"Damn it, I'm quite involved in poetry, what the hell are you writing about!"
As soon as he entered the courtyard, Chen Mu saw a young man about the same age as him, pressing a scholar to the ground and rubbing him crazily.
This man has a delicate and handsome face. Although he is not tall in body, he is extremely strong and his every movement is very fast. It is obvious that this young master from the county magistrate has practiced martial arts.
As for the scholar on the ground, he gradually lost consciousness under the slaps one after another. He was definitely not dead, but he was beaten quite badly.
When he glanced at the wet pen and ink on the table, Chen Mu immediately understood why he was being beaten.
The woman's face is like a peach blossom, and the man's arrogance is high
It's love at first sight and a wonderful marriage that lasts for hundreds of years.
Seeing this mediocre and incomplete limerick, Chen Mu couldn't help but twitch at the corners of his eyes. He was afraid that this guy had thought about trying his luck beforehand, but he didn't expect that there would be such a beating waiting for him.
"Someone, throw it on the street!"
After the young man vented his anger and asked the two men to carry him out, he locked his sights on himself and immediately started to curse again.
"A bunch of bastards write random letters of recommendation, and any fucking person can come!"
I have to say that Su Luo's linen coat was really in disgrace. It was covered with mud and there were more than a dozen puddings on it.
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man walked over quickly. Chen Mu thought about the miserable situation of the two people before, and quickly bowed and said: "These clean clothes have no ink in their bellies. Why don't you let me, a beggar, give it a try?"
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As soon as the words came out, the slap that was about to be shouted down suddenly stopped: "Come here, give me a pen and ink. If you don't have any real talent and learning, I will have to knock out a few of your teeth!"
After saying that, the young man returned to the Taishi's chair and stared at him coldly.
Looking at the thick rice paper on the table, Chen Muping regained his good mood and did not rush to write. Instead, he looked at the young man and asked again: "Rong Xiaotutu, if the young master wants this painting, should he give it to the woman he likes?"
This young man's temper was too hot, and Chen Mu was really afraid that he would be offended again by this question.
But this time it was unusual. He nodded: "Yes, I have a close friend who has been pursuing a woman to no avail. I heard that poetry can touch people's hearts the most, so I thought about finding such a piece of writing for him."
After listening, Chen Mu probably understood that his friend was probably a second-generation official, probably a descendant of a high-ranking official from Ba County across the river.
The so-called best friend is just to make him appear less humble. He probably just runs errands for others and gets benefits afterwards.
This is what officialdom is like. Not only do subordinates have to flatter their superiors, but so do the children of both parties.
But since you want to please a woman, everything will be easy to handle.
At that moment, Chen Mu took out the pencil and a knife from his bag. Under the suspicious gaze of the young man, he sharpened the pencil with the knife, and then carefully sketched it on the rice paper.
When he saw this pencil yesterday, Chen Mu decided not to respond directly with poetry. After all, the original owner's handwriting was indeed not very good.
Instead, he first drew a sketch with a pencil, using a sketch that no one had ever seen before to cover up his shortcomings in calligraphy.
The requirement of youth is lovesickness, but it can be seen that the most important thing for lovesickness is separation.
Only when we are apart will we miss each other.
Therefore, Chen Mu decided to say goodbye with paintings and express his lovesickness with poems.
Drawing one stroke at a time, to be honest, I was quite nervous. Sketching is a very new thing. In my previous life, I would often start sketching to cultivate my sentiments when I had nothing to do, so I was quite proficient in it.
But after all, in classical Chinese painting, bones are painted but not shapes, so I’m afraid the ancients wouldn’t be able to accept it.
Just when Chen Mu was about to determine the proportions of the entire painting's skeleton, the young man stood up and walked slowly behind him.
He didn't know what this man's expression was, but Chen Mu couldn't help but swallowed. He was really afraid that this guy would just push him to the ground and beat him without saying a word.
"What the hell are you...?"
Chen Mu stopped writing briefly, thought for a moment and then responded: "Master, after reading this, if you really want to win a woman's heart, you must be creative."
The young man took a sip of water and nodded to himself. Although he asked for a pen and ink on paper, he couldn't help but become interested when he saw this extremely novel painting method.
Instead of using a brush to paint, with just a few strokes of the woman's eyebrow drawing pen, two extremely clear human shapes emerged.
