[241, what is the situation in the world? 】

Soon, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were ready.

Su Qingyun picked up the brush, squinted his eyes and asked:

"Old Qian, what do you want me to draw?"

Qian Muwen didn't think about it, so he said, "Whatever, Xiaoyou can draw whatever he wants."

Su Qingyun nodded, and suddenly a person appeared in his mind.

It was his wife in his previous life!

They are childhood sweethearts, and the two have no guesses!

They say that they swear by the sea and the mountains for a long time!

He had made a vow to give her happiness!

However, he is just an ordinary person after all!

After marriage, firewood, rice, oil and salt, work day and night!

Those promises, those good things, were never fulfilled after all.

"Alas!"

Thinking of this, Su Qingyun sighed heavily!

"Lei Lei, I don't know how you are doing in that world after I leave?"

"I've got everything I want in this world, but without you!"

"Life is like this, you don't know how to cherish when you have it, and you can't regret it after you lose it!"

"If I could do it all over again, I would give it to you!"

Thinking about it, Su Qingyun picked up the brush and waved it on the rice paper, and Lei Lei's voice and appearance kept flashing in his mind, as if he had returned to the time of his previous life, when he had just married Yan'er, and the good times he had with Lei Lei.

At that time, life was poor, but there was a happy smile between the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes.

After finishing speaking, Su Qingyun began to paint.

Holding a brush in his hand, he quietly looked at the white rice paper, and began to conceive a picture in his mind.

Unconsciously, Su Qingyun's eyes were wet, and his hand holding the pen was like dancing, waving freely on the rice paper, and a little ink bloomed like a flower, pointing, side, hooking, lifting, sweeping......

Su Qingyun's movements were so fast that Qian Muwen couldn't see his movements clearly at all.

All in one go, flowing water.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a painting was completed.

In the painting, rocks, mountains, lonely peaks, flowing clouds, falling geese, and wailing ......

This is a freehand landscape painting, purely with intention, the painting is a wild goose rolling down on the rocky hill, the other wild goose can't help but scream, the painting reveals a strong sense of vicissitudes and sadness.

Everyone who looks at this painting feels as if their soul is deeply integrated into the painting, and the whole spirit is violently shaken.

Loneliness, grief, sadness, tears.

That's the power of painting.

A work of art is a world.

Even ordinary people who don't know anything about painting can feel the emotions in this painting and fall into a sad atmosphere.

At this moment, the guests of the teahouse gathered one after another.

When they saw the painting, they couldn't hold back any longer.

"Why, I feel like crying."

"It's amazing, who said that Chinese painting doesn't have a master, this is definitely a master's level!"

"Damn, I only understand the beauty of Chinese painting today, and this kind of artistic conception cannot be expressed in Western painting for 10,000 years."

"I want to apologize to Chinese painting and forgive me, I used to look down on Chinese painting, because I never found the beauty of Chinese painting."

said that Qian Muwen stared at the painting deadly.

Syllable!

The teacup in Qian Muwen's hand fell to the ground and shattered.

But he didn't realize it, his eyes were staring at this painting, from the artistic conception and expression techniques in this painting, this has completely mastered the essence of Chinese painting, and even in ancient times, it is also a masterpiece.

Guru!

A true master!

Since ancient times, literati have been arrogant, let alone masters.

After coming back to his senses, Qian Muwen looked again, but saw that Su Qingyun had already lifted the pen and slowly began to write in the blank space of the painting.

"Ask the world, what is love, and teach life and death to make a promise?"

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The sky is full of flyers, and the old wings are cold and hot several times."

"Happy and happy, parting bitterly, there will be more foolish children."

"You should have a saying:

Stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, to whom does the shadow go?"

"Hengfen Road, lonely and lonely, the smoke is still flat."

"The conjuring spirits are a little more so, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the dark."

"The sky is also jealous, I don't believe it, and the warblers and swallows are all loess."

"Through the ages, in order to stay for the people, I sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu."

It is still achieved overnight, and this cursive script is superb, worthy of the word "grandmaster".

Looking at the words made, its achievements have already surpassed the painting and calligraphy itself, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it has been passed down through the ages.

As one of the masters in the academic world, Qian Muwen also has a deep study of calligraphy and painting, and Su Qingyun's calligraphy and painting level has reached the realm of a grandmaster, but what shocked him even more was that the poem itself was another masterpiece that could be passed down for thousands of years.

"Smack!"

With a clear sound, I saw Su Qingyun put down the brush, walked to the window, looked up at the flowing clouds in the sky and breathed a long sigh of relief.

In front of the table, Qian Muwen stared blankly at the painting in front of him, his trembling hands and frightened eyes were enough to explain the shock in his heart at this moment.

In the painting, the sad wild goose, the lonely peak, and the lonely cloud......

In Qian Muwen's eyes, this painting is filled with a deep sadness, especially the wild goose in the painting, which is full of sadness, staring into the distance, and clearly containing deep longing in his eyes.

The picture seems to be flowing, and you can feel the breeze blowing the flowing clouds.

Qian Muwen was very shocked, this is just the most ordinary white drawing, neither colored, but both form and spirit, the person in the painting seems to be alive, full of ancient charm.

Modern people appreciate ancient paintings, always feel ordinary, but do not know that ancient paintings pay attention to artistic conception, similar rather than like, so if you want to appreciate the paintings of the ancients, you need a certain artistic quality.

However, Su Qingyun's painting has completely surpassed ancient paintings in terms of artistic techniques.

Coupled with the poems mentioned by Su Qingyun next to him, he is chic and elegant, but at the same time full of unstoppable momentum, and his edge is revealed!

Qian Muwen secretly said in his heart, if this is an ancient painting, its value is immeasurable.

What's more, the literary value of this poem is also extremely high!

It's a pity that Su Qingyun is still too young, and calligraphy and painting are more valuable the older they get! But it is conceivable that in another hundred years, one of Su Qingyun's works will at least be priceless.

The artistic, cultural, and historical value in it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a national treasure.

Qian Muwen was completely immersed in the artistic conception of this painting and calligraphy.

At this time, the hall suddenly sounded a melancholy and tactful piano sound, the sound of the piano murmuring, as if telling some kind of longing, and as if dispeling sadness.

It turned out that Su Qingyun was sitting in the hall playing the guqin.

This time, in addition to chess, Qian Muwen has seen the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"What sad thing did you think of? Could it be that you are trapped by love?"

Qian Muwen walked up to Su Qingyun, saw Su Qingyun's sad expression, felt a little sad in his heart, and comforted: ap.

"Don't be too sad, little friend, everyone has a life! Each has its own fate. But you're really amazing, I couldn't really see it on Weibo before, but this time I saw you painting on the spot, and I was really amazed."

"This is no longer mastery, this can be called a generation of grandmasters. Alas! If the old man had met you when he was young, he would have taken you as his teacher and studied for twenty years."