"What a rooster and the world is white! This originally mediocre painting shines brightly because of your words."
Someone applauded and praised.
Zhang Zhong listened to the voice coming from behind and found it funny. This man was so loud that he actually said that such a painting was mediocre.
When he turned around to look, he was stunned. He knew the person who spoke.
In fact, it's not even acquaintance, but we met once in Jiangyang before.
"Dean He?" Zhang Zhong said slightly surprised.
He Ruchu was a little surprised when he heard the young man in front of him calling him, "Do we know each other?"
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "I was lucky enough to meet him once in Jiangyang before. Dean He is so busy with his affairs that he doesn't remember me even if he thinks about it."
He Ruchu looked Zhang Zhong up and down, then looked at Hu Huifang and the others behind him. When he saw Peng Peng, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, I remembered, the impression this child's paintings left on me
Quite profound. Are you traveling to Yanjing?"
"Well, I heard there was an art exhibition here, so I stopped by to take a look."
He Ruchu nodded and said, "The phrase you just said, 'When a rooster sounds, the world is white' should be your own."
The reason why he said this is because he has been drawing roosters for so many years and has read countless poems about roosters, but he has never read this sentence.
If this was something that existed before, it is impossible that he had not heard such a powerful poem.
"I just felt it."
Zhang Zhong did not directly say that this poem was written by himself, but He Ruchu heard the answer in the affirmative.
He Ruchu touched his palm and said, "I didn't expect that there would be a crouching tiger, hidden dragon in this bustling commercial building."
"Dean He is overly praised." Zhang Zhong said modestly.
"I have a heartfelt request."
"Dean He just said it doesn't matter."
"I want to inscribe the poem you just mentioned on my humble painting. Don't worry, I will definitely write your name after the inscription, and I will also pay a certain fee." He Ruchu said.
"Forget it about the cost, if Dean He wants to use it, just use it." Zhang Chong said with a smile.
He Ruchu waved his hand and said, "You don't have to feel embarrassed. I use your things to pay for it. This is a matter of course."
Zhang Zhong thought for a while and said, "In that case, I won't refuse. If Dean He wants to use it, just pay me one yuan of Chinese coins."
He Ruchu was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Okay, okay, one yuan, one yuan, I will pay you now."
After saying that, he actually took out a one-yuan coin from his pocket.
Zhang Zhong took the one yuan and said with a smile, "Chenghui."
"Wait a moment. I'm going to get the banknotes. I'll write this inscription right now."
The old man was busy with his work. After telling Zhang Zhong and the others, he walked to the side to find a staff member.
After a while, the staff brought a square table, took out the paintings, and then finished the four treasures of the study.
He Ruchu dipped his hands in ink and before he was ready to write, he asked, "I don't know your name?"
"Zhang Zhong, the bow is long and stretched, the weight is heavy." Zhang Zhong replied.
He Ruchu's hand holding the pen paused, and then he stared at Zhang Zhong for a while.
Finally, he handed the brush to Zhang Zhong's hand and said, "Since it is your inscription and postscript, you should write it."
He Ruchu was very surprised when he heard the name Zhang Zhong, but he had only seen Zhang Zhong's appearance in the news and had a vague impression. And the man in front of him was wearing sunglasses, so he had no way to confirm whether it was Zhang Zhong or not.
That Zhang Zhong.
So he made a decision and gave the brush to the young man.
If the person in front of you is really Zhang Zhong, there is a high probability that he will take the brush. But if the other person is just an ordinary person, he will usually refuse.
Zhang Zhong smiled and went up to take the brush. Without saying anything, he directly wrote in the blank space:
A glass of wine is served alone, and the host serves the guest and lives a long life.
The master's father was trapped in his journey to the west and could not return, so his family broke the willow tree in front of the door.
I heard that Ma Zhou was a new guest in the past, and no one knew him in the world.
Kong Jiang wrote two lines of writing on the paper, directly offending Long Yan and asking for his favor.
I'm so enchanted that I can't find a way out. When the rooster sings, the whole world becomes white.
The young man's worries should be kept in the clouds. Who thinks of the coldness and sits there moaning?
Zhang Zhong
Inscribed on the last day of the first lunar month of the Gengzi year
This article was written in cursive, and He Ruchu's eyes lit up when he read it.
He is a master of traditional Chinese painting, and he also has some knowledge in calligraphy. The characters in front of him are like flying dragons and dancing phoenixes, with the surge of running water and the force of strong wind.
The most important thing is that this poem is mainly lyrical as a whole, but it flexibly uses the subject-guest dialogue method, citing classics, but it is divided into guest and host.
He had read Zhang Zhong's modern poems, but had no idea that he had such attainments in ancient poetry.
This poem of his is different from those "so-called poets" who piece together words and sentences. The whole poem seems random, but every sentence is not redundant.
A good poet speaks as if he were composing a poem. After speaking, the poem is completed.
In other words, the poem is finished and the words are explained clearly.
He must be Zhang Zhong!
He Ruchu felt that "Zhang Zhong" was a natural answer, because only a person like Zhang Zhong could possess such talent.
But such a reasonable answer is extremely surprising.
How far can a person's talent reach? How can he be so comprehensive and reach the peak in every aspect?
After reading this poem and looking at the rooster next to him, He Ruchu even had a feeling that he, a rooster, was not worthy of this poem.
He has been painting "roosters" for more than 20 years. Looking around the world, there is no one who can surpass him in painting "roosters".
Although the picture of a rooster singing in front of you only has a few strokes, there are tens of thousands of drafts behind it.
There is a room in He Ruchu's house with a lot of scraps piled up, all of which he has painted over the years.
They say one minute on stage and ten years off stage.
The time and energy He Ruchu spent on these few words is unimaginable to ordinary people.
But even so, he still felt that his rooster needed to lower his head in front of this poem.
At that moment, something seemed to break in He Ruchu's heart. It was like a thin film that he had never noticed before, but at this moment, it suddenly appeared and suddenly broke.
When the film burst, He Ruchu's mind became clear again, and when he looked at the rooster in front of him, he gained some more understanding.
This discovery shocked He Ruchu.
He didn't expect that he would suddenly break through the bottleneck.
As for this bottleneck, even he himself had not noticed it before.
Yes, the bottleneck I can detect is because I have seen a world that I have never reached.
If fish have never jumped out of the water, how do they know there is a layer of water above them?