The more he looked at the back, the more amazed the young man was. He really didn't expect that such a realistic effect could be achieved by depicting the appearance of the characters.
Looking at this sloppy scholar at this time, the young man suddenly felt that he could not recognize the real person. With this skill, he had reached the point where he could start a sect and become famous all over the world.
Even the man from Bajun would be shocked when he saw this painting.
Half an hour passed like this, and after Chen Mu finished painting the shadows and halos that the two characters should have with his slanted brush, he put down the pen.
Chen Mu has never experienced the word "parting". As for what to draw, I thought about it all night last night and decided to draw the scene at the end of Titanic where Jack bid farewell to Rose in the sea before dying.
He has watched this movie many times, so he has a deep memory of it.
Of course, in order to cater to the aesthetics of the ancients, he just imitated the artistic conception. One of the two characters is a noble-faced young man from an aristocratic family, and the other is a beautiful woman with thin lips.
The man continued to disappear while drowning in the water, while the woman screamed and howled on the wooden board.
With the rich shadow rendering, a sad and sad feeling suddenly emerges from the painting.
When the young man behind him saw this, he couldn't help but said loudly: "Wonderful brushwork, wonderful brushwork. With this painting, even a woman would have to immerse herself in the artistic conception of the painting."
Seeing that these guys started calling me sir, I really felt relieved.
"The painting expresses the meaning of separation between life and death, as long as the young master likes it."
The young man kept looking at every detail of the painting and nodded repeatedly. He was obviously very satisfied with the painting. However, when he saw the upper right corner of the painting, he wondered: "Sir, is this area too empty?
Don’t you need to draw anything?”
Chen Mu smiled and shook his head: "This is the place that really brings the whole painting to its climax."
After saying that, Chen Mu mentioned the trumpet Mao Feng beside him, and then started writing in that position.
Ten years of life and death are blurred.
If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet, we should not recognize each other.
His face is covered with dust and his temples are like frost.
When the lines of beautiful and delicate handwriting were finished, Chen Mu stopped writing. To be honest, he really didn't want to copy Su Shi's poems.
But with just one painting, it would at most make this young man look at him with admiration, but if he added such a word, the effect would be different.
The young man stared blankly at this string of unfinished notes, and murmured to himself: "In ten years, life and death are boundless. Without thinking about it, I will never forget it... Once it comes out, this paragraph will definitely become a famous sentence through the ages..."
Looking at the more than 100 people who came before, there are also many Juren, but the poems they wrote are all piled up with rhetoric and meaningless moaning. Compared with these few sentences, it is like comparing the stars to the bright moon.
Who would have thought that there is such a literary giant hidden among the people, and he is still so young, and his eyesight was really poor before.
Thinking about it, you have to make friends with this kind of people in advance. Giving someone help in times of need is kindness, and adding the icing on the cake is flattery.
After thinking for a short time, the young man bowed his hands very politely and said: "Sir, you are a master of poetry. I am Qi Zeguang. Do you know your name?"
Chen Mu expected that Qi Zeguang would win over him as soon as the poem and painting came out, but seeing the ninety-degree bow now, he didn't expect it to be so strong.
It can be imagined that this man is the son of a county magistrate, and he must have an extraordinary heart for being able to bend his back for a farmer like him.
Immediately, he helped him up: "My lord, Chen Mu, I can't bear Mr. Qi's great gift."
Qi Zeguang smiled, and then ordered his servants: "Go to the warehouse and bring out thirty taels of silver, no... bring out sixty taels."
Although he knew that Qi Zeguang was deliberately showing favor to him, he still pretended to be surprised and said: "Master... isn't it thirty taels of silver?"
Qi Zeguang took the box full of silver with a pained expression, and then stuffed it into Chen Mu's arms: "Young master's brushwork is unparalleled. I bought thirty taels for the painting, and the other thirty taels for the calligraphy, so I can make a friend."
Chen Mu hurriedly bowed his hands: "I thank you, Master. If you have the ability in the future, I will definitely repay you."
After hearing this, Qi Zeguang suddenly felt that the money was well spent. Being able to write such tragic poems is enough to prove that this person has a great education and will most likely be an official in the future.
I am also preparing to participate in the martial arts competition, so making friends with him will definitely be of great benefit to me.