Wu Kuan's family is known to be a lover of calligraphy and painting, and his elegance is reflected in everything.

It's the kind of place where you would be embarrassed to speak if you didn't talk about poetry and painting.

Brother Wen had caused trouble to so many houses on Chang'an Street, but this was the first time he saw such a house with Jiangnan style. He and Xie Douqi kept looking here and there without knowing anything, and even came to Wu Kuan to ask questions about the young child.

Wu Kuan gave them good-natured answers before inviting everyone to sit down. In front of them was a simple and elegant natural rosewood table, with cloud patterns randomly carved on the table, giving the tea room a sense of mist among the clouds.

Sitting on the edge of the coffee table, Brother Wen felt that the tea in front of him was a bit more magical. Now that he is here, Brother Wen naturally should eat and drink, and he also pricked up his ears to listen to their chatter. .

The one Wu Kuan and the others talked about the most was Shen Zhou. Everyone who knew Wu Kuan knew that Wu Kuan liked Shen Zhou's paintings the most, and even those in their circle had viewed many of Shen Zhou's paintings.

Brother Wen didn't really recognize this Suzhou painter at first, but after hearing what they said, he thought he was very impressive.

Wu Kuan casually mentioned that Shen Zhou had found a good young man named Wen Zhengming last year and was now teaching him to learn painting. Brother Wen even opened his eyes.

Wu Kuan was very happy to support the younger generation of fellow villagers, not to mention that Wen Zhengming was also a good friend of the new disciples, so he naturally wanted to have a few words with Li Dongyang and the others.

Brother Wen's ears stood up even higher when he heard Wu Kuan's introduction!

Wen Zhengming!

He was one of the four talented men from Jiangnan who lost his qualification for the provincial examination because his calligraphy was too ugly, so he went home and worked hard to practice calligraphy and became a calligrapher and painter!

Since Wen Zhengming is in Suzhou, his good friend Tang Bohu is not in Suzhou?

So the "Jiangnan" in the "Four Talents of Jiangnan" refers to their Suzhou!

OK, so you are here!

Brother Wen didn't ask further: "Are there too many of them?"

When Wu Kuan saw that Brother Wen was interested in Wen Zhengming, he thought he wanted to find a new playmate, so he smiled and said, "On the 20th of the year, I have more friends than you."

Brother Wen had never heard from Wen Zhengming and the others before, so he didn't know how old Tang Bohu and the others were.

Now it seems that the imperial examination fraud case that Tang Bohu was involved in has not happened yet.

Brother Wen asked tentatively: "Then do you have any outstanding young people in Suzhou?"

Wu Kuan introduced Brother Wen without hesitation, saying that there was a man named Zhu Yunming, who was very good at handwriting. Last time, he asked Zhu Yunming to write a poem "Ti Dong Chan Temple" for him, and he could show it to them later. A very talented young man.

The name Zhu Yunming is a bit unfamiliar to Brother Wen.

The ones he remembered most clearly were Tang Bohu and Wen Zhengming. The other impressions were not very deep. He could only vaguely recall that one of the Four Talents in Jiangnan did have the surname Zhu!

You must be the right one, Jiangnan Talent Group!

Brother Wen actively proposed to appreciate the calligraphy and paintings of the Jiangnan Talent Group.

This is a relic that museums in later generations will strive to collect. You must take a good look at it!

The guests urged him so, so Wu Kuan got up and took them to see his collection of calligraphy and paintings.

Wu Kuan has a lot of ancient paintings here, and even improper unrolling will damage the paintings. He won't let even half a speck of dust fall into them, so he is naturally more particular about appreciating paintings than usual.

Brother Wen followed Li Dongyang and others to wash their hands, and the gentle and beautiful maid sister handed them fragrant towels to dry them.

He wiped each finger dry with a towel, raised his hand curiously and smelled it, and immediately smelled a faint, familiar fragrance.

Brother Wen said to Wu Kuan with great interest: "I've smelled this before!"

Wu Kuan smiled and asked: "Really? Where have you smelled it?"

Brother Wen said: "Qiu Shang Shujia!"

There is this smell in Qiu Shangshu's study, and he can smell this faint fragrance every time he goes there.

Wu Kuan nodded and explained: "Qiu Shangshu's family does have a lot of books. The brassicas in the books can prevent book beetles, and they rely on this pleasant fragrance."

Brother Wen didn't expect such particularity. This thing sounded similar to mothballs, but it sounded much more elegant. He asked curiously like a baby: "What does rugosa look like? Is it easy to grow? I want to read it in the book

folder!"

Wu Kuandao: "I have never grown it, but I have a lot of fragrant pills mixed with rue. I occasionally light them in the study and smoke them. I will take a few pills for you to take back and try."

Fragrance pills are not a valuable thing, and every household will prepare them for fumigation.

Brother Wen didn't expect to receive a small gift when he went to Wu Kuan's house. His eyes suddenly became bright and bright, and everyone could see that he was very happy.

Wu Kuan liked Su Dongpo, but he preferred the free and easy Su Dongpo.

