Collection of Gods

Chapter 332 Four Bridges
  Huang Xi was immersed in the artistic conception of this calligraphy. He didn't know how long it took before he gradually came back to his senses. Then he saw his four old friends, all staring at the calligraphy in his hand. He could only understand the meaning conveyed in those eyes.

"Cough cough!"

"Xiao Tang, I like your calligraphy very much!"

"Old man, you accepted it shamelessly!"

Huang Xi coughed twice, and while expressing his gratitude to Tang Yuan, he gently picked up the red cloth with his right hand and wrapped it around the calligraphy again.

"Old Huang, I have no choice but to take care of myself. We have no intention of snatching it from you. Let us see what's wrong."

Chen Song noticed Huang Xi's little movement, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he said this.

"That's it."

"Too stingy."

When Zhao Chongnan heard this, he immediately agreed.

"Drink tea!"

Huang Xi knew exactly what these old foxes were thinking. He half-closed his eyelids, picked up the tea cup and said to everyone with a smile.

Seeing Huang Xi's attitude, the four old men knew that there was a high probability that there was no chance of counting on Huang Xi, so they turned their heads in unison and turned their attention to Tang Yuan.

In an instant, the feeling of Alexander enveloped Tang Yuan again.

Huang Xi saw that these four old guys had actually set their sights on Tang Yuan. He looked at them and then at Tang Yuan, his eyes filled with smiles.

"Xiao Tang, are you still inspired today?"

"Old man, I bought a new set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Do you want to try it?"

Huang Xi turned his gaze to Tang Yuan and asked with a smile.

Tang Yuan's eyes flickered, and he immediately understood what Huang Xi meant, and responded with a smile: "Mr. Huang, your hands are really itchy when you say this."

"Come on then, let's go to the study."

After Huang Xi finished speaking, he stood up from the chair first, dragging Tang Yuan towards the study on the second floor.

When Zhao Chongnan and others saw this, they looked at each other and probably understood what Huang Xi meant. They stood up one after another and followed Huang Xi upstairs.

Finally, there are Huang Guoliang, Huang Mingzhe and Lin Ziyang.

"When I was young, I asked you to practice calligraphy, but you always felt tired."

"See now?"

"They are all young people too. Look at others, then look at you."

Huang Guoliang talked while walking, while Huang Mingzhe and Lin Ziyang obediently bowed their heads and accepted the punishment.

There was nothing I could do, I really couldn't argue with anything.

They all looked at the calligraphy, and it was indeed so beautiful. Their strength and age were there, and they couldn't accept it.

Huang Guoliang gave a few simple words of encouragement as encouragement and said nothing more.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that Tang Yuan's level was not something that ordinary people could achieve with their own efforts. It would require extremely high talent.

Genius does require sweat to create, but it can never be just sweat.

……

Soon, everyone arrived at Huang Xi's study.

As soon as Tang Yuan stepped into the study room, he saw the "Recalling Qin'e·Loushanguan" hanging on the wall, which he gave to Huang Xi last time. The words were carefully framed and looked very special. Delightful for the eyes.

"Did Xiao Tang also write this calligraphy?"

After Chen Song studied it for a moment, although the sentence structure was a question, his words were full of determination.

"Yes."

Huang Xi did not deny it, and responded with a smile. Then he looked at Tang Yuan and said, "Xiao Tang, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all on the table. You can do whatever you want."

When Tang Yuan heard this, he nodded slightly, then quickly walked to the desk, took out a piece of good rice paper and spread it flat on the desk. Then he picked up a brush and dipped it in ink gently and slowly.

At the same time, the majestic and majestic grandmaster's demeanor slowly spread over his body, making Zhao Chongnan, Chen Song and others' eyelids twitch.

It is really incredible that this kind of master's demeanor appears in Tang Yuan, who is only 24 years old. It can even be said to be very outrageous.

The scene was silent, and everyone subconsciously held their breath.

After about ten seconds, Tang Yuan started to move.

……

He was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and in his later years he came home to the southern border of the mountains.

When Xinglai goes alone, he knows nothing about victory.

Go to the water poverty and sit and watch the clouds rise.

Occasionally, I visited Lin Sou, chatting and laughing for a long time.

……

The first poem written by Tang Yuan is "Zhongnan Farewell" by Wang Wei.

This is Wang Wei's work in his later years. At that time, he was the Minister of the Book of Secrets, Youcheng, and his position was not small. However, due to the repeated changes in the political situation, he saw the dangers and ugliness of the official career, and wanted to escape from this troubled world and live a natural, leisurely and leisurely life. A chic retreat life.

Tang Yuan has always liked this poem, and he especially likes the line "When you walk to the waterless place and sit and watch the clouds rise", this is actually very consistent with his current state of mind.

