Looking at Xue Xiang's hesitant and undecided appearance for a long time, the possibility that this is an ancient calligraphy and painting is almost certain. Su Xiaohe cannot let Hu Xiangyu get this advantage.
Sure enough, when Su Xiaohe opened her mouth, Hu Xiangyu stared at her, but Su Xiaohe was not afraid of her at all, and looked over with a smile on her lips;
But when Su Xiaohe made such a fuss, someone immediately came back to his senses and clamored to participate in the bet.
Hu Xiangyu had no choice but to watch as the cake that reached her mouth was divided into several points.
Then, full of anger, she rushed towards Xue Xiang, shouting at the top of her lungs: "Let's go!" [
Xue Xiang sneered in his heart. He had been waiting for a long time, not only waiting for this moment, but also waiting for these flies to gather together before taking action.
At this moment, he stopped talking nonsense and quickly walked to the long marble dining table in the living room. He shook off the dustproof cloth hanging on the sofa that he picked up on the way, spread it on the long table, and then put the snow-white scroll aside.
on it.
When Xue Xiang made a move, Hu Xiangyu, Su Xiaohe and other gambling participants gathered around and crowded at the front.
Su Yandong, Su Yundong and other serious people also gathered around.
But when Xue Xiang untied the rope, fixed the left horizontal axis with his left hand, and slowly released the scroll to the right with his right hand, in a moment, a rich and splashing ink color appeared.
As Xue Xiang's right hand slowly moved, the ink on the rice paper revealed its true appearance, which was exactly a piece of calligraphy.
"What is this written about?"
Hu Xiangyu couldn't help but ask. This person was not well educated. Naturally, he didn't know a word of the cursive script that appeared on the rice paper, which can be said to be the most difficult to decipher in calligraphy.
At this moment, Su Yandong read this wild grass: Qinyuan Spring, the scenery of the North, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only the vastness remains, the river up and down, suddenly lost its torrential force. The mountains are dancing with silver snakes. Yuan Chi
Wax figure..."
Su Yandong was reading this cursive script with almost a trembling voice. Everyone's attention was on this cursive script, but no one noticed that Su Yandong's face was already red when Xue Xiang unfolded the scroll.
.
At this moment, after seeing the true face of the handwriting, Su Yandong's flushed face suddenly lost all color. It seemed that he was using all his strength to support the most difficult recitation in the world.
However, as soon as the sound of Su Yandong's recitation was heard, Hu Xiangyu, Su Xiaohe and other gamblers showed deep disappointment on their faces.
Obviously, they knew that they had lost. After all, no matter how low their education levels were, they knew that Su Yandong was reading one of the leader's most famous poems. Back then, reciting the leader's poems was a political task, and now they can understand it by ear.
Since it is the work of a leader, it is natural that the handwriting is ancient calligraphy and painting. After all, no matter how talented the ancients were, they could not steal the work of the leader.
Since it is not an ancient calligraphy and painting, they naturally lost the bet. The faces of these people showed disappointment, not because they were worried about losing money later. After all, a modern work is worth a lot. It cost a hundred and eighty yuan, let alone
With so many people sharing it equally, even if one person is fully compensated, it’s not a big deal.
What they were disappointed with was that they had lost face in front of others and failed to gain any wealth. It could be said that they lost both the people and the battle.
Just when this group of people thought that the worst outcome had been reached, as Xue Xiangzheng's right hand continued to move, the wild cursive calligraphy gradually appeared in its entirety, and Su Yandong's recitation could catch up with Xue Xiangzheng's big hand when opening the scroll.
"...It's all gone, let's count the famous people, but also look at the present day. Yisi year, Yiyou month, Dingchou day, Zhu Jian... Tongwu... my brother Songhe Yannian!"
A piece of cursive script can only hold over a hundred words. After Su Yandong finished reading it, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his whole body was dripping with sweat, soaking through his undershirt.[
Because when Xue Xiang unfolded this scroll, he had already guessed who the author of this handwriting was, but he didn't believe that this thing would be handed down in the world, and left it in his home, waiting to read the whole text, especially the full poem.
The congratulations at the end, as well as the seal that the party simply left his name on, the origin of this handwriting, if you question again, it is the great leader!
Because Su Yandong has calculated that the year of Yisi, the month of Yiyou, and the day of Dingchou are exactly September 20, 1965, and that day is the sixtieth birthday of his father, Mr. Su. It is easier for my brother Jiantong to explain.
Yes, his father's surname is Jiantong.
And because Su Yandong's grandfather was the leader's teacher when he was studying at the Fourth Normal University in southern Hunan, and later his grandfather also participated in the Long March at an advanced age, therefore, his father and the leader came from the same school, and they had similar spirits and similar hobbies, which was rare.
of close friends.
When his old father celebrated his sixtieth birthday, it was only natural that the leader would congratulate him with the most proud work of his life.
Apart from the evidence of calligraphy and congratulations, the most powerful evidence is the seal with the leader's full name, because Su Yandong is very familiar with that seal. It was the calligraphy master and epigraphy master Deng Sanmu who made it for the leader.
Fang Longniu seal.
Moreover, when Deng Sanmu made this seal, he also visited Su Yandong's grandfather. Su Yandong was present at the time and saw the Fanglong Niu seal with his own eyes.
