Shengshi saw that Ji Liunian and Sheng Yao were not very nervous, so he smiled in his heart.
At this time, the housekeeper came over and said respectfully: "Young Master, Master, please ask Miss Ji Liunian to go to the study."
Ji Liunian, who was next to him, could certainly hear it, so under Sheng Yao's clear view of the show, Ji Liunian looked at Shengshi.
Sheng Shi said expressionlessly: "I'll accompany her."
"Young Master, the master said that he only saw Miss Ji alone." The last three words were emphasized.
Shengshi wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ji Liunian: "Then please lead the way."
Then, she turned to Shengshi and said, "It's okay, I can."
Looking at Ji Liunian's firm attitude, Sheng Shi had to nod.
When Liunian entered the study, Sheng Weiyang was lowering his head to paint, and Ji Liunian stood quietly at the desk, waiting quietly.
"Whether to express one's feelings and minds are the beards of the green pine trees or the fragrance of peaches and plums?" Sheng Weiyang did not look up, and asked slowly for a while.
Ji Liunian was stunned. She didn't know what Shengshi's father wanted to say, but if she was clever, she would definitely not be able to avoid Shengshi's father, so she simply answered honestly: "Those who have always been ambitious are mostly reflected in the mountains and rivers.
I feel the righteousness in my heart. But I think peaches and plums are more common, but they are more prosperous, without losing their simplicity, but more friendly."
Sheng Weiyang shook his head, Ji Liunian's heart sank. Did he say something wrong?
"Come here to see the painting?" Sheng Weiyang put down the pen in his hand and said.
Ji Liunian walked over and saw a copy of Cui Bai.
She looked carefully for a long time and said honestly: "Uncle, Cui Bai's paintings are contrary to the glitzy and gorgeous style of the Northern Song Dynasty, and strive to be realistic."
"Do you know Cui Bai?" Sheng Weiyang didn't seem to know nothing about paintings, so he said tone less and softly.
Ji Liunian nodded: "I know one thing, because the clubs I joined in when I was in college were specializing in landscape painting."
"Then come and write the inscription."
"Uncle, my handwriting is not good." Sheng Weiyang's words were vivid, just like Cui Bai's original work. Ji Liunian felt that the title of his handwriting was destroying the entire painting.
"Nothing happened." Sheng Weiyang said this. Ji Liunian could only walk to the desk, pick up a little wolf's hair, dipped in ink, thought for a while, and wrote: Jinhe River has half a string of a hatred, and the clouds are flying in shock.
The sadness scattered everywhere. The moon is bright and the lonely shadow passes by, and the lights of the Changmen come several times. It is important to know that Hu cavalry are here, so how can we chase the spring breeze one by one? Don’t be disgusted with the few people in Xiaoxiang, and the water is full of wild rice and berry moss on the shore.
This is Du Mu's early swallow, and his words are tragic, complementing this picture of wild goose.
The style of Wang Xizhi written by Ji Liunian is slanted and varied, staggered and varied, and has a full range of styles. Sometimes it is implicit and sometimes its sharpness is revealed. Especially the composition, from beginning to end, the brushwork is swaying, facing, and sparse and clear, and transparent.
,The shape is broken and the meaning is connected, the aura is vivid, the wind and spirit are elegant,
It is not the small calligraphy written by ordinary girls, but it has the slightest sense of elegance and weakness.
They all have the same characters as the other person. Sheng Weiyang looked at the font on the drawing and was afraid that this girl was also an extremely proud person.
At this time, Sheng Shi knocked in and saw Ji Liunian just put down his pen, and his father's expression was a bit unfathomable.
Ji Liunian saw Shengshi come in and smiled at him. Shengshi breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that he was not embarrassed.