Huang Xi was immersed in the artistic conception of this word, I don't know how long it took for him to gradually come back to his senses, and then he saw his four old friends, all staring at the word in his hand, and the meaning conveyed in his eyes could not be clearer.

"Ahem!"

"Xiao Tang, I like your painting very much!"

"Old man, just accept it with a cheeky face!"

Huang Xi coughed lightly twice, and while expressing his gratitude to Tang Yuan, his right hand gently pulled up the red cloth and rewrapped it on the painting.

"Lao Huang, I can't help it, we don't want to rob you, let's see what's going on."

Chen Song noticed Huang Xi's small movements, a smile flashed in his eyes, but he said this in his mouth.

"That's it."

"It's so stingy."

When Zhao Chongnan heard this, he immediately echoed two sentences.

"Drink tea!"

Huang Xi knew what these old foxes were thinking, he half-closed his eyelids, picked up the teacup and said with a smile to everyone.

Seeing Huang Xi's attitude, the four old men knew that it was probably useless to count on Huang Xi, so they turned their heads and set their eyes on Tang Yuan.

Suddenly, that feeling of Alexander enveloped Tang Yuan again.

Huang Xi saw that these four old guys actually hit Tang Yuan with their ideas, he looked at them, and then at Tang Yuan, with a smile in his eyes.

"Don Jr., do you still have inspiration today?"

"Old man, I bought a new set of good pen, ink, paper and inkstone, do you want to try it?"

Huang Xi set his eyes on Tang Yuan and asked with a smile.

Tang Yuan's eyes flickered, and he immediately understood what Huang Xi meant, and responded with a smile: "Old Huang, when you say this, your hands are really a little itchy." ”

"Let's go to the study."

After Huang Xi finished speaking, he took the lead in getting up from the chair, dragging Tang Yuan and walking towards the study on the second floor.

Seeing this, Zhao Chongnan and the others glanced at each other, and probably understood what Huang Xi meant, they all stood up, followed Huang Xi, and also walked upstairs.

In the end, it is Huang Guoliang, Huang Mingzhe and Lin Ziyang.

"When I was a child, let you practice calligraphy well, you always feel tired."

"See it now, right?"

"It's all young people, you look at people, and then you look at you."

Huang Guoliang said as he walked, while Huang Mingzhe and Lin Ziyang obediently bowed their heads and were trained.

There's no way, it's really powerless to refute anything.

They all read the words, it is indeed too beautiful, and the strength and age of the people are there, and they can't accept it.

Huang Guoliang gave a brief lecture as an encouragement, and then didn't say anything more.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that Tang Yuan's kind of realm was not something that ordinary people could achieve with their hard work, and that had to have super high talent.

Genius does need sweat to be cast, but it must not only be sweat.

……

Soon, everyone came to Huang Xi's study.

As soon as Tang Yuan stepped into the study, he saw the "Memories of Qin'e and Loushan Pass" hanging on the wall, which he gave to Huang Xi last time, the words were carefully framed, and it looked particularly pleasing to the eye.

"Is this also written by Xiao Tang?"

After Chen Song looked at it for a while, although the sentence structure was a question sentence, his words were full of firm tone.

"That's right."

Huang Xi didn't deny it, he responded with a smile, and then looked at Tang Yuan and said, "Xiao Tang, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are all on the table, you can play as you like." ”

When Tang Yuan heard this, he bowed slightly, then walked quickly to the table, took out a piece of good rice paper and spread it on the table, and then he picked up a brush and dipped it in ink gently.

At the same time, that kind of majestic grandmaster temperament slowly spread out on his body, and Zhao Chongnan, Chen Song and others were all eyelids.

This kind of grandmaster bearing appeared on Tang Yuan, who was only 24 years old, which was really a bit incredible, and it could even be said to be very outrageous.

There was silence at the scene, and everyone subconsciously held their breath.

About ten seconds later, Tang Yuan's whole person moved.

……

The middle-aged man is quite good, and his late home is in the south of the mountains.

Every time you go alone, you know what you are winning.

Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise.

Occasionally, Lin Suo, talk and laugh without a repayment date.

……

The first poem, Tang Yuan wrote Wang Wei's "Farewell to the South".

This is the work of Wang Wei in his later years, when the official was still the right man, and his position was not small, but due to the repeated changes in the political situation, he saw the hardships and ugliness of his official career, so he wanted to get rid of this troublesome world and live a natural and quiet, leisurely and chic life of retreat.

For this poem, Tang Yuan has always liked it very much, and he especially likes the sentence "Go to the poor place of water, sit and watch the clouds rise", which is actually very consistent with his current state of mind.

