Liu Shangzhi invited Chen Caozhi and Xu Miao went to Taolin Xiaozhu for lunch. Xu Miao went to ask his father for instructions, so he did not see the scene just now. After hearing what Liu Shangzhi said, Xu Miao said: "This is where Chu Wenbin stayed.
The school’s evil intentions are out of control. He wants to create another strong enemy for Zizhong and wants to involve Lu Qiao. He is really despicable and hateful!”
Liu Shangzhi remembered something and said: "Zizhong, didn't Ge Xianweng write two letters of recommendation for you, one to Dr. Xu and one to Prefect Lu? Why don't you go to see Prefect Lu with Ge Xianweng's letter? As long as Lu
The prefect appreciates and values you, Chu Jian, what Chu Wenbin can do to you, and the land birds will naturally not attack you."
Chen Cao said: "I want to find an opportunity to pay a visit to Lord Lu. My dear brother was promoted to a certain rank only after being appreciated by Lord Lu. It's just that he has no way to advance. It seems inappropriate to go there rashly."
Xu Miao said: "Yes, I will suspend school the next day and ask my father to take Ge Xianweng's letter to the prefect's mansion and give it to Lu Shijun. What does Zizhong think?"
Chen Cao said: "This is very good."
The three of them came to Taolin Xiaozhu. Gu Kaizhi was still lying high in the thatched cottage, and Wei Xie was walking by the stream with a stick. When they saw Chen Caozhi, they said with a smile: "Cao Zhi came just in time. Last night, I heard Liu Langjun talk about Huan Yi's gift of the flute."
I was very interested in the incident and wanted to make a painting based on it."
Chen Caozhi smiled and said, "How lucky it is that I can enter the Weishi Picture Scroll."
Liu Shangzhi said: "Master Wei looks better today. Could it be that the dry lacquer pills in the tube are still effective?"
Wei Xie then covered his heart and said in surprise: "Don't tell me that I am old, but you have forgotten that I used to feel heartache when it was approaching noon, but today I don't feel any pain -"
Before he finished speaking, the pain lurking in Wei Xie's heart and diaphragm suddenly broke out as if he was reminded, and Wei Xie's expression changed.
Chen Caozhi and the other two people hurriedly helped the Wei Association to sit down in the thatched hut. Gu Kaizhi woke up at this moment, heard the noise, and hurried over to say hello.
Wei Xie gasped for breath for a while, then gradually subsided, with a smile on his thin face, and said: "I can't say, it started as soon as I said it, but it seems to be shorter than before, and the pain is not that severe."
Gu Kaizhi said happily: "Master Wei just took five pills and it started to work. From now on, if you take fifty pills a day, your heart disease will be cured sooner."
Everyone laughed.
Seeing everyone laughing at him, Gu Kaizhi scratched his head and said, "You can't serve more, right? I thought Han Xing would have more soldiers, the better."
Speaking of painting, Chen Caozhi said to Wei Xie: "Cao Zhi wants to learn painting from Master Wei. I wonder if Master Wei is willing to accept another disciple?"
Wei Xie looked at Chen Caozhi with a smile and said: "I only have one disciple so far, and that is Kaizhi——"
Gu Kaizhi said: "Master Wei once said that you should not be careless in making friends, and you should not be careless in teaching disciples. The art of painting is not as good as the Confucianism taught by the classics. Everyone can learn it. Learning painting requires talent. Does Brother Zichong have any painting talent?
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Chen Caozhi asked: "How was Brother Changkang's talent for painting discovered by Master Wei in the first place?"
Gu Kaizhi said proudly: "I was able to recite poems at the age of seven and compose poems at the age of eight. When I was nine, my father invited many painters to teach me, but I drove them away one by one. It's not that I don't respect teachers, but
It was those painters who were not qualified to teach me. It was not until the eighth day of April when I was eleven years old that I saw the "Seven Buddhas" painted by Master Wei for the Jinling Buddhist Temple for the first time. I exclaimed that Master Wei was here. Master Wei saw me.
I immediately agreed to accept me as my disciple - Master Wei. What the disciple said was not an exaggeration, right?"
Wei Xie nodded with a smile and said to Chen Cao: "My master Cao Cao is not happy, and I am the only disciple. Now that I am old, I have no energy to teach more disciples. I hope that my little friend Cao Cao will not be disappointed. "
Chen Cao said: "I just like calligraphy and painting, but it is enough to ask the master Wei to allow me to watch while he is painting."
Gu Kaizhi said with a smile: "Allowing you to watch is equivalent to accepting you as a disciple. Master Wei, please let Zizhong try a few strokes to see if he has any painting talent, okay?"
Wei Xie agreed, and Gu Kaizhi immediately ordered the boy to bring in pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Chen Caozhi looked at the brush and found that it was a special brush. He didn't know what kind of brush was used. It was sharp and thin, so he said, "Please ask Wei Shi to come up with a title."
Wei Xie pointed to the peach tree facing the thatched cottage and said, "Let's sketch this peach tree to see if you have any talent for learning painting."
When Chen Caozhi was painting peach trees, except for Wei Xie who was sitting still, Gu Kaizhi, Xu Miao and Liu Zongzhi all stood behind Chen Caozhi, watching how Chen Caozhi painted.
Gu Kaizhi smiled at first, his eyes widened very innocently, thinking that Chen Caozhi's writing style was unfamiliar, he couldn't grasp the weight of the strokes well, the lines were blurred, and it seemed to be intentional. It was really ridiculous.
But as he continued to draw, Gu Kaizhi noticed something strange. The peach tree painted by Chen Caozhi looked very similar. It was as if it had been shrunk and moved to the drawing paper. The knots and branches of the tree were all detailed -
Gu Kaizhi turned around and called: "Master Wei, please come and see." He went over and helped Wei Xie over.
