Chapter Thirty [Only due to being in this mountain] 2
[Asking for a guaranteed monthly ticket!]
Neither Chen Guowei nor Hong Ling had any interest in this big rock. They were already tired from walking and gasped: "Have a rest and drink some water before leaving!"
After bypassing the Gangzheng Stone, the sound of gurgling water became clearer and clearer. Looking up, I saw a small stream not far ahead. The clear stream meandered among the long vines in the dense forest and jumped among the rugged rocks.
The rapid water beat on the rocks, and white waves surged up. Wisps of fragrance came in waves with the wind. Zhang Yang looked around and saw that where the four streams flowed downward, patches of white fragrant flowers grew out of the cracks in the rocks.
The fragrance is brought out by the splashing water mist.
While Zuo Xiaoqing was taking pictures, Hong Ling and Chen Guowei were already sitting shyly on the big rocks by the stream. Hong Ling said a little shyly: "Xiaoqing, take a picture for us!"
When Zuo Xiaoqing was taking pictures, Zhang Yang came over and said unkindly: "The scenery is nice, but the people are a little shabby. How about we take a photo too? Let them see what it means to be one with nature and man."
Zuo Xiaoqing said with a smile: "Why do you think some people also belong to the category of destroying the environment, yet nature and man are one?" Her camera suddenly focused on the distance.
Zhang Yang followed her gaze and saw Chen Xue squatting quietly by the creek, holding a white fragrant flower in her hand. The petals fell from her fingertips piece by piece in the wind and landed in the creek.
The water flowed down, and there was a touch of sadness in the cold eyes, making people feel that she should belong to this empty valley.
Zuo Xiaoqing quickly pressed the shutter button and winked at Zhang Yang proudly: "Do you see, this is the harmony between man and nature."
"How do I think you were secretly photographed? Be careful if someone sues you for infringement of your portrait rights!"
Zuo Xiaoqing couldn't help laughing. Hong Ling came over and handed Zuo Xiaoqing and Zhang Yang each a bottle of mineral water. Zuo Xiaoqing took her own bottle of water and gave it to Chen Xue. Chen Xue said softly: "Xiao Qinghe
The water quality is very good, it is all collected from mountain spring water, without any pollution." She held up a stream of clear spring water in her white hands, put it to her lips and drank.
Zuo Xiaoqing followed her example and drank a sip of mountain spring water. She felt it was refreshing and sweet, and she said in surprise: "It's really sweet, much better than mineral water!"
Chen Xue showed a faint smile: "This place is far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Every plant, tree, mountain and water is not contaminated with the atmosphere of the world. The original and simple taste is the purest taste."
Zuo Xiaoqing didn't expect that Chen Xue at such a young age would actually say such unworldly words, and she couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Although Chen Xue was young, her speech and behavior revealed a maturity and calmness that was inconsistent with her age.
Together, Zuo Xiaoqing suddenly had a strange feeling, feeling that she and Chen Xue were like flowers growing up in a greenhouse and a valley respectively. The different environments created different mentalities.
After a short rest, they continued to climb towards Qingyun Peak. Although there was a road on the mountain, it was narrow and difficult to navigate. The higher they went, the more rugged and steep the mountain road became. In many places, Zhang Yang climbed up first and then dragged them up one by one.
Only Chen Xue did not need his help and still walked at the front with light steps. Everyone could feel the stubbornness and strength in this girl's bones. Compared with her, Zuo Xiaoqing and Hong Ling's physiques were obviously much worse.
Hong Ling and Chen Guowei were still at the end. They were holding a branch in their hands, and they began to feel regret in their hearts. If they had known it was so hard, they should not have agreed to accompany Zuo Xiaoqing.
Zuo Xiaoqing was also out of breath from exhaustion. Fortunately, Zhang Yang was always by her side to take care of her. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and said with a smile, "I'm so tired. I wasn't that tired when I climbed Mount Huangshan in the past."
Chen Xue said from the front: "This kind of mountain road is different from the steps. You need to have tricks when climbing mountains and learn to use force." She had climbed to the hillside above. When she looked back, she saw Zhang Yang and Zuo Xiaoqing behind her.
Less than five meters away, Hong Ling and Chen Guowei had already fallen about twenty meters. After waiting for a while, they all climbed up. Chen Xue pointed to the white stone house hidden in the woods ahead and said: "That's my grandfather's house there."
Home!"
Hong Ling looked at the small stone house in the distance that looked like a matchbox and took a breath of cold air, wailing in pain: "Let me die, I really can't walk!"
Chen Xue had already walked towards the hut. Zuo Xiaoqing patted Hong Ling on the shoulder sympathetically: "I heard that there are wolves on the mountain and they will come out when it gets dark!"
