After the author's name was announced, there was a buzz of whispers from the audience.
"Bo Jiang? Which master is Bo Jiang?"
“I’ve never heard of this name before…”
"Bo Jiang... Is this the uneducated youngest son of the Bo family branch who ran off to join the entertainment industry?"
Yu Rongshi heard the masters behind him whispering to each other. As experts, they knew how to appreciate a piece of calligraphy better than laymen.
The reason why calligraphy can be called a work of art is not only because the characters are written beautifully.
Calligraphy pays attention to the brushwork, calligraphy, composition, and ink techniques, and the highest level is to express the image with the shape, or to express the image with the shape. Paintings express the image with colors and lines, while calligraphy can construct a world that can convey meaning with just black squares, circles, dots, and lines, and it can often reflect the writer's personality.
Just as the cursive script is free and unrestrained and the regular script is quiet and elegant, what makes the Liuyun style famous is the noble and reserved hidden depression, and the "passing" meaning that is extreme and fast. Like floating clouds, noble and short-lived, and like a flying stream, these two extreme characteristics are combined to form the Liuyun style, which is exactly in line with the life experience of the creator of the book, the martyr Zibai Jiang.
A handsome and noble young man whose life was full of splendor and brilliance, but whose beauty was only fleeting.
The characters can reflect a person's state of mind. Because of the extreme, difficult to grasp and "auspicious" state of mind, there are very few calligraphy masters who like and are good at this type of font. The works of Liuyun style calligraphy that have been handed down from 500 years ago are very rare. Several works belonging to Bai Xijiang are even treasured in museums, and only dozens of his brother's works are still circulated among the people.
But the one that Bo Jiang took out now...
"The characters are elegant and have a certain shape." The vice president of the S City Calligraphy Association gave a very high evaluation, "It is really amazing that he can achieve such a level at such a young age..."
"It's so terrifying!"
"I've seen Bai Xiujiang's original work in the B City Museum. This kid's work is 80% similar!" another person exclaimed.
They know that the remaining two points come from different paper and ink and five hundred years of oxidation and decomposition...
The old professors of the calligraphy association did not make any comments such as "This kid should be kept". They were very focused in the discussion and showed regret when they knew that this guy had entered the entertainment industry.
"What can we do about it? After all, the entertainment industry is about making money, and everyone has their own aspirations." An old man smiled helplessly.
The audiences knew how to appreciate art just like them. But they happened to encounter a unique environment - another piece of Liuyun calligraphy handed down from ancient times was just displayed in front of them.
The audience knows how to appreciate and compare, so they can naturally tell whether the calligraphy is good or bad. Bo Jiang raised her lips, listening to the praises behind her, and heard someone beside her say carelessly: "Is there much difference between the previous one and this one? If not, why not buy the current one and hang it... in the newly renovated living room, it can be cheaper than the previous one. Liuyun style? Oh, it's the calligraphy of feudal nobles, it has culture and status, it's suitable for our family! It just so happens that we are making a historical figure card mobile game recently!"
Bo Jiang: …
Bo Jiang turned his head and saw a young man in his twenties sitting next to him. The young man looked a little handsome, wearing a light blue sweater with a name tag in front of him that read "Lu Cheng, CEO of an independent game studio". He looked like a successful entrepreneur who had suddenly become rich, and was talking to his friend next to him.
The young man noticed that Bo Jiang was looking at him and waved to him in a friendly manner: "Hey brother, are you interested in that calligraphy and painting?"
Bo Jiang: …
That's what I wrote.
Bo Jiang snorted in contempt and turned away coldly. The young man was disappointed and scratched his head, finally realizing how he had offended this person.
However, this person is quite good-looking, but the way he looks at people is a bit creepy.
Yu Rongshi lowered his eyes and stared at his phone.
The pages on the screen tell in detail a series of stories about Bai Yuyuan and the Emperor of Beiyang. Many creators even wrote fan fictions about the "friendship" between the two. In the novels, the Emperor of Beiyang is affectionate and domineering, while Bai Yuyuan is stubborn and beautiful. The city-state destroyed by their love has become a touchstone of true love. Amid the screams of the people and the flames of war, they kissed and made love.
One of his novels had actually been made into a movie. What surprised him even more was the name of the staff member in charge of the background music in the production team of the movie that would be released this year or the year after.
It's a pseudonym.
is a pseudonym that Yu Rongshi can recognize at a glance.
"… Only five years, is that enough time for medical parole?" he said lightly.
Yu Rongshi felt his fingers starting to hurt again.
When did this pain start? Was it eight years ago? Or seven years ago
He will always remember those days. He adhered to the spirit of youth and sense of justice and refused the award from the senior. After that, what he received was not flowers and applause, but the ostracism and roar of the tsunami.
He remembers being forced to retreat behind the scenes, locking himself in a room, writing songs day and night. He believes in his talent, and believes that as long as he works hard enough and lets the industry see his value, he will always have the opportunity to stand up again, to show, and to overthrow.
