"...I don't know if I already have the whole poem, or just got some fragments?"
At the Qinhuai River, Qin Lao asked Ning Yi, and Kang Xian sighed: "Three mountains are halfway to the blue sky, and the two waters divide Bailuzhou... It's just a fragment, but it's already the attitude of everyone who has entered the hall. …”
Ning Yi looked at the poem, and then laughed: "Oh, the sentence." He spread his hands, "I don't know the poem..."
"This kid is not sincere, otherwise he will get a few good poems today..."
That is to say, but nowadays when writing poems and lyrics, it is common for authors to occasionally get incomplete sentences. The two of them stopped talking about it, and then they talked about calligraphy, which is a very professional field, and it can also be said that poetry is written. It is someone else's, but the words cannot be said to have been written by someone else. Besides, several fonts above are self-contained and have formed a system. Both of them are experts in this way, and they can naturally see the doorway at a glance.
For the calligraphy masters like them, the Chinese characters of a brush stroke have their own soul and bones. The handwriting written by these charcoal bars may not reach the level of masters, but it has shown enough skill. Just like Nie Yunzhu's perception, no one can think that there will be people who practice this type of calligraphy at home and can write such handwriting with charcoal sticks. Naturally, their calligraphy skills are still inferred, especially those before. The fonts they have never seen before have an indescribable value for them.
In the end, the italic boldface that looks like a square may just be innovative, but it doesn't have much reference value, just like a more advanced urchin's game. However, the Song script and the thin gold style of writing that "Three mountains are half-falling beyond the blue sky, and two waters divide Bailuzhou" really make the two feel pleasing to the eye and have a good way.
These two fonts only appeared in the Song Dynasty. The trajectory of the Wu Dynasty is similar to that of the Song Dynasty. There are many literati and Confucianism is highly developed. Various innovations have appeared in the process of seeking innovation and change, and these two fonts are undoubtedly innovative. And most in line with contemporary aesthetic results.
Those who are one step ahead of the times are geniuses, and those who are two steps ahead often become lunatics. These two fonts are just standing on the basis of the times, and it seems that they have achieved qualitative changes from quantitative changes, making a perfect breakthrough. results. When Ning Yi wrote it, he probably didn't think too much about it. At most, he was just a little surprised to explain the problem. But in his way of thinking, even if he didn't take the initiative to think about it, all kinds of complex trade-offs were subconscious. It's already done, and it's just the simplest result. It doesn't matter if these cultural things are blindly hidden, and his final "unreliable" italic bold is just right to prove that he likes to mess around with these things on weekdays. Interesting things can not only maintain the impact of Song and thin gold, but also make this stunning and impact natural, not just blindly sharp.
As for the subsequent discussions on calligraphy, Ning Yi remained silent most of the time, and only occasionally said a few key points that he knew. These two are real masters, and their basic skills are much more solid than their own. Naturally, they talk less and listen more. Hide the humble. He is bored these days, and he is also improving his calligraphy skills. Occasionally listening to a sentence or two, he also thinks it is very helpful.
If they were ordinary talented scholars and scholars, it would be impossible to get such teaching from the two of them. Of course, if the two of them had a teaching attitude, they would probably explain to their disciples in a targeted manner. Ordinary students listened too much. On the contrary, it was useless, but Ning Yi's own ability to summarize, distinguish, and organize is super strong, and he only admires the two people's profound knowledge in this area, and he will not worship or blindly obey. It doesn't matter if he listens.
The discussion about calligraphy lasted for about half an hour. A few people occasionally took charcoal sticks to write and draw on the whiteboard. Their hands were already black, and then they washed their hands by the river. Qin Lao and Kang Lao don't talk about charcoal and brush strokes at this time. With the level shown by Ning Yi, they are just doing some innovations in the small academy, and there is no need for them to mention it. Of course, if you want to promote it, there must be problems. Ning Yi clapped his hands, then shook the water droplets on his hands, and said casually: "Actually, the charcoal is really bad for writing, but I plan to get some plaster in a few days and see if I can make a few pieces of chalk to use, and then I will paint the board black. , the writing on it is white, clearer than this charcoal writing, and easy to scrub."
"Gypsum?" Kang Lao asked in confusion, "What is the chalk?"
"After calcining the gypsum with fire, adding water and stirring, and then condensing into strips in the mold, when it can be used for writing, it is not easy to blur compared to charcoal, and the hands will not be so dirty."
At this time in the Wu Dynasty, the gypsum lime was already available, Kang Lao thought about it, and then nodded: "That's right, after the gypsum is calcined, it can indeed be used for writing... Oh, you don't need to find someone else for this matter, if you want , the old man can order someone to make a batch with you, but I don’t know what the specific size and shape are, and what else should be paid attention to.”
Ning Yi knew that Kang Xian's family had a great career, and since he opened his mouth, he naturally did not refuse, and made a chalk gesture at the moment. The process of making chalk is very simple. Even if it is not done deliberately, some hard blocks formed in the lime kiln can barely be used for writing, and there is not much to say: "You can ask the craftsman to try it a few more times, or add some For impurities such as clay, it is best to try to find the most suitable ratio for writing.”
