Han Tongwen thought about it for a long time, what kind of poem should he write tomorrow, there were originally a lot of poems of all kinds of wind and snow, but he personally didn't like it, and he didn't come up with any results, so he fell asleep groggily. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The morning is still the same as every day, with two boys and a girl to the top of the mountain to practice martial arts, a morning of practice and hot weather made Qiao Song and the little wolf tired, after eating, the three of them randomly found a big peach tree, lying down to sleep.

The three of them also had homework every day in the afternoon, and Mr. Wu would personally teach them some of the most basic knowledge, starting from enlightenment, which made Han Tongwen grateful. Thinking about it, it's time to go to Wen Fatty's house. The gentlemen's quarters were very close to each other, and a few small buildings were built in an open field near the college. A fenced yard, an old tree, a deck chair, a fan, and some flowers and plants. Mr. Wen had a very good night's sleep, and he had become more sleepy since he fell ill last month, and now he was resting in the recliner, when Han Tongwen saw that the servant wanted to say hello, he made a boo gesture and walked to the side of the fat man. The weather is hot, Mr. Wen is fat, he sweats easily, and sweat is constantly left on his forehead, Han Tongwen gently picked up the fan and half-bowed his body to shake the cool breeze. This is also the first time that Han Tongwen has observed Wen Fatzi up close, with a few age spots on his fat face, because he has no teeth, even his lips are a little collapsed, and he snores slightly.

Every gentleman in Qingya Academy, Han Tongwen respects him from the bottom of his heart, not so much that Han Tongwen is studying in the academy, but that he and Qiao Song are homeless and are taken in by these old men in the academy, and since they came here, they have been taken care of. Among the five old men, Wen Fatzi is the oldest, already seventy and three, even the youngest Liu Keding is sixty-five, Wu Qinghe is even more every day for his disciples Qiao Song and Little Wolf Er to lecture and learn, the grace is as deep as the sea, he also regards Qingya Academy as his home. These old gentlemen are rich and rich, do not envy the high-ranking officials, and are willing to be poor all their lives, teaching and educating people in the academy, and enjoying the world.

Wen Fatzi suddenly trembled in his dream, seemed to wake up, and saw Han Tongwen as soon as he opened his eyes.

"It's coming" Wen Qi'an's eyes were still a little worried, Han Tongwen hurriedly wiped his sweat for him and helped him up.

"It hasn't been long since I first arrived," Han Tongwen said with a smile

"Other old people feel less, but I, an old man, feel more" Wen Qi'an laughed and said, "The next time you come, wake me up, it's okay, it's okay"

Wen Qi'an said and led Han Tongwen into the house, and the layout in the room was also very simple, a bookshelf, a long table, pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table, various brushes of different thicknesses hung on the pen stand, and a pair of strong old pines hung in the middle of the room.

The two came to the table, and Han Tongwen hurriedly spread out a piece of paper, and pressed it on both sides with a paperweight after flattening it

"You write first, after you finish writing, the old man will use your poem as the title to paint" Wen Qi'an laughed, his tone was very confident, "I also let you see how your painting skills are."

"Then the student is welcome" Han Tongwen grinded, and then picked out a pen of moderate thickness from the pen stand, rolled up his sleeves, filled in the ink, thought for a while, and looked at Wen Qi'an's pen square and powerful.

"I don't envy the golden jade, I don't envy the white jade cup.

Do not envy the province of the DPRK, and do not envy the twilight of Taiwan.

Thousands of envy of the academy, ten years of education of the world's talents. ”

After writing, Han Tongwen looked at every handwriting as strong as he saw through the paper, whether it was ink or pen, it was the best handwriting. Wen Qi'an laughed when he watched it, "The poem is very good, but you kid is flattering me, I'm not as good as you say."

"Sir is polite, this poem is difficult to show your merits, just in case, Mr. will paint with this title" Han Tongwen bowed

"Originally, this painting was for Qinglou, you kid is so messing around, the old man is really not good at this time" Wen Qi'an said angrily, "You go first, come and get the painting in a few days, and send it to the old castle"

"Okay, then the student will quit first" Han Tongwen was a little happy, he thought it would take an afternoon, so Shi Zhongyuan gave up squeezing him, and there was nothing he needed to take this afternoon, but now it seems that this afternoon can be leisurely and lazy.

Time passed very quickly unconsciously, but Wen Fatzi's painting was progressing very slowly, it was originally planned to be completed in three days, but now it has been seven days, and the painting is only half completed. Wen Qi'an was very diligent when he was young, and he loved painting, and in the following decades, he was famous for painting portraits of people in the Tang Dynasty, and Han Tongwen would come to see it every day. In order to achieve the most perfect realm, Wen Fatzi will draw a pair in advance when he is depicting on the picture scroll, when Han Tongwen came, there was already a stack of painting paper next to Fei, each of which had a different look, and it was a rare top grade.

