After writing for a long time, Xiao Yao said to Chang Xian: "Xiao Chang, the four teachers of our Academy of Fine Arts plus the other four are loved by others, and they are called eight. Old, eight bad old men are similar in age, smell the same, in the same Jinmen, joint pen painting is not uncommon, but mostly two, three, four people joint pen, five people joint pen is very rare, five people joint painting and have to revert to the unique, this painting belongs to you, but I hope you cherish. “

Chang Xian said: "Xiao Lao, rest assured, whether it is this couplet painting, or the three independent, walking and majestic, I like it very much, it must be a treasure."

Xiao Yao smiled, shook his head and said: "Don't get me wrong, I think so, calligraphy and painting are art, but it is undeniable that it is a commodity." It doesn't make much difference as society changes. If those who are engaged in calligraphy and painting want to live and have income, they must exchange their works for Brother Kong Fang, whether ancient or modern, Chinese and foreign. “

"That's why I've never been shy about exchanging my work for money."

Xiao Yao raised her head and looked far away: "I remember that in the years before and after the Anti-Japanese War, I did not succeed in painting, but it was difficult to make a living.

Sun Qifeng led slightly, and he did the same back then.

However, art is art after all, and it should still be a work of art if it becomes a commodity, and it cannot be said that art as a commodity can not be taken seriously. I think that as a human being, whether you are an artist or an antique dealer, you must be responsible for your own actions. “

"I remember that about five or six years ago, the owner of an auction house in Beijing approached Xiaolong and wanted to promote my paintings in the form of publicity and hype, but I refused. The painting is not pork, the meat can be fried, how can the painting be fried?"

Chang Xian looked at Xiao Yao's old face with admiration, and said with a nail and a nail to the iron: "I know what you mean, although the kid is not talented, but I am a disciple of the Southern Division, and I will never dare to forget my righteousness, cheat, and shame Mr."

"Brother Jinyu, you are a good student!"

Chang Xian spoke loudly and fiercely, and the three old men looked at each other and smiled.

"Speaking of fraud, I still remember one day, an acquaintance who runs a gallery came to my door with a handscroll entitled "Hundred Chickens" for me to identify, and the fake painting depicted a hundred roosters, which can be said to be neither level nor common sense."

"Art comes from life, in real life, is there more roosters or hens in raising a flock of chickens? Of course, there are more hens. Hens can lay eggs and improve efficiency, while roosters can do more than fight when they stay together? It's pure nonsense!"

Sun Qifeng smiled bitterly: "This can be regarded as the four bodies of the art world are not diligent, and the five grains are not divided!" ”

At this time, the housekeeper came to greet him, Xiao Yao patted his thigh and said, "Put Mr. Pu's calligraphy and painting in the back for the finale, let's eat first!"

The old man smiled at Nan Jinyu and said, "I was driven by you, Lao Sun brought his hometown Zhaoyuan's specialties over to partner today......

"Old man, where are we eating? Go to the house or just put the table in the yard? ”

Xiao Long walked towards the kitchen while discussing ideas with the old man.

Sun Qifeng pouted and said: "I said Xiaolong, you have grown up now, and when you talk to the old man, you can hide half of it!" ”

Entertaining guests for dinner, of course, is in the dining room or living room, this is common sense, since Xiao Long does not ask according to common sense, it must be that he wants to arrange it in the courtyard.

It's just that Sun Qifeng is a guest, and he shouldn't talk without a door, but Sun Qifeng has been friends with Xiao Yao for half a century, and he really grew up watching Xiao Long, not to mention saying a few words to him, it is a big slap greeting, and the juniors can only stand upright.

"Xiaolong, no matter how the wind blows outside, this is Pingxiang Pavilion!"

Xiao Yao patted her son and said with a smile: "We have a few brothers, so we don't need to pay attention to it, it's a lively picture!" ”

Xiao Long smiled when he heard this, and said, "Then in the courtyard, put the table under the big ginkgo tree, where it is cool and spacious......"

Nanshi looked at it and said with a smile: "That place is good, thinking that when we were young, with a bowl of rice, we could go out five miles and come back with a bowl, and it was almost time for the next meal......"

While talking, housekeeping and Xiao Long were busy for a while, and they were soon all arranged.

The table in the courtyard is a small eight-immortal table, a small square table of 80 centimeters, about 50 or 60 centimeters high, and the chair is also a small bamboo chair with a height of 20 or 30 centimeters.

There are a total of eight dishes, and they are not too particular, there are no four cold and four hot, and there are three cold dishes and five hot dishes, and the cold dishes are salted peanuts, tomatoes mixed with sugar and preserved egg tofu.

Considering the stomach of the elderly, the hot dish is a yellow croaker, a salt-baked shrimp, a sweet and sour tenderloin or something, the main dish is meat and mushrooms, plus a green vegetable and tofu soup.

"It's commonplace, there's no food, the two old guys won't talk about it, Xiao Chang, you'll just have it!"

The dishes were put on the table, and Xiao Yao said in a Chinese politeness.

Chang Xian hurriedly waved his hand and smiled.

Nanshi listened and smiled: "When I heard you say this, I remembered that once a Japanese oracle bone scholar went to Nankai to communicate, and saw a table of dishes, no less than twenty plates, and the host's family was still busy with it, but he said that there were no dishes in his mouth, which made him a little suspicious, whether the oracle bone writer didn't understand mathematics......

Sun Qifeng said strangely: "Lao Xiao, you are not real, if you want to say that Lao Nan has no food there, I believe it, you have no food here?" ”

He pointed to the side, a big rooster with a group of yellow-haired chicks swaggering past the side, squinting at these upright walking monsters, screaming twice from time to time, domineering side leakage.

Sun Qifeng said: "Isn't this just a dish? Reluctance is reluctance! ”

Xiao Yao waved his hand again and again: "It's not reluctant, you don't know this guy's combat effectiveness, you can't afford to provoke it, you can't afford to provoke it!" ”

He shrank his head and said, "They have sharp teeth and claws, high throats and lips, my generation has no fists, no bravery, no hands to restrain the strength of chickens, where dare to fight with them!" ”

Hahaha!

The courtyard was full of laughter.

The literati's mouth belongs to a duck, and the flesh and bones are stewed, but the mouth is still hard.

"Come on, come on, let's go, you're welcome!"

"Slow down, leave me a piece!"

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