"What a pity, I came out without a seal." Zhang Zhong said with a smile.
He Ruchu smiled and said, "The painting is given to you. It's up to you whether to cover it or not, and when to cover it?"
Li Ruoshui was studying Zhang Zhong's signature. Zhang Zhong's writing of the main poem was not very careless, so he could read it completely, but when it came to signing the poem, it was a bit difficult for him.
While studying, Lin Ruoshui was startled when she heard the conversation between Zhang Zhong and He Ruchu. She stared at He Ruchu, could it be that this...
Li Ruoshui thought of a possibility and quickly took out his mobile phone to search on the Internet. After he entered the three words He Ruchu in the search bar, He Ruchu's encyclopedia popped up, with He Ruchu's photo posted on it.
"I..." The word "fuck" didn't come out, so Lin Ruoshui quickly covered her mouth and looked at He Ruchu stupidly.
He Ruchu was chatting with Zhang Zhong, and the two of them were attracted by Lin Ruoshui's movements.
"Mr. Lin, what's wrong?" Zhang Zhong asked.
Lin Ruoshui had an exaggerated smile on her face, "No, no, I just think that Teacher Zhang's calligraphy and Teacher He's painting are really good, and they fit very well. The poetry and painting are consistent, and the artistic conception is similar. This
The wildness of the rooster is vividly expressed in the poem. The more I read it, the more I like it and the more I am amazed."
Zhang Zhong smiled. Although Lin Ruoshui didn't have much appreciation ability, he was quite good at picking up people's wits. He adapted what He Ruchu just said into his own words.
"Teacher Zhang, I wonder if you can give me a chance to take a photo with this 'Rooster Picture'." Lin Ruoshui squinted her eyes and smiled.
Zhang Zhong looked at He Ruchu, who smiled and said, "Now it belongs to you."
Hearing He Ruchu's words, Zhang Zhong nodded, and then said to Lin Ruoshui, "Mr. Lin, please do."
"Thank you, thank you." Lin Ruoshui thanked him quickly, took out his cell phone from his pocket and took a selfie with the camera. However, his body was too big and his arms were short, so he couldn't find a good angle for taking selfies.
Zhang Zhong saw how hard he was struggling and said, "I'm here to help you. Just hold the painting in your hand."
Lin Ruoshui was overjoyed and said, "Is this okay?"
"It's fine."
Lin Ruoshui carefully held the painting in her arms, for fear of accidentally damaging her words.
Zhang Zhong took a photo of him with his mobile phone and returned the phone to him.
After getting the phone, Lin Ruoshui bent down again and again, "Thank you, thank you, I will go out first so as not to disturb the conversation between you two. You two sit in the box while I go and ask someone to make you a pot of tea."
"
Zhang Zhong was about to chat with He Ruchu for a while, but he did not refuse Lin Ruoshui's kindness, "Then I'll trouble Mr. Lin."
"No trouble, no trouble."
After Lin Ruoshui went out, Zhang Zhong put the painting away into the painting tube and said to He Ruchu, "Teacher He, please."
The two sat at the Eight Immortals table and chatted for a while, and then the tea Lin Ruoshui ordered was delivered.
He Ruchu fanned the mouth of the pot with his hand, smelled it, and said with a smile, "Hey, these are good melon slices."
Can you smell this? Zhang Zhong usually drinks tea, but he is not very particular about it. He Ruchu can smell what kind of tea is in it just by smelling it. In Zhang Zhong's opinion, it is almost a magical skill.
He opened the lid of the pot and saw the tea leaves inside. He Ruchu was right, they were indeed melon slices.
Guapian is easier to recognize because this tea has no buds or stems. This characteristic is unique to Guapian in the world.
He Ruchu poured the tea into the cup, frowned slightly when he saw the tea, then took another sip, shook his head and said, "The tea is good, the aroma is permeable, the shape and color of the tea leaves are first-class, it's just a pity to brew them."
People who are tea drinkers don’t know much about it. The temperature of the water used to make tea is too high, the color of the tea is a bit yellow, the taste is a bit astringent, and the aftertaste is not sweet enough.”
After finishing speaking, He Ruchu raised his head and said with a smile, "Zhang Zhong, don't be offended. I usually just like this. Seeing that such good tea was not treated well, I couldn't help but complain. Mr. Lin is also polite. I
I usually can’t bear to drink such good tea.”
Zhang Zhong didn't take He Ruchu's words to heart. He Ruchu was not a poor artist. A single painting would cost hundreds of thousands at least.
How would a person with such a billionaire be reluctant to drink such tea?
Although this tea is good, under normal circumstances, without marketing hype, it only costs thousands or even thousands per pound.
It’s not like melons have never been sold at high prices. In the past few years, one tael of tea in the hands of the tea king Xu Dao sold for more than 60,000 yuan, which works out to more than 600,000 yuan per pound.
But what people bought was "Tea King's Tea", not some melon slices.
Of course, if you really want to sell this tea at a good price, it's easy to cut down all the melon trees in the world and leave only one. The price of this tea is guaranteed to skyrocket.
The two of them drank tea and chatted casually.
"Nowadays, various universities are actively carrying out various seminars and exchange meetings. Your Jiangyang University is also more diligent. I heard that some friends from the literary circle are also coming to Jiangyang in the past few days."
"Is it?"
"You don't know? Don't you teach in Jiangyang?"
"I just go to a class once in a while. They are all public elective classes, and I leave right after class. I rarely ask about school matters, and I rarely hear about them," Zhang Zhong said.
"It's no wonder. In fact, I thought you were here at our exchange meeting." He Ruchu said with a smile.
"What did you say when I went to your art world exchange meeting?"
"That's what I said, but you are now Jiangyang University's living brand, or even Jiangyang's living brand. I thought Jiangyang University would ask you to support the scene."
Zhang Zhong smiled and waved his hand, "Some scenes can be sustained, and some scenes cannot be sustained."
"I'm humble." He Ruchu took a sip of tea and said, "I read your magazine and I'm quite interested in the paintings in it. If I guessed correctly, the Zhang Pengpeng is your wife."
Zhang nodded, "It's the little girl you've met, Mr. He."
"More than once, you are lucky. Your daughter not only loves painting, but also has a talent for art. Unlike my two children, the eldest son thinks about being an actor every day, and the younger daughter is still in college.
I opened a company with my classmates and I want to be a businessman."
"Being an actor or doing business is both a career," Zhang Chong said with a smile.
"I don't mean to discriminate against these two professions, but I am a painter myself. Of course I also hope that my children can inherit the mantle. Not to mention surpassing me, it is also good to follow my path."
He Ruchu's concept sounds a bit old-fashioned, with the overbearing Chinese patriarchal style. But Zhang Zhong is understandable. In a sense, a son inheriting his father's legacy is also a continuation of life in another way.
It can be seen that although He Ruchu felt that it was a pity that his children could not follow his path, he did not control their development.
Zhang Chong laughed and said, "Teacher He, what you said makes no sense. According to what you said, my girl should be like me. She should be a scholar and learn painting, but she has not inherited my mantle."
He Ruchu looked at Zhang Zhong and suddenly laughed, "You are right, we are the same."