Chapter 662 [Pencil Meeting] (Part 1)

Zhang Yang understood that he must have performed too high-profilely in Ruilong Hotel in the morning. The incident was spread through the old white-bearded man, which alarmed celebrities in the calligraphy and painting circles in Nanwu City. There is not much difference between the calligraphy and painting circles and the martial arts circles. On the surface, these people are talking about it, but they must be dissatisfied with themselves in their hearts. Maybe they have to figure out what methods to embarrass themselves.

Yuan Zhiwu invited them into Taoranju.

There are already several celebrities from the Nanwu calligraphy and painting industry waiting in the private room. One of them is the white-bearded old man who commented on Niu Junsheng's calligraphy at Ruilong Hotel today. The old man is Xia Yanbing, the former vice president of Yun'an Academy of Calligraphy and Painting. He is very famous in Yun'an calligraphy and painting. He and Yuan Zhiwu are brothers and sisters. He also learn from the late Chinese painting master Xiao Bolong. Xia Yanbing supported Niu Junsheng in Ruilong today. He unexpectedly came Cheng Yaojin and met the young and energetic Zhang Yang. What he didn't expect was that this person

The young man not only has outstanding eyesight, but also writes beautifully. Xia Yanbing lost all face in Ruilong today. After he returned, he talked about this matter with Yuan Zhiwu. When Yuan Zhiwu heard that he was Zhang Yang, director of the Nancy Sports Committee, he naturally thought of his niece Chang Haixin who also worked in the Nancy Sports Committee, so he invited Zhang Yang over through this relationship. Xia Yanbing highly praised Zhang Yang's words, and praised him as rare in the world. Yuan Zhiwu knew that this senior brother liked to exaggerate and was skeptical about his words.

When Zhang Yang saw Xia Yanbing, he understood the purpose of this meal tonight. He smiled and nodded at Xia Yanbing and said, "Old sir, we are meeting again."

Xia Yanbing couldn't help but feel a little old-fashioned. He laughed and said, "Director Zhang, it's not a chance tonight. I heard that Dean Yuan invited you to dinner, so he volunteered to come and drink with him."

Zhang Yang smiled and everyone sat down. Yuan Zhiwu introduced several famous calligraphers and painters who came to Zhang Yang one by one. Zhang Yang was very polite, but he was not particularly interested in these people. As Yuan Fenqi said on the way, there are not many people who really do academic research in the calligraphy and painting academy now.

Because of his seniority, Yuan Fenqi took on the responsibility of pouring wine that night. After drinking a few glasses of wine, Xia Yanbing said: "Director Zhang, I heard that you are the master of Mr. Tianchi?" Because of Zhang Yang's words at Ruilong Hotel today, Xia Yanbing asked this question.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "When I was in Ruilong, I was talking and playing. Although I wanted to take him as my teacher, how could I get to the master's eyes at this level? Mr. Xia doesn't have to take it seriously."

Except for Chang Haixin, other people certainly don’t believe that Zhang Yang would have any connection with Mr. Tianchi. However, Xia Yanbing saw the character written by Zhang Yang with his own eyes today. Judging from the level of that character, Xia Yanbing sighed that he was not as good as that. He was still very confident in his personal calligraphy level. He dared not say it. Within Yun'an Province, he believed that his level was firmly among the top three. The only person who was truly convinced in his heart was his junior brother, Yuan Zhiwu, the director of Nanwu Calligraphy and Painting Academy. So after leaving Ruilong, he immediately told Yuan Zhiwu about this. What these famous artists in the calligraphy and painting industry are most interested in is their professional affairs. Yuan Zhiwu is even more obsessed with calligraphy and painting, so he arranged this dinner and used the excuse to welcome Zhang Yang. In fact, he wanted to verify with his own eyes whether Zhang Yang’s calligraphy level is really as powerful as his senior brother.

One of the people present was the boss of Tao Ranju, who was also a staff member of the Academy of Calligraphy and Calligraphy and Painting. His surname was Jiang and Fengcheng. Jiang Fengcheng suggested: "The opportunity is really rare today. Otherwise, I asked the waiter to prepare a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. After we have a meal, what will happen if we use the wine to make a pen?"

Before Zhang Yang could speak, Yuan Zhiwu nodded first and said, "Okay, let's have a writing meeting! Finch, you can also participate!"

Yuan Fenqi frowned in embarrassment. He is now focusing on Western paintings, which is incompatible with their group of people.

Zhang Yang had known that it was for this tonight, so he would not come. He felt very bored. His calligraphy was not for display in front of everyone. He didn't care about that reputation. Chang Haixin also saw that he was a little reluctant. When he was having dinner and resting, Chang Haixin whispered: "My uncle is a fool in calligraphy and painting. Just write two words casually to satisfy his curiosity."