Until every song he wrote, was easily released by that predecessor under the name of his own "original" before he even released it.
He is like a traveler who can travel through the time tunnel between the future and the present. He can always get songs created by others one step ahead, release them in advance, and then use them for his own purposes.
But this time, the only person he targeted was Yu Rongshi. The senior was like a dense sponge, and any movement would block his entire future. Yu Rongshi could not make a breakthrough or develop unless he died. All his efforts would only bring more songs to another enemy.
He was even held on the shoulder by that person when he passed by him in the company.
He still remembered what the man said when he was young.
"... Do you think you are a messenger of justice, little devil?" The man took Yu Rongshi's hand, and when he saw the scars on it, he suddenly laughed, "Look at your fingers, you have plucked a lot of strings and written a lot of songs recently? Why..."
"In the end, my reputation as a genius was a bargain."
“Kid, the entertainment industry doesn’t care about justice or not. The entertainment industry only cares about profits. As long as I can continue to produce singles for them that can sell millions or tens of millions of CDs, they will be willing to suppress any scandals for me.” The man smiled and repeated in a strange way what Yu Rongshi said when he refused to accept the award, “‘Compared to awards, I believe in justice more.’ Justice? What a naive statement? After you said that, I went back and laughed for three hours, hahahaha…”
People were coming and going on the corridor, but no one dared to disturb the two people in the corner.
. They just dare to disturb.
They are just watching the joke.
A joke about an ant trying to shake a tree.
He had defeated that person's ability, and the only thing he could do was to be faster than that person - practice more, release songs faster, and then test that person's ability to get the prerequisites for the song in advance. He believed that any superhuman ability would have its limits. He calmly and desperately hit the stone, and there would always be a day when the stone would be broken. If this way didn't work, then he would try another one.
Yu Rongshi thought, perhaps his life was completely distorted from that time on.
Just like now, when he saw the information of those two people, he wanted to do something, still for the purpose of "for pleasure"...
"Teacher Yu."
In the intense darkness, he heard Yi Wan's voice. Yu Rongshi restrained his emotions, turned around, and saw Yi Wan looking at him.
"What's wrong?"
"The subsequent auction price of this calligraphy and painting may be higher." Yi Wan said slowly, "Are you sure you still want to bid for it for me?"
"Why did you come here?" Yu Rongshi said, "I promised you."
"Oh," Yi Wan said, "but you didn't laugh just now."
It was difficult for Yu Rong to smile when he recalled the past. In the noisy and face-slapping scene that belonged to Bo Jiang, he looked at Yi Wan. Among all the chaotic praises or the idiotic jealous remarks that would soon be slapped in the face, only Yi Wan was the only affected and fixed anchor.
He suddenly felt a little relieved.
"The painting by Bai Yuyuan was sold for 960,000 yuan, right?" Yu Rongshi said, "What do you think of me bidding for your teammate's painting for 1 million yuan?"
He was stunned by Yi Wan.
"One million... that's a bit of a premium." Yi Wan said tactfully, "You can't spend a lot of money like this."
"Anyway, it's not for the Bo family, but to be donated to children in the southwest." Yu Rongshi said, "and..."
He put his lips close to Yi Wan's ear and said, "Do you think the value of your teammate's calligraphy and painting should be lower than that of Bai Yuyuan?"
Yi Wan said: "I know. I only know two things."
Yu Rongshi: “What?”
"I'll tell you after you win the bid." Yi Wan said, "The auction has started."
Yu Rongshi:
Bo Jiang's calligraphy and paintings caused a small climax in the auction. No one could have imagined that the calligraphy and paintings of such a well-known child of the Bo family could be sold at such a grand price. The bidders were only calligraphy and painting masters, passers-by who wanted to join in the fun, the boss of an independent game studio who wanted to take the works back to decorate his studio, and Bo Xin who wanted to give the works to a female star or to make his brother happy.
Among them, the person that Bo Jiang most wanted his works to fall into was Bo Xin's hands.
Lu Cheng raised the price several times, but gave up when the price was close to 500,000. He said to the people around him, "I'm crazy to spend 500,000 to buy a calligraphy. I'd better spend money to buy a calligraphy brush material library and ask the artist to print it for me to hang in the living room... Hmm, why do I feel a little cold behind me?"
Lu Cheng looked back in confusion, looked at the young man who was sitting one seat away from him, then turned away coldly with a hint of displeasure on his face.
Lu Cheng raised the price again, and after him, another bidder was about to give up the bid. Seeing that the painting was about to fall into Bo Xin's hands at the price of 540,000, Yu Rongshi raised his bid again.
"One million," he said.
This bid shocked everyone, especially the reporters sitting in the venue. They wrote furiously to record this legendary auction process. Even the auctioneer asked for confirmation several times: "Are you sure you want to bid this price?"
"Sure." Yu Rongshi said.
The auctioneer wiped his sweat and said, "It's hard to find a satisfactory item at a high price. Thank you Mr. Yu Rongshi for your donation to the charity auction."
