's footsteps paused: "I guess I can't find that book if I want to read it now, but the author is now engaged in research in the Department of Philosophy of Science at CUHK, and has also created a "Chinese Questioning Studies". ”

"If I have a chance, I'll find a time to introduce you to you."

……

On the way, Chang Xian learned that the person he was visiting now was Xiao Yao, that is, the author of his paintings.

Mr. Xiao's name is sealed, and the word is 瑯, and the word line is used.

He is a proud disciple of Mr. Wang Xuetao, and at the same time has been taught by Mr. Qi Baishi, Wang Mengbai, Chen Banding and other gentlemen, and is well-known at home and abroad.

He is now a professor at the Jinmen Academy of Fine Arts, and his residence is called "Pingxiang Pavilion".

Pingxiang Pavilion is located in the suburbs, it is a large courtyard, and green bamboo, pine and cypress are widely planted in it.

Chang Xian was led by Nan Jinyu through the wall and entered the courtyard.

This courtyard has a large courtyard, but there are not many rooms, and it is not like a general courtyard house with houses built on all four sides, this unique courtyard has only three main houses, and the rest are made into courtyards. The courtyard is spacious and open, with plenty of sunlight and a wide view.

In addition to the scattered pine formations and bamboo forests, a half-acre square vegetable field was also opened on the right side.

Spring blossoms and autumn fruits, now is the harvest season, in which the vegetables and vegetables grow gratifyingly, pumpkin brown yellow, pepper red and bright, and there are half-green tomatoes that are not red and fat dolls generally hang on the branches.

From time to time, there are chicks patrolling it under the leadership of their parents, and they are at ease.

Chang Xian walked along the road, kept nodding, perhaps, only such an environment can give birth to such a flower and bird painting, right?

There is a pavilion built to the west on the left side of the compound.

The pavilion is planted with flowers and plants all around, although the flowers and plants are not famous species, they are ordinary folk vegetation, but they contain fragrant Turui, brilliant blooming, flowers and trees are elegant and pleasant, come from afar, the fragrance strikes people as if walking in the ocean of flowers and plants.

The pavilion is surrounded by flower beds, and only the flower path is left between the flower beds for people to walk, and the flower beds are planted with lilacs, begonias, elm leaf plums, mountain peach blossoms, etc.

There are various potted plants in the gazebo, which occupies most of the pavilion. Potted plants include pomegranate trees, oleanders, cinnamon, cinnamon, rhododendrons, gardenias, etc., and some even bear fruit.

There are no birds at home, but occasionally visiting birds fly to the branches, leaving a song and answering and then spreading their wings and flying away.

……

The two walked through the bamboo forest and pine formation, along the path between the flowers and plants, through the flower path, and went up to the pavilion.

There are already three people in the pavilion, a middle-aged man stands aside, the stone table in the middle, two old people are sitting on the stone bench are playing against each other, the old man on the left hand side has white hair, a round face, a collapsed nose, a shiny complexion, a ruddy face, obviously old and not decaying, and excellent maintenance.

The old man on the right hand side has black hair, big ears, straight nose and wide mouth, it is difficult to distinguish the age from a distance, and it is forced to observe, the old age spots on his face, and the sparse hair all indicate that this is a decrepit old man.

The white-haired old man holds black, the black-haired old man holds white, and the number of pieces on the chessboard is not too much, but it shows five big dragons intertwined, hand-to-hand soldiers, walking on thin ice, one wrong move, is a catastrophe.

The middle-aged man standing quietly on the side heard the footsteps, turned his head to see Nanshi, smiled before speaking, and was about to be greeted, Nanshi smiled and made a silent gesture, approached the table with Chang Xian, patted the man's shoulder, obviously accustomed to it, and stood quietly to watch the battle.

is often idle, and he will not speak and roll call.

On the chess surface, the two people are not far apart, both are about forty meshes, and now the focus is from the lower right to the middle of the abdomen, and spread to the whole plate of the five dragons of the life and death struggle, the black chess Qi seems to be a little longer, in the fight to take a little advantage.

However, there are only two pieces of white chess, which are easier to deal with, and the left piece of black chess presents a situation of "seven dead and eight alive", that is, there is no free hand to make up for one, and the situation is worrying.

……

Chang Xian smiled and watched chess, wondering in his heart, these two chess skills are not weak, about the level of amateur three or four paragraphs, the strange thing is that the two are old and artistic, they are so old and strong, love to fight, and they are also absolutely down.

Later, I thought about it, China's ancient chess has a seat, and it loves to fight, and the older generation of chess players are all strong fighters.

When the Sino-Japanese ring match, they were all forty or fifty years old, and the style of chess was of course the style of ancient Chinese chess.

The white-haired old man took a sip of tea, knocked down the table, and hummed "Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green, and the sky is ......"

With a smile on his face, he shook his head and looked like he was winning.

The black-haired old man shook the folding fan faster and faster, in fact, the cool breeze in this pavilion was refreshing, and it was not much tighter than the air-conditioned room, where to use the fan.

The black-haired old man's eyebrows tightened tighter and tighter, and one hand moved around over his chess pieces, and whether words like "five knives and six plum blossoms" popped out of his mouth were obviously deducing the battle situation.

"Brother Yin, vote, it's time for me to win, if I hadn't taken the enemy lightly in the first few rounds, I'm afraid you would have lost a mess."

The white-haired old man took a shallow sip of tea, squinted his eyes and persuaded the black-haired old man, looking extremely proud, and played the trick of persuasion.

With a bang, the black-haired old man's identity was self-evident.

In fact, Chang Xian had already expected that the black-haired old man must be Xiao Yao, because the middle-aged man who was the master was standing behind the black-haired old man, intimate and self-explanatory.