Hong Ling screamed and jumped up in fright. Chen Guowei took the opportunity to show his masculinity and raised the wooden stick in his hand: "Don't worry, I will fight back as many wolves as I have!" After all, the two of them were
Not daring to fall behind no matter what, I summoned up the remaining strength in my body and followed Chen Xue towards the small stone house.
After more than two hours of arduous trek, they finally arrived at their destination successfully. Of course, the arduous trek was only for the three people except Zhang Yang and Chen Xue. A stone staircase was built outside the stone house, and the yard was also built with stones.
, there is a huge maple tree planted in the courtyard. The warm golden sunshine in the afternoon envelopes this mountain hut, diluting its original feeling of loneliness. There is a stone table under the maple tree, and a picture is placed on the stone table.
On the rice paper, there is a poem written on it: Hold on to the green mountains and never let go. The roots are still in the broken rocks. They are still strong after countless hardships, regardless of the winds from the southeast, northwest and northwest.
The calligraphy strokes are very powerful and powerful, penetrating the back of the paper. Zhang Yang has been quite accomplished in calligraphy in the past, so he can tell at a glance that this calligraphy is definitely a rare masterpiece, and he can't help but praise: "Good calligraphy, good calligraphy!"
Zuo Xiaoqing was born in a scholarly family, and she also studied calligraphy. She couldn't help but admire this calligraphy.
Hong Ling and Chen Guowei sat tiredly on the stone pillar in front of the door, breathing heavily and not in the mood to appreciate calligraphy for the time being.
When Zhang Yang was looking around, he heard a loud voice saying: "Xue'er is back?" A tall and burly figure appeared in front of the courtyard. The person who came was none other than Chen Xue's grandfather, Chen Chongshan. He is 68 years old this year.
, with a straight back and a loud voice, his hair was all white, wearing a black jacket, carrying several turtle doves and a wild goose in his hand, which he shot down with an air gun. Behind him was a big yellow dog, that yellow dog
She was very familiar with Chen Xue, and when she saw her running over kindly, Chen Xue knelt down and stroked its ears affectionately, with a smile that melted the ice and snow on her usually cold face.
Chen Chongshan did not expect that so many people would visit his cabin, but he did not show too much surprise. In this regard, they were very similar, and they were so calm no matter what happened.
Chen Xue called her grandpa, came up to him, took the prey from Chen Chongshan's hand, and introduced to him: "They are my friends. They wanted to come to the mountains to play, so I brought them here."
Zhang Yang walked over with a smile and took the initiative to extend his hand: "Uncle Chen, my name is Zhang Yang, I am from the Family Planning Office of Heishanzi Township..."
"Well!" Chen Chongshan made a dull voice from his breath. The expression on his face could not tell whether he was happy or angry. He had no intention of shaking hands with Zhang Yang. Zhang Daguanren's outstretched hand froze in mid-air in embarrassment, but Zhang Yang
He was not angry, firstly because Chen Chongshan was older, and secondly, because he had already admired Chen Chongshan's amazing calligraphy when he saw it. In Zhang Yang's understanding, all capable people have a somewhat surly temper.
Chen Chongshan was an excellent poet and calligrapher, but he lived in seclusion in the mountains. In the Sui Dynasty, these were all hermits who had no talent. What a great talent! For those who are truly talented, Zhang Daguan's endurance is generally very strong. In front of him, it can be understood that
Cultivation.
Zhang Yang smiled politely, and then said: "Uncle Chen's calligraphy is very good, his pen is very smooth, and he has the character of Wang Youjun!"
Chen Chongshan couldn't help but take another look at Zhang Yang: "You also know calligraphy?" Zhang Yang's words really aroused his interest.
Zhang Yang smiled modestly and said, "I understand a little bit!"
Chen Chongshan narrowed his eyes. He had always been very confident in his calligraphy. As early as when he was a boy, he studied under the masters of calligraphy. In his middle age, he clearly had the style of the masters. Later, he encountered many changes in his life and suffered several ups and downs.
After suffering the blow, he decided to live in seclusion in the mountains and focus on the mountains and rivers. His calligraphy changed again. So far, his calligraphy has become unique and self-contained. Most people who really know calligraphy are confused after seeing his ink marks.
To be astonishing and respectful in words and deeds, those who dare to claim to know a little about calligraphy like the young man in front of him are either extraordinary achievers of calligraphy, or they are young and frivolous and talk nonsense. Chen Chongshan's interest in calligraphy is almost obsessed. He whispered: "Then
Come and comment on my calligraphy!"
Chen Xue sighed inwardly, this Brother Zhang is really ignorant, how can he comment on grandpa's calligraphy?