But he said that just when Su Yandong was lost in thought, Hu Xiangyu yawned and was about to ask Xue Xiang how many yuan and cents he wanted her to accompany him. He wanted to see how embarrassed Xue Xiang was to say this!
From this it can be seen that this Aunt Hu is simply a mad dog and a mangy dog. At this moment, she has completely lost, and she has not forgotten to make things difficult for Xue Xiang.
But before Hu Xiangyu could speak, Su Yundong on the side asked with a trembling voice, "Brother, this, is this handwritten by Chairman Mo?"
Although Su Yundong was not as good at calligraphy as Su Yandong, he was not stupid either. The word "Jiantong" had already aroused his suspicion. After careful identification, he also recognized the three large official script characters in the seal, and then he exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes, this is a poem written by the leader himself and given to my father on his sixtieth birthday seventeen years ago. My father kept it secret so tightly that even I didn't know it existed!"
Su Yandong gave an affirmative answer.
Yes, this is the most proud work of his life written by the great leader himself.
Previously, in the study, Mr. Su took out this calligraphy treasure and showed it to Xue Xiang. Xue Xiang was stunned!
To be more specific, Xue Laosan was a half-hearted calligraphy enthusiast in his previous life. Presumably, the origin of calligraphy is not that he was a scholar-bureaucrat who had no ambitions. The only thing he could do in his spare time was to practice calligraphy. You practice, I practice, and that’s how I got it.
An art?
In his previous life, he, a clerk at Xue University, was depressed and frustrated. When he was working hard on the bench in the Party History Office, apart from focusing on chess, he only practiced calligraphy.
Although he may not have achieved much success in calligraphy, he can be regarded as a pretty good calligraphy enthusiast. He can identify the quality of calligraphy and is familiar with the works and styles of famous calligraphers of the past dynasties.
And because of his admiration for the late leader, he loved the leader's wild grass all over the house, and it could be regarded as Xue Xiang's favorite.
To this day, Xue Xiang still remembers the evaluation of the leader's cursive calligraphy by Lao Wang, the department's master calligrapher at that time: it is wild and unrestrained, full of ups and downs, full of passion and rationality, rigorous in law, magical in lettering, handsome and elegant, and writing like a god.
It has strong visual beauty.
And he himself had indeed seen the leader's crazy comments on the Internet. As soon as Mr. Su took out this work today, Xue Xiang was stunned. He almost didn't need to look at the bottom inscription to see the words "Open Tian'an Horse" that came to him.
The majesty of "Qi Yi Ren Zhong Long" proves everything.
Xue Xiang loves calligraphy and is better at reading poems and lyrics, and the poem "Qin Yuan Chun" is one of the countless poems he loves very much. What's even more rare is that this poem was written by the leader in his most proficient cursive. It is exquisite
With good words, exquisite calligraphy, and the powerful aura of the leader himself, this piece of calligraphy is unparalleled. As soon as Mr. Su displayed it, he immediately captured Xue Xiang's soul.
In his mind, the jade seal passed down from the country and the picture of Riverside Scene during the Qingming Festival were no match for this calligraphy.[
At that time, Xue Laosan had made plans to get this calligraphy, whether by asking his wife to come to the old man to show off his love, or by exchanging his own collection for it.
Unexpectedly, Xue Xiang suddenly had an idea, and the old man actually said that this painting and calligraphy was given to him as a wedding gift to him and Su Meiren!
Isn’t this a blessing from heaven!
At that time, after getting this treasure, Xue Xiang had one thought, hurriedly had lunch and asked Sumei to go home so that he could keep this treasure properly.
Unexpectedly, when he reached the lobby, he was stopped by Hu Xiangyu, who had red eyes, and insisted on seeing the true appearance of this calligraphy treasure.
If it were anyone else, Xue Xiang would either ignore it or get angry and deal with it cleanly, but this Hu Xiangyu was someone he could not forcefully offend.
What’s more, in just two meetings, he has figured out Hu Xiangyu’s temperament and knows that she is a candy that cannot be shaken off. If she is not allowed to meet him, he will not be able to get out of this old man today.
The front door of the Su family.
But Aunt Hu has made it clear that she is a person who doesn't like other people's good fortune. If she saw that Mr.
Therefore, on the one hand, Second Aunt Hu insisted on seeing the calligraphy treasure, and on the other hand, Xue Xiang absolutely did not want her to see this treasure. Immediately, Xue Xiang was faced with a dilemma.
What's even more difficult is that when dealing with Aunt Hu, he, Xue, can't use force. In addition, he has to control the impact of the conflict so that Aunt Hu won't use the topic to make trouble for Mr. Su.
Considering all the above difficulties, the only way to break the situation is to squeeze Aunt Hu first, and then freeze her with cruel facts.
It should be said that the more difficulties Xue Laosan encountered, the more sensitive his brain became after being tempered again and again. In almost a moment, he thought of a way to deal with it.
No, he only lightly used the two strategies of "showing the enemy weakness" and "introducing the emperor into the throne", and Hu Xiangyu and the others jumped in obediently.
At this moment, when Su Yandong told the origin of this calligraphy, Xue Xiang's eyes were fixed on Hu Xiangyu's face, waiting to see how Aunt Hu would compensate. (To be continued...)