Since Chang Haixin had spoken, Zhang Yang certainly couldn't refuse. He smiled and said, "I'm afraid that I would take out those two brushes to make a joke."

Chang Hai thought to himself: "You must do it. I have confidence in you and you can do anything well!"

Official Zhang repeated: "Can you do anything well?"

Chang Haixin suddenly understood something from his malicious eyes, and his pretty face turned slightly red and spat: "You are so bad!"

When Zhang Daguanren saw Chang Haixin's shy expression, he couldn't help but feel a sudden sensation in his heart. However, in this situation, he did not dare to flirt with Chang Haixin publicly. He cleared his throat and said, "Let's go, don't worry about my handwriting. Today I have to ask for a few calligraphy and paintings for me. I'll take it back to Nancy to give it to others."

It is said that it is a pen club, but it is actually a scene that is set up and waiting for the show. Apart from Xia Yanbing, who has witnessed Zhang Yang's calligraphy with his own eyes, no one really believes in how profound this young man can achieve in calligraphy.

Out of courtesy, Jiang Fengcheng took the stage first. After doing business, he could only be considered half a person in the calligraphy and painting world. He picked up his pen and drew a picture of flowers and birds, which won praise. Yuan Zhiwu said: "Brother Fengcheng, it seems that your former foundation has not been put down."

Jiang Fengcheng sighed: "No, my career is good at diligence and playfulness. My current level can only make me laugh. However, as a landlord, I should throw my bricks and attract jade." Cultural people are also very literary and sound very modest, but their expressions still show a bit of pride.

Yuan Zhiwu's eyes fell on his son Yuan Fenqi's face.

Yuan Fenqi understood what the old man meant, and wanted him to draw two strokes. Yuan Fenqi's head shook like a rattle: "Dad, I learned Western painting, I can't do this!"

Xia Yanbing said: "Finch, have you learned Chinese painting for ten years in the past? Just draw two strokes, let us open our eyes and see what you have learned when you came back from France."

Yuan Fenqi said: ‘I learned Western painting. Uncle Xia, I am not the same as you.”

"Art has no borders! Yuan Fenqi, just draw two strokes!" The person who spoke was Zhang Yang. This guy was afraid that the world would be in chaos, and he was mixed up with the mentality of watching the fun. Yuan Fenqi gave him the impression that he was ignorant and a gangster who was ignorant with the word "art".

Yuan Fenqi said, "Okay, I'll be ugly!" He came to the painting table and picked up the brush. From the way he took the pen, Zhang Yang saw that Yuan Fenqi was still very skilled. Chang Haixin told Zhang Yang in a low voice that her cousin started learning Chinese painting at the age of four. She had been studying for a total of ten years and had a deep foundation. Her uncle had always had great expectations for him, but when he was fourteen years old, he suddenly became obsessed with Western paintings. From then on, he threw Chinese painting aside. Later, he went to Europe to learn Western paintings, and the relationship between father and son became bad.

Yuan Fenqi started writing smoothly. After a while, he had already drawn a naked woman on rice paper. The naked woman rode on a wild beast. His brushwork had no problem and he was very exquisite ink. However, the picture was really freehand. The naked woman was all made of ink and was made of ink, and she looked like a black man. The wild beast was even more exaggerated. It was better to say that it was a wild beast, but it was written hieroglyph.

Yuan Zhiwu's face looked ugly. He really couldn't accept his son's painting. What kind of thing is it? It's so messy that it's not as good as a child.

Xia Yanbing and the seniors in the calligraphy and painting world also laughed awkwardly, and no one was embarrassed to comment. It would be really hard to say that, Yuan Zhiwu's face must be bad. You said it was OK, but you really couldn't find any advantages from this painting.

Zhang Yang stared at the painting and looked carefully. He understood it, really understood it. Yuan Fenqi was able to draw this painting, which made Zhang Daren look at him with admiration. Although he talked about several strokes, the artistic conception in the painting was fully revealed. Zhang Yang said: "Good painting!"

A sentence focused everyone's attention on him again. Xia Yanbingxin said, "You kid are talking lies with your eyes open. Is this a good thing to call you? Yuan Zhiwuxin said, are you ridiculing my son?"

Zhang Yang said: "Yuan Fenqi, you are preparing the inscription if you leave such a big blank?"

Yuan Fenqi smiled and said, "It's a pity that I can't show off my calligraphy."

Zhang Yang took a step forward, picked up the hair of the sheep, and smiled and said, "I'll match it for you!"

