Mo Han showed Xu Chunliang the few photos he had just taken. Xu Chunliang browsed through them and found that none of them looked good on him. He complained: "What kind of skills do you have? You can take photos of me with my appearance."
You have to be like the big horse monkey."
Mo Han couldn't help but want to laugh: "Because of the angle, it was shot from above. Besides, I don't usually take pictures of people."
Xu Chunliang waved his hand, found a location, and asked Mo Han to take two more pictures for him. Mo Han was really speechless and thought he wanted to exchange a few words with him.
Mo Han helped him take a few photos. At this time, Yan Huiyi and Jin Yonghao also climbed up, and Xu Chunliang invited them over to take a group photo.
Mo Han was completely speechless. Xu Chunliang really didn't regard himself as an outsider, but regarded her as a full-time photographer.
Yan Huiyi is also a photography enthusiast. When she saw the equipment used by Mo Han, her eyes immediately went straight. She used a customized version of the Leica M10R, which cost hundreds of thousands for the camera and lens alone.
Xu Chunliang didn't introduce him either. Yan Huiyi and Jin Yonghao thought that Xu Chunliang was a social guy who could strike up a conversation with anyone they met. Little did they know that these two people had known each other for a long time.
Yan Huiyi and Jin Yonghao didn't intend to disturb others. After taking the photos, they went to look at the scenery. Mo Han showed the photos to Xu Chunliang, and Xu Chunliang said that her photos were okay.
"If you are not satisfied, I can delete it immediately."
"No, you are better at taking pictures than me anyway. By the way, what are you doing here by yourself? There are snakes on the mountain."
Mo Han said: "You care about me!"
"You will have no friends with this attitude."
"I don't need it." Mo Han raised his head and looked at the sky. At this moment, the sky started to turn cloudy.
Yan Huiyi's voice came from a distance: "Xiao Xu, it seems like it's going to rain. Let's go down the mountain quickly."
Jin Yonghao suggested that they go down the mountain from the east slope, where the mountains are gentler and the road most commonly used by people. Mo Han climbed up from that road just now.
The four of them went down the mountain together. Before they were halfway there, a heavy rain came unexpectedly.
Mo Han was equipped with professional equipment. Not only was his jacket waterproof, but he also carried a raincoat in his backpack.
Compared with her, Xu Chunliang and the other three were in a very embarrassed state and were unprepared. In the blink of an eye, they were drenched like a drowned rat. Mo Han gave them a waterproof bag and asked them to put their mobile phones in it.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and even the mountain road could not be seen clearly. Jin Yonghao pointed to the stone house in front and suggested to take shelter inside. It would be too dangerous to go down the mountain in the rain.
When they came to the yard, Jin Yonghao shouted: "Is there anyone there?"
An old man came out with an oilcloth umbrella. He originally had a gloomy face, but when he saw Xu Chunliang, he suddenly smiled: "Director Xu, it's you!" This old man is He Shouren, He Tiantian's father. In recent years, he has
I have always lived in the mountains.
Two days ago, he accompanied his daughter and granddaughter to stay on the ship for a few days. He was mainly worried that his granddaughter's illness would recur. When he saw that she was fine, he came back immediately. He has become accustomed to living alone.
He Shouren quickly invited them into the stone house.
The two stone houses were not big to begin with, and He Shouren usually didn't feel like living there alone. But now that there were four more adults in the house, it suddenly seemed cramped and cramped.
He Shouren found a brazier, burned some charcoal fire, and asked them to sit next to them to dry their clothes.
Mo Han was fully equipped and not wet at all.
Yan Huiyi sneezed several times in succession and squatted by the brazier to warm himself up. It was really cold, and Jin Yonghao was not much better than him.
Xu Chunliang had a strong constitution and had nothing to do. He wiped his head with a dry towel.
He Shouren went to the kitchen next door to make some ginger soup for them to sweat so they wouldn't catch a cold.
Mo Han raised her wrist and looked at the time. It was now twelve o'clock at noon. She didn't know when the rain would stop. She got up and went to help.
Yan Huiyi asked curiously: "Xiao Xu, have you known each other for a long time?"
Xu Chunliang said: "Who are you talking about?"
Yan replied: "The girl taking the photo."
Xu Chunliang smiled and said, "We just met."
Jin Yonghao glanced out the window and saw that instead of letting up, the rain was getting heavier. He sighed and said, "Why did it start to rain so suddenly when it was sunny just now?"
He Shouren walked in with two bowls of ginger soup, and they hurried over to pick them up. Mo Han also brought out a bowl and handed it to Xu Chunliang. Xu Chunliang said he didn't need it.
He Shouren said: "This rain will last at least two hours. It's better to wait until the rain stops before leaving. I'll get some food and you can make do with it."
Yan Huiyi's stomach was already growling: "Then I'll trouble Teacher He."
Mo Han took the initiative to help He Shouren.
Jin Yonghao called the hospital and told them that he would go back later.
Not long after, the aroma of food came from next door. He Shouren stewed an old rooster and put some noodles on it, which are called local pot stickers. He also stewed a local three delicacies with eggplant, potatoes and beans, and also put them on the palm-sized noodles.
of pancakes.
He went directly to the table with the iron pot and said to them: "There is nothing delicious in this mountain, so you can just eat whatever you want. Please forgive me for not being polite."
Yan replied: "This is already very rich. Thank you very much, Teacher He. You are our great savior. If you hadn't taken us in, we would have frozen to death on the mountain."
