Lu Wuya looked at each other blankly: "Weng Shen, who is this He Baichuan?"
With a heavy smile on his face: "Weng Lu, have you forgotten what the singer sang just now?"
Lu Wuya suddenly realized: "Oh, it's him! I've long heard that He Baichuan is the most famous poet among the younger generation of literati, and has the best poetry theory. I didn't expect that the painter can be so expressive. It's really rare!"
He stroked his beard heavily and smiled without saying a word.
Although the conversation between the two of them was not loud, it was still heard by some literary talents.
These two people are leading figures in today's Gangneung literary and painting circles, and the comments just made will undoubtedly influence the entire direction of the Poetry Society.
Even if some intellectuals are dissatisfied, they can only mumble.
The paintings and calligraphy that had not yet been viewed were passed on one by one.
Suddenly, Lu Wuya's eyes fell on a piece of paper that was not very big, and his eyes lit up, as if he had seen a rare treasure.
Shen Zhong followed his gaze and saw that he had never seen this kind of painting before.
In the painting, a girl is sleeping at her desk, with every strand of hair showing. The artist does not know what technique he used to vividly express the sensuality on the girl's face.
There was even a drop of water hanging from the corner of her mouth, which made her even more naive and charming, and her delicateness was staggering.
"This...this...is this painted with charcoal strips?" Lu Wuya breathed heavily and his voice trembled.
After all, I am a painter, so I immediately recognized the tools for painting.
"The resemblance... is so similar, it's like seeing the same person, it's like seeing the same person... Take a look, who painted this?"
When he was excited, he walked around to the desk, snatched the painting over, and looked at it as if he had found a treasure.
The lines are both hard and soft, and the characters are vivid, lifelike, and lifelike. The old man was actually fascinated by it for a moment.
Then, I saw him lowering his head and twirling his fingers, as if he was calculating something.
Suddenly he closed his eyes again and kept mumbling in his mouth. Then he opened his eyes again and looked left and right. His right index finger was hanging on the paper and he was making gestures and mumbling.
"It should be from this angle, oh, the shadows here are so wonderful..."
"No, it seems that this cannot be drawn like this..."
Zhong Shen suddenly understood that he knew this old friend too well. Lu Wuya was a veritable painting madman who didn't care about anything except caring.
At this time, Lu Wuya should be imitating the painter.
Lu Wuya comes from a well-educated family, is highly talented, and is proficient in all kinds of painting techniques.
However, Shen Sheng soon felt that something was wrong. Lu Wuya's brows were furrowed and sweat was dripping from his forehead. His expression looked like he had encountered a huge problem.
"Weng Lu..." Zhong Zhong felt a little uneasy in his heart.
After calling seven or eight times in a row, Lu Wuya came back to his senses. He looked like he was just recovering from a serious illness. His energy level was extremely low. He tremblingly grabbed his heavy hands and said, "Mr. Shen, please do me a favor. Please help me find out who painted this painting! I want to meet him!"
Lu Wuya didn't dare to speak to him easily, but he didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly sent someone to ask.
He temporarily helped Lu Wuya return to his seat, then picked up the painting and saw four lines of small words written on it——
"The night is long and I can't sleep, how bright the moon is. I want to hear the call, but I answer the promise in the air."
The syntax is simple, like the autumn moon over the clear river, clear and perceptible, with a long aftertaste!
"Good poem, good poem! But it is a little inconsistent with this painting. I can't sleep for a long time? The woman in the painting has obviously fallen asleep..."
One of him and Lu Wuya paid attention to the poem, and the other to the painting itself. No matter where the focus was, they both had a great interest in the author of the poem and the painting.
Lu Wuya kept rubbing his hands and glancing around, hoping to see the painter next moment and have a good discussion with him about his painting skills.
The unusual behavior of the two old men was noticed by the literati, so the painting naturally attracted much attention.
Of course, they hold different attitudes.
Some people think that the theme of this painting is clear, the painting is exquisite, the things are vivid, and the images are lifelike.
"Wonderful, today is really an eye-opener. This trip is worthwhile and worthwhile!"
Others dismissed the painting.
A scholar shook his head and said: "Although the artist of this painting is amazing, it is only eye-catching and cannot be considered elegant."
Unexpectedly, these words reached Lu Wuya's ears, and the old man immediately blew his beard and glared: "Shuzi, how can the subtlety of this painting be evaluated by an ordinary person like you!"
Shen Sheng hurriedly waved his hand to the scholar who was blushing at the scolding, signaling him to leave quickly and not to offend Lu Wuya.
This old man is a painting fanatic. Once you anger him, he doesn't care who you are or what descendants you have. He will always show no mercy to you.
The heavy family members asked around in the hall, but could not find the person who painted the painting, so they came back sweating profusely.
Lu Wuya was so anxious that he fell on the table and shouted loudly.
In fact, most of the celebrities in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties were addicted to alcohol and debauchery. They wore their hair bare, squatted naked, howled and sang, dressed in strange clothes, shaved their faces in lavender, and applied powder and vermilion. Famous and natural."
If translated into vernacular, it means that morality and ethics are nothing, we want people to be independent and have freedom of individuality!
Compared with this, Lu Wuya's behavior is really nothing, it can be considered quite restrained.
Zhong Zhong knew Lu Wuya too well. He was afraid that he would go crazy if he couldn't find that person again. He said to his family in a deep voice: "You all go, look for him again, ask again, I won't believe it anymore, I can't find this person!" ”
The family members dispersed with sad faces. Many of the literati around them were serious students. Even if they did not have the friendship between masters and disciples, they still wanted to curry favor with this literary giant in Jiangling, so they joined in the search for someone. Among the ranks.
The hall immediately became chaotic.
There are many talented people in Jiangling City, and everyone knows how much they weigh. As soon as this painting came out, the talented people felt that something was wrong.
I have never seen such a painter before.
He pulled Lu Wuya's sleeves hard and tried to persuade him: "Weng Lu, come down here and I will definitely help you find that person!"
But Lu Wuya didn't listen at all, and continued to jump on the table and shout. The originally good wine and food were trampled by his bare feet, leaving the cups and plates in a mess, which made Shen Sheng feel helpless.
Suddenly, he had an idea. He had to use painting to deal with the painting obsession, and he hurriedly waved to someone to bring over the next painting.
Not long after, the two boys unfolded a landscape painting in front of them.
"Weng Lu, take a look, take a quick look, how does this landscape look like?" Looking at Lu Wuya's crazy look, he felt heavy and unsure, so he could only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.
Lu Wuya just glanced at the painting, and then he stepped on the air and fell off the table. He was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat...
This chapter has been completed!