Yuan Fenqi took a step back, leaving room for Zhang Yang, but saw Zhang Yang concentrate for a moment, his pen was like a dragon and a snake, and a line of admirable small words appeared on the paper-

If someone is in the mountains, Xue Lixi brings a girl Luo. She is both savoring and laughing, and she admires me for being graceful;

Riding a red leopard and following the raccoon, and forming a glazed flag; being covered with stone orchids, carrying Du Heng, and breaking the fragrance and leaving behind the thoughts;

I am in the dark bamboos and I will never see the sky. The road is dangerous and difficult, and I will only come back; I stand alone on the mountain.

The clouds are in a state of darkness and darkness, the east wind is drifting with the gods; the spirits are left in a state of peace and forget to return,

After the year is still, who is the most beautiful person? I pick three beautiful people in the mountains, the stones are thundering and the genus are thriving; I blame the young master for forgetting to return,

You miss me and you will not be idle; the people in the mountains are fragrant and drank the stone spring and shaded the pine and cypress; you miss me and you wonder how to do it;

The thunder fills the rain, the chirping and the cave sings at night; the wind is rustling and the trees are rustling, I miss my son and leave me alone.

Although everyone can't understand Yuan Fenqi's paintings, everyone knows that Zhang Yang wrote this line. This is from Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs", which describes a beauty with a unique temperament. Later generations call her a mountain ghost. Yuan Fenqi's paintings should be a mountain ghost.

After Zhang Yang finished writing, he put the wolf hair aside. His calligraphy and this painting combined together produced a surprising effect. The more you looked, the more harmonious the more you looked, the more comfortable it became. Poetry, calligraphy and painting seemed to be integrated. Yuan Zhiwu saw Zhang Yang's calligraphy and finally believed what his senior brother said. The skill of this young man in calligraphy can be described by the four words "Perfect". However, even if Zhang Yang's calligraphy is so outstanding, his son's painting and his calligraphy do not seem to be inferior in the spirit. This is really strange.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Yuan Fenqi, your painting is really freehand. I have studied ancient Chinese characters for a lot of days. The elements of calligraphy have been integrated into the painting. I have seen so many paintings, and you are the first one!"

Yuan Fenqi's eyes were bright. So many famous artists present in the calligraphy and painting industry could not see what he meant, but Zhang Yang understood it. He nodded excitedly and said, "I didn't expect that you are really my confidant."

Zhang Yang laughed and said, "I left this painting behind! Yuan Fenqi, in fact, you have a strong foundation in Chinese painting. Why should you give up your strengths? I think you have a promising future in Chinese painting than Western paintings."

Yuan Fenqi said: "It's just a personal hobby."

Although Yuan Zhiwu admitted that his son's composition with pen and ink was not bad, he never thought that this painting was as exaggerated as Zhang Yang said. This novel and weird painting can only attract the attention of some young people and will definitely not be able to enter the elegant hall.

When he returned to the hotel, Li Hongyang was waiting for Zhang Yang in the room. Zhang Yang looked at it and found that it was already past ten o'clock. He asked why Li Hongyang was not sleeping, but Li Hongyang was afraid that snoring would affect his sleep, so he wanted to wait until Zhang Yang fell asleep before going to bed.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but smile and said, "You sleep with you, everyone says I've been sleeping heavily."

Because there will be a sports competition for athletes in Nancy City tomorrow, Zhang Yang suggested to rest as soon as possible. After the two turned off the lights, Li Hongyang started to snore soon. Zhang Daren tiptoed to Li Hongyang's bed, stretched out his finger and pointed at his sleepy hole, so that Li Hongyang could sleep enough. Of course, this was to prevent Li Hongyang from seeing through his movements, and he quietly slipped into Chang Haixin's room.

Chang Haixin had just finished taking a shower, and she had a premonition. Sure enough, Zhang Yang sneaked into her room again tonight. Her pretty face couldn't help but feel a little hot. She put Zhang Yang in her room, and said to Zhang Yang with a red face: "It's so late, what are you doing in my room?"

Zhang Yang said: "I can't sleep, I'll talk to you."

Chang Haixin nodded: "Sit!"

Official Zhang glanced at the bed and said, "Or why don't we lie down and talk."

Chang Haixin lowered his head and got into the quilt. Not long after, he felt that the guy lifted the corner of the quilt and got into his quilt. Chang Haixin's back looked towards Zhang Yang, and felt his arm stretching from behind to circle him. Chang Haixin reached out and turned off the bedside lamp. He heard Zhang Yang say in the dark: "Don't you blame me, right?"

"What's your fault?"
Chapter completed!