As Tang Yuan's pen moved, after he finished writing the poem "Farewell to the South", the eyes of the old man, who had always been gentle and honest, quietly lit up.

After finishing a poem, Tang Yuan did not stop writing. He casually pulled aside the rice paper on the table, then pulled out another piece of white rice paper, buried his head and started writing again.

……

Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Goushuang Xueming.

The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a meteor.

……

Compared with the first poem, when Tang Yuan wrote the second poem, his writing style was more inclined to cursive. Between the lines, he revealed the heroic and domineering spirit of the sky, as if a golden horse was close at hand.

"I want this calligraphy. Whoever grabs it from me will be in a hurry with me!"

Before Tang Yuan finished writing, the old man with a rough and heroic appearance could no longer hold back the affection in his heart. He stared at his tiger eyes, and in a very low voice, took the lead in declaring to the three old men next to him. Sovereignty.

"Why?"

The majestic Zhao Chongnan glanced sideways at the other party and moved his lips slightly, obviously not agreeing with it.

"Old Zhao, are you deliberately going against me? You said that you have worked in personnel and party building for half your life. What is the use of such murderous poems? This is not in line with your tone!"

When Zhu Wei heard this, he suddenly became anxious and shouted in a low voice with his eyes wide open.

"Just because this poem has a lot of words, doesn't it work?"

"It looks fun, isn't it?"

There was a slight smile on Zhao Chongnan's lips, and then he said: "How about this, next time I go to your house, you open the 50-year-old bottle of Fenjiu, and if you agree, I won't steal this poem from you. "

"Old Zhao, you are a lion, aren't you?"

After Zhu Wei heard what Zhao Chongnan said, his tiger eyes widened even more.

"Okay."

"If not, let's each rely on our own abilities."

Zhao Chongnan looked at Zhu Wei with his eyes slightly narrowed, making it difficult for Zhu Wei to see through his thoughts.

"Go, go, go!"

“Open, open, open!”    “It’s just Fenjiu that has been around for 50 years!”

"Just give it to you to drink!"

Zhu Wei looked at Tang Yuan, who was splashing ink, and at the handwriting on the table that looked like a startling dragon. It seemed that the temptation in front of him was greater.

If he could frame this poem and hang it on the wall of his living room, it would definitely make him feel even more proud when his old comrades came to visit him.

Fifty years of Fenjiu wine can only give him face once, but this painting of "Xia Ke Xing" by Li Bai can give him face many times.

Whether it's light or heavy, Zhu Wei can still carry it clearly.

Compared with "Zhongnan Farewell", "Xia Ke Xing" will undoubtedly take longer to complete.

About five minutes later, the writing of "Xia Ke Xing" was completed, and then Tang Yuan pulled out a piece of rice paper and continued to write vigorously and diligently.

Lin Ziyang and Huang Mingzhe, who were originally standing at the door, had long been carried to the table by Huang Xi, allowing them to play the role of book boys, helping Tang Yuan spread rice paper and collect poems.

After writing for the third time, Tang Yuan did not write any more poems. Compared with the cursive writing of "Xia Ke Xing", this time he wrote in the most standard regular script.

……

Investigate things, seek knowledge, be sincere, have a correct mind, cultivate oneself, manage the family, govern the country, and bring peace to the world.

……

There are only 17 characters, each of which is square and straight, and can penetrate the back of the paper.

Chen Song, who had always stood there with no expression on his face, had a flash of excitement in his eyes, but on the surface he remained calm and showed no expression.

Under the gaze of everyone, Tang Yuan wrote two more poems, one was "Linjiang Immortal" by Xin Qiji, and the other was "Mo Mei" by Wang Mian.

From writing to writing, and from writing to finishing.

The four poems and Confucian classics can be said to be completed in one go under Tang Yuan's hand.

"call……"

Looking at the five pieces of rice paper with still-dry ink marks, Tang Yuan felt an indescribable sense of comfort and accomplishment. He exhaled softly, his eyes looking particularly bright.

"Xiao Tang, thank you for your hard work."

"Watching you write is such a pleasure."

Huang Xi's face looked red, and he sighed sincerely. Then his expression changed, and he turned his gaze to the four people next to him, with a slight smile in his eyes.

Huang Xi took Tang Yuan upstairs. In fact, everyone understood what Huang Xi meant.

Putting aside the identities and status of the four Zhao Chongnans, Tang Yuan would not have let them take the initiative to speak first just by looking at their age.

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhu, Mr. Chen, Mr. Zheng, this is the first time we meet. The juniors didn't have time to bring any gifts. These few words can be regarded as the meeting gifts for the juniors."

Tang Yuan looked at the four old people and said with a polite smile.

"Xiao Tang, I like your meeting gift very much!"

"You are so talented at such a young age. You are truly one of the most talented people in history!"