Accompanied by Tang Yuan's pen, after writing the poem "Farewell to the South", I saw that the old man who had always been gentle and gentle, his eyes quietly lit up.

After writing a poem, Tang Yuan did not stop writing, casually pulled the rice paper on the table aside, and then pulled a piece of white rice paper, buried his head and wrote again.

……

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

……

Compared with the first poem, when Tang Yuan wrote the second poem, the pen was more inclined to grass, and between the lines, it revealed the pride and domineering spirit of the sky, as if the golden iron horse was close in front of him.

"I want this letter, whoever robs me, who is in a hurry with me!"

Before Tang Yuan finished writing, the old man with a rough and heroic appearance couldn't hold back the love in his heart, he stared at his tiger eyes, and in a very low voice, he took the lead in declaring his sovereignty to the three old men next to him.

"Why?"

The majestic Zhao Chongnan squinted at the other party, his lips moved slightly, obviously a little disagreeing.

"Lao Zhao, did you deliberately work against me, you said that you have been doing personnel and party building for half your life, what is the use of you wanting such murderous poems? This doesn't match your tone! ”

When Zhu Wei heard this, he was suddenly a little anxious, staring at the tiger and shouting in a low voice.

"Just because there are so many words in this poem, can't you?"

"It's fun to watch, isn't it?"

Zhao Chongnan sipped a slight smile on the corner of his lips, and then said: "It's better like this, next time I go to your house, you open that bottle of Fenjiu for 50 years, and if you agree, I won't grab this poem from you." ”

"Lao Zhao, are you a lion with a big mouth?"

After Zhu Wei heard what Zhao Chongnan said, the tiger's eyes widened.

"Okay, no."

"No, let's just rely on our abilities."

Zhao Chongnan looked at Zhu Wei, his eyes narrowed slightly, making it difficult for Zhu Wei to read through his thoughts.

"Okay, okay!"

"Open open open!"

"Isn't it 50 years of Fenjiu!"

"Just give it to you!"

Zhu Wei looked at Tang Yuan, who was splashing ink, and looked at the pretentious handwriting above the table, which seemed to be more tempting in front of him.

If he can frame this poem and hang it on the wall of his living room, and wait for his old comrades-in-arms to come to his house as guests in the future, it will definitely make him more face-saving.

Fenjiu has been 50 years, and he can only have face once, but this Li Bai's "Chivalrous Journey" can make him save face many times.

Which is more important, Zhu Wei can still carry it clearly.

Compared with "Farewell to the South", this "Chivalrous Journey" will undoubtedly take longer.

About five minutes later, the writing of "Chivalrous Journey" was completed, and then Tang Yuan pulled a piece of rice paper, still writing hard and diligently.

Lin Ziyang and Huang Mingzhe, who were originally standing at the door, had already been carried by Huang Xi to the table, and let the two play the role of scholars, helping Tang Yuan spread rice paper and collect poems.

The third time he put down the pen, Tang Yuan did not write any more poems, compared to the line of "Chivalrous Travel", this time he put down the pen, which is the most standard line.

……

Gewu, Zhizhi, sincerity, righteousness, self-cultivation, Qi family, governing the country, and leveling the world.

……

There are only 17 words, each of which is square and strong through the back of the paper.

Chen Song, who was always standing in place and had no expression fluctuations, flashed a touch of color in his eyes, but on the surface, he was silent and did not say anything.

Under the gaze of everyone, Tang Yuan immediately wrote two more poems, one is Xin Qiji's "Linjiang Immortal", and the other is Wang Mian's "Momei".

From the pen to the pen, and from the pen to the pen.

The four poems and Confucian classics can be said to be completed in one go under Tang Yuan's hands.

"Hoo ......"

Looking at the five sheets of rice paper that had not dried with ink marks, Tang Yuan felt an indescribable sense of comfort and accomplishment in his heart, he exhaled softly, and his eyes looked extraordinarily bright.

"Don Jr., hard work."

"It's a pleasure to watch you write."

Huang Xi looked full of red light, he sighed twice sincerely, and then his face changed, and he looked at the four people next to him, with a slight smile in his eyes.

Huang Xi took Tang Yuan upstairs, in fact, everyone understands what Huang Xi meant.

Not to mention the identity and status of Zhao Chongnan's four people for the time being, just looking at their age, it is impossible for Tang Yuan to let them take the initiative to speak first.

"Zhao Lao, Zhu Lao, Chen Lao, Zheng Lao, when they met for the first time, the juniors didn't have time to bring any gifts, these words can be regarded as a meeting gift for the juniors."

Tang Yuan looked at the four old men and said with a polite smile.

"Xiao Tang, I like your gift very much!"

"At a young age, he has such a talent, he is really talented!"

