The only few calligraphers with a slightly impression of their names is that the education I received in the past was a high starting point and took Yan Zhenqing as his idol to fight. Therefore, these calligraphers are really not familiar with them, so there is no way to know whether their works are authentic.
Among these calligraphy and paintings, the ones that I admire are "Preface to the Lanting Collection" and "Declaration". It seems that the original works are not easy to make these days. Think about it, it would be strange if the masters saw the calligraphy works of these people at a large amount of money to buy them back and appreciate them, or show them to others. How could they keep the original works in such a black shop?
Just as I was tasting and appreciating, a middle-aged man with long beards and looked like he knew that the shopkeeper had already walked to me and said to me with a pleasant smile. "I have seen this young man. I wonder if he is visiting this store to find pen, ink, paper and inkstone, or would he choose some things for copywriting?"
He was talking, but his eyes kept staring at the folding fan in my hand. It seemed that this old guy had a very vicious eyes, not a kind person. Think about it, what kind of good bird can be the one who can preside over the overall situation in the black store? Maybe this is the first shot of this famous black store in Luoyang, the eastern capital of the Sui Dynasty.
"Do you have a painter here who is good at painting plants and trees?" I slapped the folding fan, then patted it in my palm, continued to look at the shop, and asked casually with a very hungry look.
"Young Master, you have asked the right person. The shop enshrined several painters in Luoyang, the eastern capital, but they are all considered this..." The shopkeeper raised his thumbs at me. "Dare you ask the young master who is looking for a painter, what do you mean?"
"I want to find a master with superb skills and ask him to paint a painting on this fan, in order to match the poems on this fan." I smiled indifferently, and then seemed quite careful, as if I was guarding against a thief, handed the folding fan in my hand to the shopkeeper's fat hand.
It seemed that this guy didn't know much. He held it in his palm and looked around and didn't know how to open it. He could only pick up his four fingers and force it. With a swish, the folding fan was perfectly unfolded again. Don't underestimate this action. This was because after enjoying the performances of the gentle beasts, he left a strong impression on me. So he went home and bought a folding fan. He practiced hard for one or two nights before he could have such a chic opening action.
"This... I dare to ask this young master, I don't know which calligraphy master is on this fan?" It seems that the old shopkeeper is also a calligraphy connoisseur. After seeing the young master's handwriting on the fan, the eyes that were originally squinting because of a smile suddenly became like a goldfish with a big eyebrow.
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At this time, it turned out that a middle-aged man who came here, who seemed to be buying calligraphy and paintings and returning home to fill his house to fill his house, also came over. His eyes fell on the fan of my young master. After seeing the poem on the fan, he first looked confused, and then shook his head and chanted in a low voice: "The bright moon is born on the sea, and the world is at this point. My lover complains about the long night, and he still misses him in the evening. He has a pity for the light, and he feels full of clothes. He is not worthy of giving it to him. He is sleeping and dreaming of a good time..."
When he heard him reciting the poem, the financial owners who were originally scattered in this black shop had already surrounded him at any time. All of them were dull and their eyes were straight. One of them was holding a Chow Chow, and the old man in the 70s had almost stood his eye beads on the fan.
"Such a good sentence, I wonder which famous calligraphy is the work of a famous master who has never been born?" The old man, who was about 70 years old, raised his head for a while and looked at me seriously. I have to say that this old man has a strong aura, thick eyebrows and eyes, and although his beard and hair are white, he is full of energy. He is completely like he can jump up and play with a knife at any time. However, the fat and fat in his hand, the golden Chow Chow, which frequently sticks out his tongue and sways his tail, really destroys the overall image of the old man.
And he must have been in a high position for a long time, because he spoke very kindly, and behind him, there were four people standing solemn and full of energy. The four people, except for the two who were close to me, were looking around without any slacking off. They looked like four senior bodyguards, at least at Zhongnanhai level.
Compared with them, Li Yuanfang, who stood behind my butt, although his body threatened more than the previous four, was beyond his grin and looked at things, he was really incomparable.
"My father-in-law praised it, this is just a game for the younger generation." I saluted the old man and said calmly.
As soon as he said this, the old man seemed to have a handful of peppers thrown into his mouth, and he breathed violently, staring at him like a goldfish hanging from the fishing line.
The audience next to them also had the same expression, all of whom were full of disbelief, just like a group of poor people who saw their accomplices around them turned into tall, rich and handsome.
"This, this... how is it possible?" The shopkeeper grinned like a high-speed rail tunnel, stuttering.
"The structure is square and dense, the strokes are light and the vertical and the strokes are heavy, the brushwork is strong, round and thick, and the momentum is solemn and majestic. How could this achievement be achieved in this way in thirty or fifty years? I don't believe it." After taking a few deep breaths, the old man rolled his eyes, his eyes shone brightly, and his momentum suddenly increased, as if he had even become taller.
"Young man won't lie." I looked at this old man calmly. Anyway, I even call him brothers and brothers when I saw the future Emperor of the Tang Empire. Are you still afraid that you will not succeed? Besides, doubting my character is really annoying. Is there no child prodigy in this world? Are young people not allowed to have maturity and achievements beyond his age? Although I am over forty years old, now, I can touch my pink and white face and proudly tell everyone that I am a beautiful and sexy man, uh, a versatile, talented and unparalleled young man.
"Who is you, dare to deceive my king like this..." Hearing my words, the old man had not opened his mouth yet. The bodyguard next to him, who was nearly 40 years old, glared at him, pressed the handle of the knife on his waist and yelled. However, the old man raised his hand and asked him to swallow the lower half of the words. Well, it seemed that he was very unhappy to swallow. He choked and coughed several times. He deserved it!
"Woom!" I was dizzy, and the bodyguard shouted out loud. The Chow Chow next to the old man's butt started to yell in cooperation. His tail was shaking quickly. No matter how you look, it didn't seem like a dog dependent on people's power, but it seemed like he was trying to please. It seemed that this dog was also a harmonious dog that only wags his tail and is willing to be happy. He wanted peace and not to fight.
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Chapter completed!