Bo Jiang's calligraphy was indeed good, but it was definitely not worth the price. Amidst the uproar, the calligraphy eventually fell into Yu Rongshi's hands.
The charity auction ended successfully. Buyers took their cards and went backstage to redeem their items. Seeing several reporters taking pictures, Yu Rongshi asked Yi Wan in a good-tempered manner: "Can you tell me what the two things are now?"
Yi Wan said: "First of all, Mr. Yu's offer of this price has increased the fame of this calligraphy, which means that I can get more money when I sell it."
Yu Rongshi: "Well, what about the second one?"
"The second thing is." Yi Wan looked at Bo Jiang who was coming towards them, and the camera flashes of several reporters behind him taking pictures of him coming towards them, "From today on, there will be news about you and Bo Jiang on the Internet..."
Yu Rongshi:
Yi Wan: "I'm a fan of both CP and CP."
Yu Rongshi: …
"Who would have known that actor Yu Rongshi is low-key, modest and extravagant, and has kept himself clean for several years without any scandals.
Until one day he spent millions of dollars at an auction to buy a painting by a young rookie trainee who had not yet debuted.
Everyone wondered why. Until one day, someone saw the movie star pressing the trainee against the wall backstage…”
Yi Wan silently blocked the comments he had written in his head until he heard Yu Rong say helplessly, "... Never mind, let them do whatever they want. Yi Wan, this is your sign, it belongs to Bo Jiang's calligraphy."
"What is Teacher Yu going to do?"
“Contact the museum staff I know and ask them to put the other two items I photographed in the museum.”
"Forget about the calligraphy... Teacher Yu, do you plan to keep the vase?" Yi Wan said quietly, "You paid for it."
"I have no use for it anyway. I took the photo purely for donation." Yu Rongshi said.
He said this in a casual manner, without any disguise, but from the bottom of his heart: "By the way, I have to find someone to look after the accounts of the Bo family..."
As he said this, he turned to the backstage to deal with the donation of the items he had photographed. Yi Wan silently watched his back.
He turned around and prepared to respond to Bo Jiang's question.
"... I didn't expect that this work would end up in your hands." Bo Jiang said.
Yi Wan: "Well, I believe it will have great room for appreciation."
"Really?" Yi Wan's words startled him a little. He smiled, but his expression was not relaxed, but a little cold. "Was this taken by Yu Rongshi for you?"
This made Yi Wan feel a little strange, but he nodded: "I helped Brother Yu..."
Then he heard Bo Jiang's sudden cold voice.
Bo Jiang said: "But do you know a saying? 'The gift given by fate has already been marked with its price.'"
Yi Wan:
Bo Jiang looked at his dull appearance and felt a little annoyed for a moment.
Yi Wanyu had been to the palace, so how could she be so stupid when it came to the ways of the world
That Children's Palace is not worthy of being a palace, but it only teaches music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and does not teach the ways of the world? Could it be the residence of some hermit
"If you want calligraphy and paintings in the future, you can come to me directly." Bo Jiang said, "I am very curious about what your master is like. He actually taught you to understand... That's all."
The auction was over, but the subsequent activities were not over. Bo Jiang saw Bo Xin and his friends heading to the back of the auction hall, presumably to have some drinks and have fun. Qin Xue followed him, looking a little embarrassed, but as if she had no way to refuse.
There was no trace of Qin Xue in Bo Jiang's eyes. He pursed his lips, thinking about the humiliation Bo Xin had inflicted on him, his eyes dimmed slightly.
"You can rest in the hall for a while." Bo Jiang said calmly, "I will send someone to take you back."
After saying that, he walked towards the banquet hall at the back.
The auction hall was far from the small hall where Bo Xin was entertaining guests. Bo Jiang soon heard the sound of several people chatting and having fun inside. The buildings of the Bo family were all antique-style buildings, and the place where several people were chatting and having fun looked like a pavilion.
"Thin Jiang..."
"The Bo family..."
"Liuyun style, calligraphy, at the firm..."
"What do you know about iris5?"
The people inside seemed to be discussing topics related to him, including Qin Xue's dry response from time to time. Several people seemed to be asking Qin Xue for information about him. Qin Xue was somewhat reluctant, but because of the face of several people, she gave a few pieces of information.
Bo Jiang walked around the pavilion, listening to the noise inside. The light in the pavilion was dim.
In his previous life, he often encountered such scenes.
Being the son of a dying emperor is not an easy thing. It means a lot of suspicion, a lot of intrigues, including the intrigues of his good brother.
Bo Jiang often wondered, if he had known about the affair between his brother and the Beiyang hostage earlier, and had ordered someone to break the window paper of those dim rooms sooner, could he have avoided the conspiracies and tragedies
But unfortunately he doesn’t have hands now, so he has to do it himself.
He smiled coldly, stretched out his finger, and was about to poke a hole through the window paper, using his eyes to check who was inside...
Then he heard a voice coming from behind.
"The windows are now covered with glass and paper, which were poked and broken," the man said innocently.