"Mr. Wen, this painting can't be painted anymore" Han Tongwen was a little anxious in his heart, and Fat Wen's face didn't look very good

"The old man is fine, the old man can imagine, what a wonderful painting it will be, your poem reminds the old man of the past years, ten years of educating the world, the old man has been teaching in Qingya Academy for more than ten years, and has taught countless students, but it seems that there is no enough to commemorate something, so it is better to complete such a teaching picture" Wen Qi'an's mood was a little excited, "You really found a good theme for the old man"

"Sir, keep drawing your body ....."

"Don't worry, the old man is still so fragile"

"You should also pay attention to rest when you paint," Han Tongwen worried

"Okay, okay"

"Then you go and take a rest now"

"Why are you such a mother-in-law" Wen Fat Man hates that someone comes to annoy him when he paints, "What should I do, why go, don't get in the way of my eyes here"

was blasted out of the house by Fat Man Wen, Han Tongwen was really worried about Fat Man Wen's body, he didn't expect that he who had always been gentle would become so stubborn and stubborn now. For another three whole days, Fat Man Wen finally fell ill, and the high fever did not go away, when Han Tongwen learned the news, his heart trembled, and he hurriedly rushed to Fat Man's house. When he came, Li An and Liu Keding were already in Fat Wen's house.

"How is Mr. Wen....." Han Tongwen's heart hung high, for fear of getting some bad news

"Fortunately," the cheap medicine box was placed on the table, "Lao Wen was too inattentive, and he was too tired and caused heat poison to invade his body"

"Paint, my painting..."The fat man was weak, but he still missed his painting

"You rest first, and when your injury is healed, I'm painting your broken painting," Liu Keding said, "You're going to draw your life into it."

"You know a fart..."Wen Qi'an's voice was weak, "This painting will be the most wonderful painting in the old man's life"

"I don't know what the most wonderful painting is, but I know that if you work so hard, this painting will not be finished, and your life will be over," Shi Zhongyuan said

"What kind of painting makes you miss it so much" Wu Qinghe said

"Sir, please come and see, it's this one" Han Tongwen took them to the front of the scroll, there was only one original painting, but Wen Fatzi stubbornly continued it into six. Four pairs have been completed, Han Tongwen put the scroll together, and the painting in front of him shocked everyone's hearts.

In the peach blossom forest in full bloom, more than a dozen students are studying seriously under the peach blossoms, or some people are drawing lines, or some are frowning and thinking, or some people are painting to the wonderful places and are full of energy, or there are lazy people looking around, or some people are smiling and holding the petals that are about to fall with their hands. More than a dozen people looked very different, a vivid lesson was vividly outlined under Wen Qi'an's brush, and a slightly chubby old man, dressed in a long shirt, with a belt around his waist, and a blue hairpin tied in his hair, stood beside a student, holding the right hand of the ring ruler high, pointing to the sky, as if he was wondering, and as if he was explaining, in the face of the puzzled student, he always had a tireless smile. And behind the old man in Tsing Yi is a lush mountain peak, a round of scorching sun hanging, on this picture scroll, the most attractive thing is not the glory of the mountains, rivers, sun and moon, but the fat gentleman who holds a ring ruler to teach and educate people.

Li An rummaged through Wen Qi'an's manuscript and found the remaining samples of the two pictures, one depicted a young man, looking at the student who was studying under the peach blossom with envy, and hesitated to step forward, while the other was a smug and smiling student, leaving with his head held high.

"Okay, what a painting, what is this picture called?" asked Wu Qinghe

"This painting is my lifelong dream, and it is also what I have been doing for decades, although this painting has not been painted yet, but the old man has already given a name. This name is a bit arrogant, but the old man is already a person who has walked into the coffin with half of his feet, so what if he is arrogant, this painting is called Coaching the World!" Wen Fatty's face flushed, obviously very excited

"Coach the world!"

Li An's mood is also a little agitated, these old gentlemen, teaching and educating people all their lives, spreading their ideas to generations of students, peach and plum all over the world, and these successful students are all over Datang, spreading the ideas drawn from these old gentlemen, open, inclusive, high-spirited, unyielding, let these old gentlemen plant the seeds for them take root and sprout, and then continue to sow seeds for others, they teach not only these tireless students in front of them, but also teach the entire Datang, affecting the entire Datang.

The extreme bravery, but ten thousand enemies, but the literati, with their own thoughts, can change the trend of the entire era. Xiang Yu was brave and brave, and overthrew the tyrannical Qin with the courage of ten thousand people, but in the end he could not escape the fate of Wujiang's self-slaughter, and Confucius was elegant, but he built a fortress of thought for the entire Han nation, which will never be moved.