Xu Chunliang smiled and said: "How can it be so exaggerated?"
He Shouren found a bottle of Yanghe Daqu and asked, "Are you guys drinking?" He didn't usually drink, and it was unknown when a relative left this bottle of wine.
Xu Chunliang said: "No more drinking. Let's eat enough and wait for the rain to pass before leaving."
He Shouren asked them to eat first, and if the cakes were not enough, they could add more.
Maybe it was because they were cold and hungry, but everyone ate extremely sweet food. Yan Huiyi felt like he was young again with this meal. He hadn't eaten such authentic ground pot dishes in many years.
He Shouren told him that the main reason was because the ingredients were pollution-free vegetarian dishes and free-range pheasants, and the cooking was done with wood and mountain spring water, so the taste could not be found in the city.
Several people lamented that although their lives are getting better and better now, the food they eat is becoming increasingly unhealthy.
Mo Han said: "Teacher He must be very familiar with the situation in Shiliang Mountain?"
He Shouren nodded. Due to the altitude of Shiliang Mountain, there are no particularly rich products on the mountain. Apart from mushrooms, the biggest specialty is mountain spring water. In the past, no one thought that mountain spring water was rare. Recently, after the water plant was built at Xianhong Farm, everyone knew about it.
It turns out that mountain spring water can be sold for money, and now even locals come to the mountains to fetch water.
He Shouren originally chose to live in the mountains for the sake of purity, but as more and more people went up the mountains, his peaceful days were also disrupted.
Xu Chunliang said that with the development of Weishan Island, it will be harder for him to find peace.
He got up and went to the wooden desk aside, on which were placed the Four Treasures of the Study, where He Shouren usually wrote.
On the wooden desk was He Shouren's copy of half of the Diamond Sutra. Because of their visit, the copy was not completed. The entire text was written in thin gold script. Xu Chunliang praised: "Teacher He's calligraphy skills are very deep!
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He Shouren said modestly: "It's just imitation."
Yan Huiyi and Jin Yonghao also joined in. Intellectuals are very interested in calligraphy and painting, especially Yan Huiyi. He usually likes to write and write, and he is also a director of the Municipal Calligraphy Association.
Yan Huiyi also started to comment. His eyesight was limited, but he could still see that He Shouren's handwriting was good. As for why it was good, that's not the point.
Jin Yonghao was more layman than Yan Huiyi. When encountering this kind of situation, his subordinates would habitually praise the leader and introduce to everyone that Yan Huiyi was a master of calligraphy and a director of Dongzhou City Calligraphy Association.
As soon as he praised him, Yan Huiyi's face naturally lightened up. Following the topic, he asked if He Shouren had joined the calligraphy association. If not, he could introduce it.
He Shouren was relatively modest, saying that his level was not enough to join the calligraphy association.
Yan Huiyi smiled and said: "Teacher He is being humble. I think your calligraphy skills are not low. You can definitely join the Municipal Calligraphy Association. I can help you introduce it."
He Shouren shook his head repeatedly. In fact, he despised organizations such as calligraphy associations from the bottom of his heart. He wrote just as a hobby and never thought about proving anything.
Jin Yonghao said: "Yan Yuan, I see there are pens, inks, paper and inkstones here. Why don't you show them to us to open our eyes."
He had good intentions and wanted to flatter Yan Huiyi, but it went too far. They were guests, and the owner didn't say anything. It was inappropriate for him to say this.
Yan Huiyi was actually eager to give it a try, so he said hypocritically: "No need."
He Shouren said: "Dean Yan, you're welcome. It's good for everyone to learn from each other."
Yan Huiyi pretended to be reluctant, but still picked up the brush. Jin Yonghao hurriedly helped him grind the ink.
Yan Huiyi said: "I usually write cursive script, so I will write a cursive script and give it to Mr. He."
Xu Chunliang looked at it and wanted to laugh secretly in his heart. What does it mean to be a master? Although He Shouren's thin gold body did not escape the scope of copying, his cursive calligraphy already had the style of a master.
You Yan Huiyi not only wants to write in cursive script, but also gives it to others. You really don’t know how much you weigh.
Jin Yonghao is even more ridiculous. I guess you have become a habit of flattering him. Yan Huiyi is about to leave, but you are still filming so hard. Can you figure out the situation before filming?
Yan Huiyi picked up the pen, closed his eyes, and concentrated his energy. Although he didn't know how well he wrote, his posture was quite good.
Yan Huiyi wrote an "Inscription on a Humble Room". The characteristic of cursive writing is that almost every word in the whole text is connected and completed in one go.
Xu Chunliang glanced at it and saw that Yan Huiyi had worked hard on cursive writing, but his writing was average. To be precise, he just got the form but not the spirit.
After Yan Huiyi finished writing, Jin Yonghao praised: "What a wonderful calligraphy! Yan Yuan, your calligraphy already has the charm of Wang Xizhi."
Xu Chunliang secretly sighed, you have to know the right amount of flattery. If you go too far, it will be shameless. Wang Xizhi is indeed a master of the generation, but Wang Xizhi is not a sage.
Yan Huiyi's calligraphy is obviously a copy of Zhang Zhi's. The biggest feature of Zhang Zhi's cursive writing is that he abandons the wild goose tail, strengthens the continuous strokes, and reduces the number of strokes.
Yan Huiyi's writing was a bit deliberate, with words connected from beginning to end, and some of the characters were so simplified that even his parents didn't recognize them.
