The serious conversation was followed by tea sipping, which was accompanied by small talk. When the cup of tea was finished, it was time for Xu Guangling to leave on his own initiative.
But before leaving tonight, there is one more thing to do.
In fact, it’s not a big deal, it’s just Xu Guangling delivering yesterday’s homework to Mr. Zhang, which is the couplet that Mr. Zhang wrote.
Mr. Zhang said yesterday that there was no rush, but since Xu Guangling had already come out, he would not hide it and store it there. He would really wait for ten days and a half, or even longer, before taking it out.——
What are you doing?
Xu Guangling did not consider whether being in such a hurry might be considered unstable by Mr. Zhang.
As a junior, in front of an elder who is very kind to him, he just needs to be sincere and straightforward. It does not seem appropriate to consider this and that. Of course, this is also Mr. Zhang's insight and mind that made Xu Guangling make such a decision.
Choice. If it were another elder, the situation might be different.
After hearing what Xu Guangling said in the second couplet, Mr. Zhang's reaction was to let out a long sigh, and then asked further: "I'm sorry, what do you think about carrying the yin and embracing the yang? What does it mean specifically?"
There was nothing to hide, so Xu Guangling told Mr. Zhang in detail about his search and thoughts last night.
The two old men listened attentively. Yes, Xu Guangling found that Mr. Chen's expression was very serious at this time, which was very different from the casual demeanor that Mr. Zhang had before. After listening, the two old men were stunned for a moment.
There was no reaction.
The living room was quiet.
After a while, Mr. Zhang seemed to have come to his senses, and waved to Xu Guangling and said: "Okay, I'll stop here tonight, we will continue tomorrow. Again, be careful on the way back.
point."
After Xu Guangling left, there were still two people in the living room. For a long time, it seemed like four or five minutes, there was still silence. The two old men sat there, both thoughtful and silent.
.
What broke the silence was that after a long time, Mr. Zhang stood up and walked from the living room to the study.
Old Man Chen also followed.
Mr. Zhang took out a scroll from the big desk in the study room and slowly unfolded it, but it was a blank banner of calligraphy and painting. Standing in front of this blank banner, Mr. Zhang calmed down for a long time, but then...
He said to Old Chen: "Old Chen, it's better you do it. My words are not worthy."
The pens and inks are all ready-made, and the pen holder is in the middle of the big desk. Just move it over.
Arriving at the seat given by Mr. Zhang, Old Chen pressed the banner with his hand. He looked at it carefully and was surprised: "Good guy, Chengxintang's paper! Is it real or fake?"
"The ones I got from the palace back then must be fake. They were probably imitated during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but the quality is not much different from the original ones." Mr. Zhang said casually, and his next words showed that he really was
He said casually, "It's just an imitation. What's so good about it? Even if it's real, it's just paper for writing on, no matter how good it is. What's so verbose? Just write it!"
"The big cabbage always gets eaten by pigs." Old Man Chen sighed without knowing whether it was true or not, regardless of whether his words were allegedly scolding him. "On such a piece of paper, I will probably have the opportunity to write something like this in my lifetime."
Once again, of course you have to be more cautious."
Saying this, Old Man Chen looked at the ink on the pen holder chassis and said: "This ink is too bad! Is there any better one? Can I replace it?"
"I'm just a rough guy. How can I be so particular about it? Do you want to write? If you don't write, get out of the way!" The elegance Mr. Zhang showed in front of Xu Guangling was completely gone now. The way he spoke at this time, and
The action of rolling up his sleeves and waving his arms is completely consistent with his self-proclaimed "rough man".
"Okay, okay! I'll write, I'll write!" Old Man Chen begged for mercy.
After this short clip, Old Man Chen stood in front of the unfolded banner. He also concentrated for a while before dipping his pen in ink and waving his hand to write.
And this book is written in one go, without any pause.
After he put the brush back to its original place, there were two neat lines of large characters on the spread out blank banner: "Nurture is the way, there are many sages like this in ancient times; carrying the yin and embracing the yang, everyone today should
generally!"
Of course, there are no punctuation marks.
You don't need to look carefully. Just by looking at it, you can feel that these two lines of large characters are upright and dignified, with smooth turns when using the pen, and the overall writing is like splashing ink, without any pause, so that overall
, this is a mountain surrounded by clouds, and the mountains are surrounded by flowing clouds, or the mountains are surrounded by the sea, and the mountains and islands stand out from the majestic sea.
Both solemn and ethereal, spirit and spirit coexist.
Compared with the "Healthy as a Pine" painting that Mr. Zhang hangs in the living room, it is indeed more than one level higher. To put it exaggeratedly, it is even a difference between clouds and mud.
Looking at these two lines of words written by his own hand, Old Man Chen actually felt a little nostalgic at this moment. He stared at them for a while and then moved away.
Then Mr. Zhang came over, took a writing brush, and on the same banner, at the lower left corner of two lines of large characters, he wrote: "Xu Zhuoyan met Zhang Zaishan for the first time. My old friend Chen Changtian witnessed and wrote,
Zhang Zaishanbi."
"If nothing unexpected happens, a hundred years from now, this book will be the most treasured book in the world."
After putting the brush back into the pen holder, Mr. Zhang looked at the banner lying quietly on the desk in front of him and said lightly.
"Now it is." There was a hint of envy in Old Man Chen's tone, and he also did not forget to praise himself, "The words of a great master, a first-generation national player, the imperial doctor, the chief internal officer, and a...
Hey." After saying that, he said hey twice with unclear meaning.
But the meaning of his next words was very clear, and it couldn't be clearer: "Lao Zhangtu, you have got a family heirloom."
"Heirlooms are not family heirlooms or anything like that. They are just dead objects. What does it matter? It doesn't matter if I give them to you." Mr. Zhang said this. Before Old Chen could look happy when he heard this, he continued:
"Of course, it's impossible to give it to you. This couplet was written by me, not you. It's me, not you, who responded with my clumsy words."
"This word was written by me!" Old Man Chen was indignant.
"Don't you know there is a kind of person in this world called a helper?" Mr. Zhang said confidently.
"Bah! I'm scorning you!" Old Chen was still angry, but of course it was impossible to really sneeze at someone.
After a small fight, the study room returned to a somewhat solemn atmosphere. Mr. Zhang coughed and did not look at Old Chen. He just said lightly: "How about paving the way for such a person? You, a great master of the generation,
,Are you aggrieved?"
"You are not aggrieved, so why should I be aggrieved?" Old Man Chen's anger disappeared, and his expression was quite serious when he spoke.
"I finally experienced some of the feelings of the teacher surnamed Yang when he wrote 'I want to plant a big tree to support the sky.'" Mr. Zhang turned his head at this time, looked in the direction of the window, and said in a leisurely tone.
==
Thanks to "Bread88" for your recommendation vote and support, here's another hug. :)
By the way, this is the last public chapter. It will be updated in the early hours of the night and it will be a VIP chapter. Will everyone subscribe to support it?