However, Zhang Yang did not feel any embarrassment at all. He smiled calmly and said: "Since Mr. Chen asked me to comment, I will boldly say a few words. Please forgive me if I am wrong." In a trance, Zhang Yang seemed to have returned to the Sui Dynasty.
When I was meeting friends through literature, my words and sentences regained the simplicity of the past. Among the people present, Zuo Xiaoqing, Hong Ling and Chen Guowei had all experienced Zhang Yang's literary style, and they all had a faint expression on their faces.
With a smile on his face, he wondered how Zhang Yang, the powerful man, was going to fool this old man.
Zhang Yang walked to the stone table, looked at the calligraphy carefully, and said in a low voice: "I just saw this calligraphy, and thought that the old gentleman was influenced by Wang Youjun in his early years, but when he looked more closely, the style he first practiced was actually different.
It is not Wang Youjun, but his predecessors Zhang Zhi and Zhang Boying. The whole text is exquisitely transformed. The style of the characters is made up of one stroke. There are occasional discontinuities, but the blood is continuous, and for those who are connected, the energy is connected to every other line!"
After saying this, everyone was shocked. The indifference and arrogance on Chen Chongshan's face all faded away, and his eyes showed excitement and enthusiasm. Although he lives in this remote mountain far away from the world, it does not mean that he has long been cut off from human life.
All the seven emotions and six desires in the world. After losing his son in middle age, he devoted almost all his energy to calligraphy. But now, even he himself didn't know what kind of cultivation he had achieved. After Zhang Yang said something, he suddenly felt like
The feeling of finding a close friend. This is not because Chen Chongshan likes flattery, but because Zhang Yang has expressed the state he wants to achieve.
Zhang Yang added: "However, the old gentleman still had compassion in his heart. In the mountains and fields, he forced himself to forget the worldly disputes and troubles, but after all, he could not completely abandon the worldly thoughts. This mood of not cutting off the chaos and returning it to chaos is reflected in the calligraphy
There is a sense of reluctance, the detachment in the mountains and the reluctance in the heart are contradictory, so although the writing power has been perfected, the writing style still lacks a smoothness."
After hearing what Zhang Yang said, Chen Chongshan nodded excitedly and laughed: "Okay! Okay! Xue'er, go cook quickly, I want to have a good talk with this little friend!" The dramatic changes in front of him made Chen Xue
Everyone else included was dumbfounded. This Director Zhang is indeed very capable. He can also use calligraphy to please people, and his ability to read people's noodles is really powerful. In fact, Zhang Daguan is really capable of this.
, During the Sui Dynasty, he also particularly liked Zhang Zhi's calligraphy, and even spent thousands of gold to buy many calligraphy treasures passed down by Zhang Zhi. Coincidentally, this old Mr. Chen Chongshan also started to learn cursive calligraphy from Zhang Zhi, so the two reluctantly
He can still be regarded as a fellow disciple. However, compared with Zhang Yang, Chen Chongshan has seen very few authentic works. Zhang Zhi's handed down calligraphy to modern times is only one "August Tie".
Seeing Chen Chongshan's admiration for him, Zhang Yang couldn't help but want to strike while the iron was hot, and flattered him: "The old man's poem is very good: He insists on the green mountains and does not relax, his roots are still in the broken rocks, and he is still strong after countless hardships."
, Let the wind blow from the southeast to the northwest! This is the portrayal of the character of a scholar! The old gentleman is so talented, so talented!" Zhang Yang was just flattering, but he didn't see Zuo Xiaoqing winking at him desperately. How did he know this?
The poem was written by Zheng Banqiao in the Qing Dynasty. Speaking of which, what the heck... when Zhang Daguan was successful, Zheng Banqiao was not born yet!
Hong Ling and Chen Guowei couldn't help laughing, and even Chen Xue had a faint smile on his face. Zhang Daguan still didn't know where he had gone wrong, and looked at Chen Chongshan strangely. The expression on Chen Chongshan's face was also weird.
Extremely, I thought to myself, this guy is not making fun of me. How could a person who was so familiar with Zhang Zhi of the Eastern Han Dynasty not know about Zheng Banqiao? I don’t believe it, even to death I wouldn’t believe it.
[There are less than 30 hours left before the end of the double monthly ticket event. Octopus urgently asks for help. Although the month-long battle has just begun, due to the double event, it can basically be said that the overall situation is almost over at the beginning of the month.
Definitely, although there are not many chapters updated by Octopus, the number of words in each chapter is quite a lot. I hope to support monthly tickets for this book. If I can add 100 monthly tickets on the current basis before twelve o'clock, Octopus will update 10,000 tickets tomorrow.
If there are 200 more pictures, Octopus will burst into 20,000 words of updates! And so on, never break your promise!] (To be continued, if you want to know what the funeral will be like, please log on to www., there are more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!)