Zhao Chongnan looked at the tall, handsome and sunny young man in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh a few times from the bottom of his heart.

"really!"

"The writing is so beautiful!"

“Even a rough guy like me, who usually has no interest in calligraphy, can’t help but want to collect one and hang it in my living room to admire when I go home!”

Zhu Wei followed closely and echoed Zhao Chongnan.

The other two people also gave high praise.

If they originally had some doubts that the painting "Spring Snow in Qinyuan" was ghostwritten by someone else, now that they saw it was true, they no longer had any doubts in their hearts.

"You old guys, don't just keep talking."

"You will each leave a contact information for Xiao Tang later. If Xiao Tang encounters any difficulties in the future, you can't pretend not to know. Otherwise, if I find out, I will definitely come to your house and beat you up. ."

Huang Xixiao looked at everything in front of him and saw that the time was almost there, so he took the initiative to ask for some benefits for Tang Yuan.

When the four old men heard this, they all glanced at Huang Xi in surprise. Who would have thought that Huang Xi would pay so much attention to this young man? You must know that it is Huang Xi's grandson Huang Mingzhe, and he does not have their personal contact information.

However, accidents are accidents. They all know that Huang Xi will not value a young man so much for no reason. It may have something to do with his good calligraphy, but it is definitely not the main reason. Huang Xi's vision has never been good. Damn, since Huang Xi has already spoken, it doesn't hurt for them to be a favor.

The four old men's thoughts were like lightning, and they made their own judgments almost in the blink of an eye.

"Then you still need to say it?"

"Do I, Lao Zhu, look like someone who takes things from others for free?"

Zhu Wei glared at Huang Xi, then patted Tang Yuan on the shoulder: "Xiao Tang, you have a good body. You can tell by touching it. It must be a body that can only be obtained by exercising all year round. I have worked in Jinling for most of my life, and now I live in Jinling.”

"This is my business card." Zhu Wei took out a business card from somewhere and said, "If you come to Jinling in the future, you can come and sit at home."

When Tang Yuan heard this, he took the business card with both hands and said yes repeatedly.

After Zhu Wei spoke first, the remaining three old men also told Tang Yuan their personal contact information, and their words were quite intimate.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Yuan received the business cards of four giants.

Although business cards don't mean anything, for Tang Yuan, these four business cards are equivalent to four bridges. As long as he remains patient and sincere, he will definitely gain something in the future.

Freezing three feet does not take a day's cold, and water dripping through a stone does not take a day's work.

Sometimes, finding the right path and the right direction is the most important thing.

Now, the direction is in front of him, and Huang Xi personally leads the way. If Tang Yuan can't achieve anything like this, it can only be said that Tang Yuan's previous life was in vain.

Everyone was chatting and laughing, and the four old men all selected their favorite calligraphy works.

Zhu Wei chose "Xia Ke Xing", Zhao Chongnan chose "Linjiang Immortal", Zheng Shiqing chose "Zhongnan Farewell", and Chen Song chose eight items from the Confucian classics, a total of five works. After the four people finished selecting, there were also There is one painting left that no one cares about.

Huang Mingzhe, who had been standing there silently as a backdrop, was suddenly kicked inexplicably. He was startled and a little angry in his heart. He turned around and found that the person who kicked him was his father.

Oh……

That's okay, just kick him.

"Can you have some insight?"

"Didn't you see that there is still a piece of writing left on the desk?"

"Bring it to me quickly, or your grandpa will snatch it away later!"

Soon, Huang Guoliang's extremely low voice reached Huang Mingzhe's ears.

"what?"

"Didn't Tang Yuan leave that calligraphy to Grandpa?"

"I'll go over and get it. Grandpa can't beat me!"

Huang Mingzhe was stunned for a moment, and then showed a little hesitation.

"Your grandfather already has "Qinyuanchun Snow", why would Tang Yuan inscribe him again? And have you ever seen anyone inscribe a poem "Mo Mei" to a retired old man? This poem embodies the spirit of integrity and integrity. Yes, it was obvious that Tang Yuan wrote it for me on purpose."

"It's just that there are many people now. Compared to Mr. Zhao and the others, I am a junior. It is inconvenient for Tang Yuan to directly give the calligraphy to me. Just walk over by yourself and quietly put the calligraphy away for me."

Huang Guoliang looked at Huang Mingzhe in front of him and explained with a little hatred for iron.

"So that's how it is..."

When Huang Mingzhe heard this, he couldn't help but look a little surprised. Then he followed his father's instructions, walked quickly to the desk, and quietly put away the calligraphy work titled "Mo Mei".

During this period, Huang Xi glanced at this side, but said nothing, as if he didn't see it, but the smile in his eyes was much stronger...

(End of this chapter)