"What I'm doing is just playing tricks in front of Guan Gong's gate. When it comes to being the most sophisticated person in the shopping mall, uncle, you are the number one!"
Under this compliment, Fang Wenshan was so amused that he burst into laughter. He was so happy that his mouth reached to the back of his neck.
Fang Junnan quietly gave a thumbs up beside him. Zhang Feng did such a great job, he admired him.
First, I flattered the old man and made him feel comfortable. This not only gave the old man a good impression of him, but also saved me from a lot of scolding. It seems that I brought him right here today. Hehe, he can
What a lucky star!
"Xiao Zhang, come here, come here, sit there, you stinky boy, why are you still standing there? Why don't you go to Liu's mother quickly and make me a pot of my new Jinjunmei tea Zhang."
Fang Junnan was sent down to make tea, while Fang Wenshan asked Zhang Feng to sit down quickly.
After Zhang Feng found a seat in the study and sat down, he saw Fang Wenshan pick up a piece of calligraphy written by him on the table.
"Come on, dear nephew, let's take a look at my handiwork."
When Zhang Feng went to look at it, he found that the calligraphy was actually a copy of Zhang Xu's wild calligraphy. Don't underestimate this kind of calligraphy. Those who are so arrogant that they don't understand will really think it is a ghost painting. But if you really understand calligraphy,
People will know the secret.
Fortunately, Zhang Feng had acquired the skill of proficiency in calligraphy not long ago, and now he knew the pros and cons of this calligraphy and painting clearly.
He pretended to ponder, and then said: "Yes, the wild grass that my uncle copied is indeed a rare good calligraphy, and it can be regarded as the true biography of Zhang Xu. With this skill, uncle can win over Jue."
Comparable to most calligraphy masters."
Zhang Feng calmly slapped Fang Wenshan in the face again, making Fang Wenshan laugh out loud.
"Haha, Muzan, you are really Muzan. Although I have practiced calligraphy for several years, and also practiced a lot of calligraphy and techniques of ancient famous masters, I have never been able to learn the essence of it. I only learned the form, not the form.
How dare you call yourself a master of calligraphy if you are a master of learning? You really know how to make me happy.
If my bastard boy knows half as much etiquette as you do, I will be satisfied, Xiao Zhang! From now on, you should always be with my son, teach him well, and let him learn from you. Don't spend every day
You know how to pretend to be a bird and an eagle, but there is nothing formal about it."
"Uncle, you are really ridiculous. In fact, Mr. Fang can be said to be your true successor. He is much higher than me in terms of intelligence and cooking ability. I should learn from him."
Yes, you really flatter me too much."
"Hahahaha, don't talk about this brat. Don't I know how much he weighs? Okay, okay, since you have seen the shortcomings of this calligraphy and painting, it means that you also really understand calligraphy.
How can I show my hand to my uncle?"
"No need, in front of you, uncle, I dare to try my best to do my best. Isn't that ridiculous? Forget it, I am lucky enough to be able to admire your handwriting today. I don't want to overshadow the guest.
.”
"Hahahaha, you kid is really good at talking and making me happy. Well, I won't put any pressure on you, let's just play it for fun. You can write a word and show it to me. If you don't write well,
Well, I won’t blame you, after all, you are still young, it’s time to work hard, and it’s up to us old men to do things like this kind of self-cultivation.”
Having said this, Zhang Feng knew that it would be useless to say anything more, and if he continued to postpone it, it would probably arouse Fang Wenshan's resentment. So he smiled and said: "Since the elders have a destiny,
, then I have no choice but to be respectful rather than obey orders, so I reluctantly wrote down a few words, hoping that my uncle could comment on it."
"Okay, okay, then please."
Zhang Feng walked slowly to the desk, took out a piece of good rice paper, flattened it with a paperweight, and filled the ink with the langhao brush. The temperament of him holding the pen on Lulu Shen's dantian became quiet at this moment, and the thoughts in his mind about
Various techniques of calligraphy emerged involuntarily, and looking at his appearance, he was no different from a real calligraphy master.
The next second he suddenly opened his eyes, and his pen was waving on the paper. Fang Wenshan was a little dumbfounded when he saw this scene. He couldn't help but move forward, and saw that Zhang Feng actually wrote
It’s also Kuangcao. These are the four big characters. Wealth can rival the country.
Every word is lifelike, both in terms of skill and charm, it is much higher than the words he wrote. From these words, he seems to see a kind of unrestrained arrogance, and there is also a sense of arrogance.
It's a bit of a arrogance that money is like dung. This is really a rare and good word.
