I don’t know who designed the city like this at that time. The Painting and Calligraphy Alley is actually adjacent to Yanliu Alley, and if you want to go to the Painting and Calligraphy Alley, if you don’t want to go through Yanliu Alley, you have to take a ferry and go around elsewhere.
Literary men and women disdained places like this, so they naturally took the ferry. Feng Hongluan didn't want Hongyan's reputation to be stained anymore, so she took the river route.
It was daytime when I went there, and Yanliu Alley was not yet open, so the Painting and Calligraphy Alley next to it was spared the trouble and was not affected by the soft and charming sounds.
The two alleys are really close together, and are only separated by a gate. To the west of the gate is Yanliu Lane, and to the south of the gate is the Calligraphy and Painting Lane.
From the Calligraphy and Painting Alley, you can see several brothels at the end of Yanliu Alley.
But even though they are right next to each other, the atmosphere is completely different.
The Calligraphy and Painting Alley is filled with the fragrance of ink, and feels free and elegant. There are calligraphy and paintings hanging at the door of every house, and there are also some larger stores that sell the works of several famous painters and calligraphers today or in the past.
Hong Yan naturally looked down upon these. Although Feng Hongluan didn't understand paintings, at a glance, he couldn't find a calligraphy and painting that could compare with any calligraphy and painting in Hong Yan's study and bedroom.
Until he reached the door of a house, Hong Yan suddenly stopped.
This one can be said to be crowded, and compared to the nearby ones, the business is too deserted.
At the door, there was a handsome young man sitting, as if there was no one else around. He held a pen in his left hand and scribbled on the paper. He sketched a few strokes in a few strokes, then stopped, and then suddenly dropped a huge circle on the rice paper.
, the ink smudged out, and it turned out to be a mess of graffiti, which was unsightly.
Looking at the paintings he hung at the door of his shop, there are just some paintings like this. They are all unsightly. The only one with some skills is a meticulous painting, but most of them are copied works and lack charm. The paintings are of peonies blooming.
, compared with the gongbi peonies in other shops, there is nothing special about it.
Feng Hongluan came to see Huang Dingde. She just asked the same person for directions. The person said that Huang Dingde was in this direction, but Feng Hongluan would never associate the person in front of him with Huang Dingde, a famous craftsman in the area.
Pulling Hong Yan's hand, she said, "Let's go over and have a look!"
However, Hong Yan remained motionless, his eyes falling on the poor painting of this handsome young man with great interest: "Why don't you add a few more strokes?"
The young man was startled and finally realized that someone was standing in front of his stall. He smiled and said, "Where is Tian? Sir, please tell me?"
After saying that, he gestured to pick up the pen. Hong Yan bent down and pointed at a few places. The young man's eyes shone with light. He added a few strokes according to Hong Yan's instructions. After finishing it in one go, Feng Hongluan was almost stunned.
The three strokes were outlined, plus a large circle that looked like graffiti. After the boy added a few strokes, it turned out to be a bronze mirror with a vague imprint of a pot of orchids placed on the flower table. It was so lifelike that the bronze mirror
It's like you can reach out and touch it.
This plan is amazing!
Hong Yan looked at Cheng Hua with a deep smile: "What's your name?"
"My name is Huang Dingde."
Suddenly he was startled, and everyone looked for him thousands of times. When he suddenly looked back, that person was definitely the inconspicuous young man who followed the graffiti in front of him.
Hong Yan looked at the graffiti that covered a shop and said with a smile: "Please replenish them all. If you replenish them all, I will buy them all."
Huang Dingde shook his head: "I can pay for it, but I won't buy it."
"Why?" Feng Hongluan asked on Hongyan's behalf.
"It's rare for someone to be destined to be with you. I'll give these to you sir." After Huang Dingde finished speaking, he took off the paintings that looked like they were scribbled one after another, and filled in the remaining strokes one by one. What came out were goldfish, shrimps, and...
Simple things such as green bamboo and flying swallows, but each of them, if I didn't realize it was a painting, I would really reach out and touch it, and first take out the lifelike fish, shrimp and green bamboo from the painting.
This painter is a master of craftsmanship. This young man is Huang Dingde. There is no doubt that he is.
Feng Hongluan finally knew why Huang Dingde was so arrogant after entering the palace, but the emperor showed favoritism many times. All the concubines in the palace spent a lot of money just to dress him up and paint. It turns out that he can turn decay into magic and make everything that is dead come alive.
Son.
What a wonderful scene it would be to see a lifelike woman descending from the flowers. No wonder there are three thousand beauties in the harem, and everyone is flocking to his paintings.
Looking at Huang Dingde, he was no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was extremely delicate. If it weren't for his flat chest and rough voice, one would have thought he was a woman disguised as a man.
Most of the people who paint and sell paintings here are doing it to make a living, but he has a weird personality. It seems that he is not doing it for money, but just to find a close friend.
Feng Hongluan felt quite fond of this young man, and seeing Hong Yan's satisfied expression after returning home with a full load, she felt even more comforted.
Hong Yan was very happy. On the way back, he repeatedly unfolded the paintings and looked at them. He said that he wanted to take the green bamboo painting and give it to Princess Qinyang in the palace. Princess Qinyang and Hong Yan had similar interests, and the two often gave gifts to each other.
Poems and paintings for collection.
Feng Hongluan was relieved to see him happy. In fact, a life of peace and quiet might not be suitable for her, but for Hong Yan, it was undoubtedly the best.
Although he had buried his talents and wronged himself, if Hong Yan really got involved in political affairs, it would be a violent storm that would continue to sweep through them. They would never be able to live a peaceful life again, and Hong Yan would never be able to be as happy as a child.
Nestling in Hong Yan's arms, Feng Hongluan suddenly wanted to protect him and tried her best to protect this heart-warming man who valued love and justice.
It was only a long time later that she discovered that she had fought hard for Hong Yan and protected her along the way. But as early as when she was moving forward bravely and desperately, Hong Yan was already bleeding and standing at the end of time. He had reached the end before her.
On the bumpy road, I tried my best to remove obstacles for her that were more terrifying than thorns and more ferocious than waves.
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Hong Yan went to the Calligraphy and Painting Alley for several days in a row, and came back with a full load every time. However, Huang Dingde still didn't take any money. Hong Yan knew that scholars have weird temperaments. Some can be bought and measured with money, and there are others. If you show it,
Silver is a great insult to him.
But it was not Hong Yan's temper to suffer for nothing every day, so he gave Huang Dingde the priceless painting of a hundred horses galloping by layman Qingyun in his room.