"I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that Li Minghan had a son like you." The surprise on Yan Zhang's face was even stronger, and he said in his mouth.
During the Qing'an Mansion and his party, the young people in front of him left a deep impression on him.
Not only because of his amazing accomplishments in calligraphy and painting, after that day, driven by curiosity, I also learned more about him from my old friend Dong Wenyun.
The author of the lectures handed down from generation to generation has an unmatched poetic talent. The sentence "falling in love with the upper floors" made countless literati blush and reformed the method of torture. Of course, Yan Zhang himself still loves his running script the most. The three characters on the plaque are copied day and night , Now it has eight or nine points of charm.
The last time I didn't ask Li Yi for advice because of my face. After returning to Beijing, I regretted my good face in my heart. The master is a teacher. Compared with the progress of calligraphy, what is face
It was beyond Yan Zhang's expectation to meet him again at Li's house. When he saw the wine glass on the table, his eyes lit up. Write three words.
He looked up at Li Yi and asked, "How?"
Li Yi bowed his head, and the three characters "Li Xianwei" that had not yet dried up on the table were written in a chic and elegant style, faintly resembling the running script style of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi.
Based on these three characters alone, it can be seen that this Yan Shilang's calligraphy has already entered the hall.
"So-so." Li Yi gave a very pertinent evaluation.
Wang Xizhi's reputation as a calligrapher is inseparable from decades of hard practice. He can learn half of the charm after just copying the three characters for a few days. The description "so-so" is already a great compliment .
Of course Yan Zhang understood this, the more times he copied those three characters, the more he knew the gap between him and the writer, and he would not use age to judge whether the young man in front of him was qualified to say this sentence.
However, Yan Zhang understands, but it does not mean that everyone understands.
"So-so? You are an arrogant young man. Although Yan Zhang's writing is not on the table, it is not something you can appreciate." A voice came from the side, and a refined man said while looking at the writing on the table.
The elegant man turned around the table with his hands behind his back, and wondered: "Tsk tsk, I haven't seen you for a long time, but brother Yan's running script has become more and more refined. Could it be that he stole the plaque from another famous family and has been studying it these days?"
Yan Zhang had a displeased expression on his face, what do you mean that his handwriting could not be put on the table? Although the guy opposite him came from a scholarly family, but the calligraphy master of the Zuo family is Mr. Zuo and not him Zuo Qiu, why is he so proud
"Master Zuo's regular script is upright, and he can be called the number one person in Jingguo. Compared with his old man, Yan's handwriting is naturally not on the table. Zuo Shaojian has a deep biography of Zuo Master, so Yan is naturally not as good as Zuo Shaojian." Yan Zhang retorted.
He was taught by Zuo Qiu's father, because he was called Master Zuo.
On the surface, what he said was a compliment, but the secret meaning was to irony that the other party could only fight for his father, and he didn't have any real talents.
Although the two are family friends, they usually get along very well, but whenever they talk about what they are good at, they always have to mock each other.
Zuo Qiu looked at it for a while with his hands behind his back, until the handwriting on the table became blurred, then nodded and said: "It's strange, it's strange, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you have made such great progress. Could it be that you really got the advice of an expert, or Which famous post did you find?"
Yan Zhang twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "Let's not talk about this for now, you keep saying that this young man is arrogant, why don't you compare with this arrogant young man, you are also good at running script, so you use your fingers to write on this table. A few words, let's see who is the arrogant one?"
Zuo Qiu shook his head, and said: "It's about the same as you, and him? If people find out, they will definitely say that I, Zuo Qiu, bullied the younger generation."
""Xiping Stone Classic"." Yan Zhang looked at him and said: "After the comparison, if you think your writing is better, I will give you "Xiping Stone Classic". If you lose, don't blame me for dismantling it tonight." The plaque of the Left Mansion."
Zuo Qiu's eyes lit up suddenly, and he said uncertainly: "You mean the original post of "Xi Ping Shi Jing"? This thing is indeed in your place."
"Xiping Stone Classic" is the creator of Feibai style, the masterpiece of Cai Yong in the Eastern Han Dynasty. The original post is of great collection and research value. It is a blessing to get it. As for the plaque of Zuofu, he has never worried about it. His calligraphy attainments are not considered great, but they can also be described as small successes. How could he lose to a young boy who is still young
Even if he started practicing from the womb, it is impossible to beat himself.
"How about it, do you dare?" Yan Zhang looked at him and asked with a smile.
"Why don't you dare?" Zuo Qiu laughed loudly and said, "It's rare for you to be so generous, how can I spoil brother Yan's interest?"
After finishing speaking, I dipped my fingers in the wine, and in a short while, the four characters "Fu Ru Dong Hai" appeared on the table, flowing freely and uninterrupted.
Writing with a finger dipped in wine can have such an effect, and ordinary people are afraid that it is far behind with a brush. Zuo Qiu's calligraphy skills can be seen.
"Quick, it's your turn." Yan Zhang didn't look at Zuo Qiu's writing at all, with a tricky smile on his face, he was already planning how to remove the plaque of Zuo's family at night, and hurriedly urged Li Yidao.
Zuo Qiu wanted his "Xi Ping Shi Jing", it was just a dream, and it would be almost the same for Mr. Zuo. Even if Mr. Zuo came in person, Yan Zhang was 70% sure that he would win.
Seeing Yan Zhang's expression, Zuo Qiu's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly he felt a bad feeling.
Yan Zhang is not a fool, the "Xiping Stone Classic" must be extremely important to himself, how could it be possible to give it away for nothing
Could it be that he really has the certainty of victory
Turning his head to look at the young junior again, Zuo Qiu shook his head, suppressing this unrealistic thought.
"Not interested." Li Yi glanced at the words on the table, shook his head and said.
What is the "Xiping Stone Classic", what is the plaque of the Zuo family, what does it have to do with him, this Yan Shilang has a good plan, he is using himself as a prop - are the two of them familiar
To tear down someone's plaque is tantamount to slapping someone in the face, it's a big revenge...
The expression on Yan Zhang's face froze, he hurriedly grabbed his arm and said, "I owe you a favor!"
Li Yixin said that when he robbed the plaque last time, he had already owed him a favor, and he didn't take it seriously. It was obvious that the favor of the servant was worthless.
However, Li Yi didn't want to be pestered by him like this, so he drank some wine and scratched two words on the table, preparing to leave this place of right and wrong, so that the two of them could talk about the old days.
"Haha, is this what you rely on?"
Seeing the scribbled writing on the table, Zuo Qiu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, patted Yan Zhang on the shoulder, and said, "Brother Yan, I will send someone to the house to pick up the "Xiping Stone" in the morning. by "."
Unexpectedly, Li Yi didn't give him face at all, Yan Zhang was a little anxious, and grabbed his arm tightly, "Write carefully, if you win, you can make a request to me, as long as it is not too much..."
"Stop, Yan Xiaoer, what are you doing!" Just as Yan Zhang was shaking Li Yi's arm violently, a coquettish voice suddenly came from not far away.