Zhao Chongnan looked at the upright, handsome and sunny young man in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh twice from the bottom of his heart.

"Indeed!"

"That's a brilliant handwriting!"

"Even I, a rough person who is usually indifferent to calligraphy, can't help but want to collect one and hang it in the living room to enjoy it at home!"

Zhu Wei followed closely and followed Zhao Chongnan to echo.

The other two also gave high praise.

If they originally had some doubts that the painting "Qinyuan Spring Snow" was ghostwritten by someone else, now that seeing is true, they no longer have any doubts in their hearts.

"You old guys, don't talk about it."

"Later, you will each leave a contact information for Xiao Tang, if Xiao Tang encounters any difficulties in the future, you can't pretend not to know, otherwise if I let me know, I will definitely go to your house and bury you hard."

Huang Xi smiled at all this in front of him, and saw that the time was almost right, so he took the initiative to ask for some benefits for Tang Yuan.

When the four old men heard this, they all looked at Huang Xi with some surprise, who didn't expect Huang Xi to attach so much importance to this young man, you must know that it is Huang Xi's own grandson Huang Mingzhe, and he doesn't have their private contact information in his hands.

But accidents are accidents, they all know very well that Huang Xi will not value a young man so much for no reason, it may have something to do with good calligraphy and a little bit of relationship, but it will definitely not be the main reason, and Huang Xi's vision has never been bad, since Huang Xi has spoken, then it doesn't hurt for them to be a favor.

The four old men's thoughts were like electricity, and they had their due judgment almost in the blink of an eye.

"Then you still need to say it?"

"Does my old Zhu seem to be a person who takes other people's things for nothing?"

Zhu Wei glared at Huang Xi, and then patted Tang Yuan's shoulder: "Xiao Tang, the body is good, you know it when you touch it, it must be a body that can only be exercised all year round, I have worked in Jinling for most of my life, and now I live in Jinling." ”

"Here's my business card." Zhu Wei didn't know where to find a business card: "If you come to Jinling in the future, you can come to sit at home." ”

When Tang Yuan heard this, he took the business card with both hands, and said yes again and again.

After Zhu Wei took the lead in speaking, the remaining three old men also told Tang Yuan their personal contact information, and their words were quite close.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Yuan received the business cards of the four giants.

Although the business card does not represent anything, for Tang Yuan, these four business cards are equivalent to four bridges, as long as he remains patient and sincere, he will definitely gain something in the future.

Freezing three feet is not a day's cold, and water drops and stones are not a day's work.

Sometimes, finding the right way and finding the right direction is the most important thing.

Now, the direction is in front of him, and Huang Xi personally leads the way, if Tang Yuan is difficult to achieve like this, it can only be said that Tang Yuan lived in vain in his last life.

Everyone talked and laughed, and the four old men all chose their favorite calligraphy works.

Zhu Wei chose "Chivalrous Journey", Zhao Chongnan chose "Linjiang Immortal", Zheng Shiqing chose "Farewell to the South", and Chen Song chose the eight entries of the Confucian classics, a total of five works, after the four people finished picking, there was still one work left that no one cared about.

Huang Mingzhe, who had always stood in place and silently acted as a background board, suddenly took a kick inexplicably, he was startled, a little angry in his heart, and turned his head to find that the person who kicked him was his Lao Tzu.

Oh......

That's fine, just kick it.

"Can you see it with some eyesight?"

"I didn't see that there was a word left on the table!"

"Hurry up and bring it to me, and let your grandfather snatch it later!"

Soon, Huang Guoliang's extremely low voice reached Huang Mingzhe's ears.

"Huh?"

"Didn't Tang Yuan leave that painting for grandpa?"

"I'll go over and get it, grandpa can't beat me!"

Huang Mingzhe was stunned, and then showed a little hesitation.

"Your grandfather has "Qinyuan Spring Snow", how can Tang Yuan inscribe him again, and you have seen who inscribed the poem "Momei" to a retired old man, this poem embodies the spirit of integrity and integrity, and it is obvious that Tang Yuan deliberately wrote it for me."

"It's just that there are a lot of people now, and I am a junior compared to Zhao Lao, and it is inconvenient for Tang Yuan to give me that character directly, so you can walk over by yourself and quietly put away the character for me."

Huang Guoliang looked at Huang Mingzhe in front of him, and explained with a little hatred.

"That's ...... so"

When Huang Mingzhe heard this, he couldn't help but show a little abruptness, and then he walked quickly to the table according to his father's instructions, and quietly put away the calligraphy work of the inscription poem "Momei".

During this period, Huang Xi glanced at this side, but didn't say anything, as if he didn't see it, but the smile in his eyes was much stronger......

(End of chapter)