Seeing that Brother Wen's happiness or displeasure was clearly written on his face, he fell in love with the child even more. He smiled and called to get some fragrant pills to prepare.

Li Dongyang joked: "Brother Wen has it, right?"

Wu Kuan said good-naturedly: "We all have our share. No one will be short."

Li Dongyang said: "Then Yu Qiaoke made a profit, he brought his son."

Xie Qian heard that Li Dongyang was making fun of him, so he said to Wu Kuan: "Next time we will call a few more people to gather at this guy's house to see what he can share."

After talking and laughing for a while, Wu Kuan had already picked up the "Tidong Zen Temple" he just mentioned.

Wu Kuan also brought two paintings with calligraphy and asked them to see which one was by Shen Zhou and which one was by Zhu Yunming.

It turns out that Dongchan Temple is a famous temple in Suzhou and has been inscribed by many writers and poets since the Song Dynasty. During this period, Wu Kuan particularly liked the poems written by a famous monk from the Song Dynasty who stayed at Dongchan Temple, so he suggested that he write an inscription on it.

The monk liked to drink, and he claimed to be tired of drinking. The poems he wrote had the style of an unruly drinker, which was very in line with Wu Kuan's preferences.

Coupled with the calligraphy written by Shen Zhou and others, Wu Kuan naturally fell in love with it even more, and took all the calligraphy as his own on the spot. Isn't it normal that what he proposed to write should belong to him?

He is going to show his relatives and friends the wonderful poems and scenery of Suzhou like he is doing now!

When Brother Wen heard that there was a guessing game, he immediately got excited and tried to stand on tiptoes to see the two words clearly.

Li Dongyang saw Brother Wen's expression of wanting to guess so much that he picked him up with a smile: "You want to guess? Why don't you get a lucky draw? If you guess right, Uncle Wu will teach you calligraphy and painting in the future. If you don't guess,

Yes, I can only give you some pointers after I read the article to you."

Wu Kuandao: "You yourself were famous for your ability to read when you were four years old. It seems that you can't teach me."

Li Dongyang said: "Wouldn't it be better for you to write this? I know I have a lot of money to buy the books you copied, but you still refuse to sell them to others." He shook his head and pretended to sigh, "I don't have this kind of treatment, I

The words are the least valuable."

Wu Kuan was so good-tempered that he didn't want to accept his words.

Li Dongyang said: "We're all playing guessing games. It's no fun if we don't get the lottery. Just tell us whether you agree or not?"

Wu Kuan glanced at Brother Wen, who was being picked up by Li Dongyang, and felt that this kid was a good match. He smiled helplessly: "Okay, let's get a lucky draw."

The person in question, Brother Wen, looked confused.

What's going on, why did the jackpot of this guessing game find him a new teacher?

Do I need to find another teacher for calligraphy and painting?!

He has no plans to sign up for a calligraphy and painting hobby class!!!

Isn't it enough to use a "brush" for calligraphy? There are so many talented calligraphers and painters, what's the big deal for him to be among them?!

Seeing that the smile on Brother Wen's face gradually disappeared, Xie Qian said without a smile: "Brother Wen doesn't seem to be very happy?"

Li Dongyang lowered his head and looked at Brother Wen in his arms: "What? You don't want me to teach you, and you don't want Uncle Wu to teach you?"

Brother Wen: “…………”

This question sounds a bit dangerous.

Brother Wen immediately said: "How can you kill a chicken with a bull's knife!"

He is still young, so just let him write and draw casually. I have never heard of kindergarten writing and drawing classes being taught by state-level experts.

Li Dongyang teased him: "I've killed too many cows with a bull's sword. Sometimes I want to kill chickens to relax."

Brother Wen: “…………”

But the chicken doesn’t want to be killed!

Brother Wen thought for a long time and didn't think of a way to refuse the new interest class. He just frowned and started to compare the two inscriptions.

He had never read the words of Shen Zhou and Zhu Yunming before, and didn't know much about Shen Zhou. He only knew from Wu Kuan's introduction that they were from well-off families and had a worry-free life. It was easy for someone to be able to write at the age of three and write poems at the age of seven.

Things can only be said to be comparable in terms of talent.

The only difference is that Shen Zhou is older and Zhu Yunming is younger.

Brother Wen looked at the two calligraphy and paintings, mentally reviewed all the known information, and then compared the two inscriptions with the same content in front of him, and finally made his own judgment. He pointed to the calligraphy on the left and said: "

This belongs to Mr. Shen!"

Seeing Brother Wen's determination, Wu Kuan was slightly surprised and did not ask further: "Why?"

"This old man!" Brother Wen replied loudly.

Li Dongyang was amused by Brother Wen's answer and asked with a smile: "What kind of old method?"

Brother Wen was stumped by this question.

How does he know exactly what the old method is? Anyway, it looks more like it was written by an older person!

Brother Wen could only say: "I feel old!"

Wu Kuan smiled and said: "Then your feeling is quite good. This painting is indeed Ishida's calligraphy."
To be continued...