If that's the case, then this calligraphy is not really a masterpiece. When he finished writing the last word, he did not put down the pen. At this moment, Fang Junnan also had someone come in with a pot of tea, and first gave him
Fang Wenshan poured a glass and then handed another glass to Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng took this expensive Song Dynasty porcelain tureen tea cup. Before opening the lid, he felt a burst of fragrance. He couldn't help but praise: "Good tea is really good tea. Good tea goes well with good words."
He put a sip of tea in his mouth, and then squirted it out under everyone's surprised gaze. The tea fell on the rice paper, which startled Fang Wenshan, and he immediately wanted to step forward to stop him.
You can't do this in this matter. You finally got such a good calligraphy and painting, how can you just watch it be destroyed?
"Hey, don't!"
But before he finished speaking, he was dumbfounded, because the word "Fu" was not damaged at all by the sip of tea. On the contrary, the ink color of the rice paper soaked in tea was enhanced and became more vivid.
At this moment, these words seemed to come alive in his eyes, floating in front of him, breathtaking.
It took him a long time to react, and then he took a breath of cold air. Today he finally knew what it means to have people outside the world, and there is a world outside the world. He originally thought that his crazy writing was good enough, and could almost compete with those people.
He is as good as the master, but today he realizes how ridiculous his idea is. Even a baby can write such good calligraphy. It can be imagined that she still has a long way to go on the road of preaching.
Need to go!
"Oh, you have good calligraphy and calligraphy, Xiao Zhang! My uncle has underestimated you. I didn't expect that you are still a master of calligraphy. Your wild calligraphy skills have even surpassed Zhang Xu, but I, who is half-assed, want to be better than you."
Showing off in front of others, it seems that I am the one who overestimates my ability and tries to do what I want."
"Hahaha, uncle, you are so polite. I just wrote it casually, it really doesn't count."
"Okay, okay, I don't mean to blame you. I am very happy to see a young hero like you today. Xiao Zhang! Can you give me this calligraphy and painting? I will find someone to frame it.
Hang it in this study, appreciate it every day, and copy it every day. I will soon reach your level."
"Haha, uncle, you are so polite. This calligraphy and painting of mine really doesn't mean anything. Since my uncle wants it, I'll give it to him."
"Okay, okay, it's really good. I want to frame it and hang it in the center of the study. Hey, that's not right, Xiao Zhang! Your calligraphy and painting seems to have some flaws."
Hearing this, Zhang Feng became interested. He wanted to hear what Fang Wenshan could say about why his calligraphy was still flawed?
"Although your calligraphy and painting is very good, it doesn't have a signature or seal. How about it? Have you brought your seal? If so, put it on it and find someone to frame it now."
Hearing this, Zhang Feng touched his head and replied with embarrassment: "I'm really sorry, uncle! In fact, I don't practice calligraphy very much. I was so bold that I dared to show off in front of you just now. In fact, there is no calligraphy in my hands.
There is no seal, which is really a joke."
"Hahaha, it doesn't matter. When the time comes, uncle, I will find a top carving master to customize a piece for you. You don't have to worry."
Speaking of this, Zhang Feng really couldn't laugh or cry. His carving skills have already reached the peak. If necessary, don't he know how to carve one directly? Why do I need to find a carving master? Even if he is the most powerful carving master in the Dragon Kingdom, come here.
He is just a younger brother in front of him.
In the end, Fang Wenshan carefully put away the calligraphy and painting and put it in the most private cabinet in his home like a treasure.
After he collected the calligraphy and paintings, he came out and asked.
"Xiao Zhang, we have always been polite and reciprocal. Since I have accepted your gift, I have to give you a meeting gift. You must accept it. Look at what I have in my house that you like.
Just take it, no matter what it is."
"Then why am I embarrassed?"
"It's okay, it's okay. Just take it if I tell you to. Even if you take more, I won't feel bad, because I'm not short of money at all."
This is indeed true, but no matter how you sound about it, it sounds like you are just pretending.
"Okay, okay, if that's the case, then I'd rather be respectful than obey. Hey, I think this picture of a lady is pretty good, why don't you just ask your uncle to give it to me, and I can take it back, and I'll be in a daze looking at this classical beauty every day!"
"Ah this..."
Hearing this, Fang Wenshan was dumbfounded for a moment. Because this painting of a lady is her favorite authentic work by Tang Bohu, and she spent more than 1 million to buy it. This money is a trivial matter, but the key is that what he really likes most is
This picture.
Fang Wenshan was so depressed that he vomited blood, but he cared about face the most. Now the words he said were like water being thrown out. He couldn't be shameless and wanted to come back. He could only look at Fang Junnan with a sullen expression on his face.
It's this brat's fault. If he hadn't lured this man back, would he have lost such a treasure?