"This old man naturally saves it. Agui." Kang Lao went out every day, and the four attendants of two men and two women were always nearby, and at this time, he called someone next to him, "You also heard what Ning Gongzi said, after returning home. , and then ordered this matter." The man bowed and said "yes".
"Haha, I've been talking about words just now, but the tea is cold..."
Previously, the three of them had charcoal sticks in their hands, and the brewed tea was not easy to drink. At this time, it was a little later, and they didn't have much interest in playing chess. A few people sat there for a while at the tea stall, and Kang Xian's maid made another tea. New tea is here. The white wooden board was still next to it, and the topic was naturally still circling the words. After a while, Mr. Qin commented on the styles of some calligraphy masters. He is also good at calligraphy. After teasing, Kang Xian also laughed and scolded: "The official script, the cursive, the old man may not be as good as you, if you are talking about the regular script, you are far worse than the old man."
Old Qin said with a smile: "This is a specialization in the art industry. Duke Ming trains people in the way of a gentleman all day long. If the regular script is poor, he will lose his convincing power. It is just for the convenience of training people to train the regular script to such a state. , Duke Ming is the first person in history..."
After joking for a moment, Qin Lao thought about it and turned the conversation, "... However, seeing Liheng's handwriting reminds me of one person. This person is also my Qin family, and he is quite talented. When he was in Tokyo in his early years, he once Throwing it into the old man with a scroll, his talent and conversation are extremely outstanding, and he is good at writing. It's just that his handwriting was not out of the way, but now I don't know how."
The corners of Ning Yi's eyes twitched slightly, and on the other side, Kang Xian laughed: "What Duke Qin said, could it be Qin Hui, who is currently the imperial censor, Qin Huizhi?"
Qin Lao nodded: "This is the person. A few years ago, the Liao people went south and captured his family. However, this person is also brave and resourceful. When the Liao people attacked Shanyang, they took the opportunity to bring their family back to the south. Oh... now he is the imperial censor?"
"This matter has been reported in the newspaper of the residence a month ago. Because of the deeds of returning to the south, he is very much used now, especially in times of crisis, he still did not forget to send his wife. It is said that in Liao at the time, the Liao people wanted to send his wife to him. Detained, the two took great pains to perform a good show, and Fang was able to go south and return to the south. On the way to escape, he was discovered by the Liao people. It was also a few loyal servants who tried their best to escape at the rear of the palace. Such deeds are even more precious. However, nowadays, the court is not blindly admiring him. There are a lot of doubts about his return to the south.
Qin Lao thought about it and shook his head: "It's hard to say, but it's not a gentleman to speculate without any basis. According to what the old man saw that day, this person has a good character, is a righteous person, and is concerned about the country and the people. It's definitely not pretending, what happens in the future, let's see what it does. Heh... Speaking of which, the hometown of Huizhi is also in Jiangning. If he comes in the future, Liheng can meet with him, and maybe he will have a common language. …”
Ning Yi blinked, and then touched his nose somewhat complicatedly. After a while, he finally laughed and nodded perfunctorily.
Qin Lao and Kang Lao couldn't see anything wrong. Kang Xian took a sip from the teacup and looked at Ning Yi: "However, Liheng is so talented, doesn't he really have the slightest idea of fame?"
Purely in terms of time, Ning Yi's relationship with the two is not very long. As Kang Xian said, they are just friends who play chess and chat. It's just that these literati are mostly worried about the country and the people. The idea of establishing a mind for the world, establishing a destiny for the life and the people, inheriting the unique learning from the past, creating peace for all generations, or learning the arts of literature and martial arts and selling them to the emperor's family are undoubtedly things that need not be discussed. Now it seems that Qin Lao is only playing chess leisurely every day, and Kang Xian is also a rich and idle person, but there must be complicated reasons for it.
From the contacts in these days, to the water tunes of the Mid-Autumn Festival, to the text and chalk at this time, all kinds of things, for them, the matter of Ning Yi's talent and learning no longer needs to be discussed, and the next questions will be clear. stand up. Just like in the past, it was a pity that Mr. Qin occasionally sighed that he was a son-in-law. In fact, it was more of a sigh than a question, but the meaning of this question at this time was not the same.
In this afternoon's conversation, between the lines, Ning Yi's intention to deny the name of a genius is obvious, it seems that it is not a joke or a perfunctory. There is no one in the world who really does not have the slightest idea of fame, there must be some hidden feelings. And the identities of these two people are not simple. Since Kang Xian asked this sentence with such an attitude, in fact, he has really moved the idea of cherishing talents. This is already... the attitude of intending to help.
The autumn wind blew bleakly from the river bank, stroking the willow branches, Qin Lao raised the tea cup, and slowly blew the tea leaves in the cup, his eyes raised, obviously also curious about Ning Yi's answer. Feeling the meaning of the words, Ning Yi shook his head lightly.
"I know no one will believe it if I say it like this, but... there are some things I really don't want to do. I don't want to touch it whether it's talented, famous, or famous. This... It's true."
"Um?"