I saw that Zheng Chong had just put away his pen, and the ink on the white paper was still wet. A beauty was born on the white paper, standing on the top of the mountain, floating like a fairy in the clouds and mist.
The beauty's face is slightly round, and her eyes are big and lively, as if she is looking forward, which makes her shine. There is a little beauty mole on the forehead, which adds a bit of charm.
Dressed in simple and elegant clothes, black hair shawl, a little hair scattered slightly in the wind, sleeves fluttering, as if to go away in the wind.
"This beauty is really alive, like a real person." Chen Guhong exclaimed, playing chess, calligraphy and painting, he is good at playing chess and running calligraphy. Playing chess is the embodiment of computing power, Chen Guhong's running script is imitating some fonts from his previous life, so he can't be regarded as a master.
He can also draw and play the piano.
But these two things need to pay attention to spirituality. His paintings are full of craftsmanship. Although there is nothing wrong with them, they can be seen at a glance.
The piano he played was also perfect, but there was no breath, and anyone who heard it would find it strange.
But this Zheng Chong's painting has its own agility.
And it may be an illusion, Chen Guhong always feels that this painting has a demonic aura, and the beauty in the painting seems to be staring at him.
Chen Guhong looked again, only to find that the evil spirit dissipated with the wind, and although the beauty was still agile, she didn't look at him again. Chen Guhong didn't think it was an illusion, so he asked Gao Zhuang in his mind: "Old Gao, what happened just now."
Gao Zhuang didn't speak, and seemed to be meditating. After a while, he sighed: "There are rumors that some people's paintings can come back to life, like the monsters of plants and trees turned into monsters, with thoughts and bodies. The beauty drawn by Zheng Chong has a demonic aura just now. Although It is faint, and it didn't take shape in the end, but it does exist. This Zheng Chong's painting is not far away."
"There is such a thing?" Chen Guhong was greatly surprised, feeling mysterious and erratic.
"There are strange things in the world, which seem to be stories from the Arabian Nights, but in fact they are just mortals' short-sightedness. Before the birth of the Primordial Spirit, the Lord also believed that there were no immortals in the world?"
Gao Zhuang laughed.
"Too."
Chen Guhong thought so too. But for this friend Zheng Chong, he looked at him with admiration. According to the book, this friend is definitely a strange person. I also remembered that this friend's clothes were washed whiter than his, and the poor jingle around the house. So he couldn't help but asked: "Brother Zheng, your Dan Qing brush is definitely top-notch, why don't you think about selling paintings for a living?"
Unexpectedly, Zheng Chong was taken aback for a moment, and then asked back: "Danqing is for self-entertainment, if it is a friend, it can be given as a gift. Isn't it too vulgar to talk about money?"
"All right!"
Chen Guhong was speechless, as the saying goes, a talented person must have stubbornness. This friend of mine is highly talented, but despises wealth. No wonder the clinking sound of poverty.
Chen Guhong felt a bit of sympathy in his heart, but he didn't want him to change. It is precisely because my friend is crazy about painting that I can draw monster-like paintings. If my body is full of copper stink, I may lose my spirituality.
"According to Gao Zhuang, this friend is not far away from the uncanny workmanship. If he can make paintings of living monsters in the future, he will surely be able to soar into the sky. There is no need to worry about him."
After thinking about it, Chen Guhong stopped thinking about it. Immediately there was a little itching in his heart, and he said: "I want a picture of a knight, can you make one for me, Brother Zheng?"
"It's just a matter of nosy." Zheng Chong smiled, very happy.
Then he unfolded a blank sheet of paper and began to draw. But with the effort of a stick of incense, the black and white landscape ink painting jumped out. There is a river in the painting, and there are Jiaos in the river.
There is a knight walking with a sword behind his back. The knight has a high forehead, big and bright eyes, and a beard full of broken beards on his chin. He looks extremely rough and heroic.
A swordsman's spirit came to his face.
"Good painting." Chen Guhong couldn't help saying.
"After it's air-dried, you can take it back and mount it." Zheng Chong gently dried the ink and said with a smile.
"Very good." Chen Guhong said happily.
"Good painting." At this time Wu Zhengchun had calmed down, straightened his hair, came over, and praised the ink painting on the table. Then he said casually: "I also want to ask for a picture of a knight."
"Wait for a moment." Zheng Chong smiled brightly, and started to paint again. Soon after, he made another picture of a completely different knight. Chen Guhong and Wu Zhengchun lamented the uncanny workmanship.
Although the scholars are high-spirited, but one or two confidantes are present here, playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting for entertainment, the time flies so fast that it is evening before you know it.
"Brother Wang, why hasn't he come back yet?" Chen Guhong asked a little puzzled.
"Maybe it's a setback." Wu Zhengchun was drinking tea, put down his teacup after hearing this, and frowned slightly.
"Frustrated?" Chen Guhong was puzzled.
"Brother Wang Xian just went to visit Liang Sheng in Xuanzhou, how could he be frustrated?" Zheng Chong also didn't understand.
Wu Zhengchun showed some embarrassment on his face. After thinking for a while, he said: "There are some things that shouldn't be said behind the scenes, but we friends, let me talk about it." After a pause, Wu Zhengchun said: "The handsome Liang Shengsheng from Xuanzhou, The appearance is first-class, and when you meet the big girl, the little woman will be in love with her. The talent is soaring and earth-shattering. Therefore, Shi Miaomiao can't help bowing down. But she is very lonely and self-admiring, and it is difficult to get close to her."
"Oh, it's inevitable for a talented person to admire himself alone." Zheng Chong snorted, with a look of habit.
Chen Guhong frowned, this solitary beauty is hard to get close to. It wouldn't hurt to mention it separately. The world takes great care of talented people.
But now Wang Song went to visit, but didn't come back. The combination of these two things made people worry.
"He is an official from generation to generation, and his reputation is terrifying. Although Brother Wu Xiandi said that there is no difference in status between scholars, how many people are as generous as Brother Wu Xiandi? If there is a conflict, it will be bad."
Thinking of this, Chen Guhong felt unable to sit still.
After all, they are classmates and friends.
"It would be bad if there was a conflict, I'll look for it." Chen Guhong got up and said.
"Although there may be setbacks, there will be no conflicts. After all, Liang Sheng is also from a scholarly family, so he has to be concerned about his face. Brother Chen, you are too worrying."
Wu Zhengchun shook his head and smiled. He is also from a scholarly family and a family of officials, so his words carry a lot of weight. But Chen Guhong still felt worried, so he said: "It's okay to look for it, and if there's anything wrong, I can help you on the spot."
"Okay, then I'll go too." Wu Zhengchun shrugged, got up and said.
"I'll go too." Zheng Chong put down the painting and said loyally.
Chen Guhong nodded, and the group left the guest room to find Wang Song. At this moment, a slave trotted all the way from the front, and came to the three of them, panting.
Chen Guhong and the three of them knew something was wrong when their hearts sank.
The house slave gasped for a moment, and said anxiously: "Young masters, that prince has clashed with Mr. Liang Sheng from Xuanzhou."