Wei Xie squinted his eyes and looked carefully at how Chen Caozhi was writing. He was quite surprised and asked, "Who did Caozhi learn painting from before?"
Chen Cao said: "I have never studied. I just like landscapes, flowers and trees, and I paint them for fun."
Wei Xie said nothing and waited quietly for Chen Caozhi to finish painting the peach tree. Then he took the painting, spread it out in front of his knees, and asked Gu Kaizhi: "What do you think of Cao Zhi's painting?"
Gu Kaizhi said: "The brushwork is very strange. It has never been seen before. It can be said to be a weird talent."
Wei Xie nodded and said: "It's indeed very strange. The brushwork looks like Fei Bai instead of Fei Bai. It's very unique. However, if you want to take me as your teacher, then I have to say that you can draw without a teacher." At this step, you are a genius, but if you continue to paint like this, you will no longer be a painter, but a painter. Painters pay attention to style, strength, and spirit, while painters only seek resemblance in form and keep it in mind."
Modern Chinese painters have looked down on Western paintings for a long time. Chen Caozhi did not dare to argue, but Wei Xie had already expressed in his words that he was willing to accept him as his disciple, and he immediately knelt down to pay homage to Wei Xie.
Gu Kaizhi was so happy that he even called Chen Caozhi his junior brother. In fact, in terms of age, Gu Kaizhi was only fourteen years old. The Gu family was the top family in Jiangdong alongside the Lu family, but apart from being crazy and crazy, Gu Kaizhi was not like a land bird at all. Arrogance is just naivety, ignorant of worldly affairs, regardless of superiority or inferiority, and loves to laugh the most.
Xu Miao suddenly said: "Oops, it's past time now, daddy is going to give a lecture on "The Classic of Filial Piety"."
The three of them had no time to sit and chew slowly. They took some noodles and ate a few pieces in a hurry. When they hurried back to the Xu Academy, as soon as they sat down, Dr. Xu Zao walked up to the pavilion.
Neither Lu Qin nor Chu Wenbin came to listen to the "Book of Filial Piety" in the afternoon, nor did they come to listen to the "Zhuangzi" in the evening.
It was already the beginning of the night after classes were over, and students living in the city were returning to the city one after another. It was raining lightly at this time, and those pampered gentry children couldn't help but complain, saying that Dr. Xu was unreasonable, so why not write "Zhuangzi" We talked about it together in the afternoon, but made them run three times a day. It was just deliberately making things difficult!
Liu Shangzhi said goodbye to Chen Caozhi and was about to return to Taolin Xiaozhu, but he saw Gu Kaizhi jumping out of an oxcart and shouting: "Junior brother Caozhi, the guard wants to see your Keting flute, and is going to draw Huan Yi to present the flute to you." Come with me to tell your story, and rest there with me at night."
Chen Caozhi went to inform Dr. Xu and brought Ran Sheng, Gu Kaizhi, and Liu Shangzhi to Taolin Xiaozhu. Wei Xie was waiting for them under the lamp.
A few people sat down, and the Gu family's servant offered fragrant tea. Wei Xie asked Huan Yi in detail about the details of the flute that day and the surrounding scenery. Then he closed his eyes and thought, and murmured: "Fenglin Ferry - Keting Di - - The black-topped boat—Huan Canjun—the flute-playing boy—Qiantang River—the setting sun—Wuling—"
While Wei Xie was talking about it, he dozed off.
Seeing Chen Caozhi's surprised look, Gu Kaizhi blinked, smiled, and whispered: "That's what Master Wei is like. Every time he wants to paint, he becomes extremely sleepy. It seems he won't wake up until noon tomorrow." He asked the boy servant to help Master Wei. Go and rest.
Chen Cao said: "Since the guard is asleep and it's not yet late, I'll go back to school."
Gu Kaizhi hurriedly stopped him and said, "It's cold rain outside. You and I, our fellow disciples, can hold a candle and talk at night."
Liu Shangzhi saw something bad and ran away quickly. Gu Kaizhi ignored him and talked about calligraphy and painting with Chen Caozhi. As the night went deeper, Gu Kaizhi became more interested in talking and started to recite hundreds of poems he had written since he was seven years old. Four-character poems, five-character poems, chanting endlessly in Jinling dialect.
Chen Caozhi asked: "Changkang, why don't you learn Luo Shengyong?"
Gu Kaizhi said disdainfully: "What Luo Shengyong? The old maid's voice is extremely unpleasant to hear."
Gu Kaizhi had such arrogant qualifications. Chen Caozhi clapped his hands and praised him, and Gu Kaizhi became even more energetic, chanting loudly and tirelessly late into the night.
Chen Caozhi was thinking about going to the school to attend lectures tomorrow and wanted to take a rest, but Gu Kaizhi held him back, saying that he was very popular in poetry and Cao Zhi's junior brother could not dampen his elegance.
Chen Cao said: "In the cold night of early winter, I went into the bedroom and sat down with my arms around the quilt. Changkang chanted here. I listened in the other room and praised it all the time. How about it?"
Gu Kaizhi agreed and continued to recite poems with great interest. Chen Caozhi came to the adjacent room, spread out the quilt, and said to Ran Sheng: "Xiao Sheng, you can go to bed tomorrow morning, stay up now, or give me a round of applause."
Chen Cao slept until dawn, and when he woke up, he heard Ran Sheng praising: "Wonderful!"
Gu Kaizhi, who was in the next room, his voice slightly hoarse, said: "Zizhong, you are really my best friend. I have had so much fun this night. I will go to sleep and sing some other time."
