Literary Master 1978

Early on Saturday morning, when Lin Chaoyang went to work, he took a scroll and went out. Tao Yushu asked, "What do you do with this at work?"

"You don't understand!" Lin Chaoyang smiled mysteriously at her.

Tao Yushu thought for a moment and knew what he was going to do, "You're not trying to flatter my dad, are you?"

"Vulgar! How can I call this flattering? I'm asking dad to taste it!"

Tao Yushu's eyes flashed with a smile.

After get off work, Lin Chaoyang came to Tao's house. When he entered, Tao Yucheng looked at the scroll he was holding and asked, "Chaoyang, what is this?"

"I went to the store to buy paintings a few days ago and happened to see a painting with good calligraphy. I asked my dad to help me take a look."

Tao Yucheng was full of curiosity when he heard this, and followed Lin Chaoyang into Tao's father's bedroom.

At this moment, Father Tao was reading a book with his reading glasses on, "Dad, Chaoyang has brought you something good!"

Father Tao took off his reading glasses and asked with a smile: "What good thing is it?"

Lin Chaoyang slowly unfolded the scroll, and Tao's father put on his reading glasses to take a closer look.

"Shen Yinmo's words!"

Shen Yinmo was born in 1883. He studied in Japan in his early years and later served as a professor at Yenching University and president of Peking University. He is famous for his calligraphy. In the early years of the Republic of China, in calligraphy circles, he and Yu Youren were both known as "the south sinks to the north," and in the 1940s there was another direct saying of "the south sinks to the north, and Wu".

After the 1950s, his calligraphy skills reached such a high level that Mr. Xu Pingyu said: "Beyond the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, and directly enter the four schools of the Song Dynasty without any shame."

Professor Xie Zhiliu, leader of the Forbidden City appraisal team, believes that his calligraphy: "For hundreds of years, there have been many calligraphers, but no one has surpassed him."

The calligraphy that Lin Chaoyang brought was a poem written by Shen Yinmo himself, titled "Miscellaneous Poems in the Qiu Ming Room": Read less of Fu Weng's poems, and the corporal will laugh every time he writes them. I learned a lot late, but I still feel ashamed that I haven’t heard the Tao. In a few thousand years, this person cherishes his arms. Sen Hong is indescribable, his sorrow is deep and he understands the wonderful words.

"Miscellaneous Poems of the Qiu Ming Room" is written in regular script. Shen Yinmo's calligraphy adopts the method of the two kings. The calligraphy style is solemn yet lively, the method is rigorous, and the line skills are first-class.

Father Tao observed it carefully for a long time, with a look of joy on his face, and said after thinking: "Clear, elegant, graceful, Shen Yinmo's regular script, great!"

Tao Yucheng on the side looked at it for a while but didn't see anything interesting. He just felt that the writing was really beautiful.

"Where did this word come from?" Tao's father asked.

"I bought it from the Forbidden City Service Department. They sell calligraphy and paintings now."

"Do you also sell Shen Yinmo's calligraphy?"

Father Tao was a little unhappy when he heard this.

Lin Chaoyang said truthfully: "Fu Baoshi, Li Keran, Wu Zuoren, Qigong... all of these people's calligraphy and paintings are sold, and they are all for foreign guests. However, foreigners don't really recognize these things, but are more interested in handicrafts."

When Tao's father heard this, he sighed and said, "A pearl cast in secret, a waste of natural resources!"

Lin Chaoyang said with a smile: "There are too many works of modern calligraphers and painters in existence, and this situation is understandable. In another thirty to fifty years, this may not be the case."

Father Tao nodded, agreeing with his statement.

Lin Chaoyang slowly rolled up the scroll and put it on Father Tao's desk, "You usually love to write. If you look at Shen Yinmo's handwriting more carefully, maybe you will be blessed with your soul and your skills will be further improved."

"Just take a look and take it back."

"I don't know calligraphy. Wouldn't it be a waste to let me go blind?"

If Lin Chaoyang gave him something else, Tao's father would probably reject it without even thinking about it, but what Lin Chaoyang gave him was Shen Yinmo's calligraphy, which just tickled Tao's father's itch, so his will to refuse was not firm.

Tao Yucheng looked at his father's expression and said, "Dad, this is Chaoyang's wish, just accept it."

"Yes, Dad. Look at Shen Yinmo's character. He is upright and peaceful, which complements your personality perfectly!" Lin Chaoyang said.

Tao Yucheng took a deep look at Lin Chaoyang, brother-in-law, it's over.

Tao's father was delighted when he saw the hunting intention. He was not firm in his will at first. After being persuaded by the two of them, he no longer held back and accepted the calligraphy.

"Hey, Dad, Shen Yinmo and you are half colleagues, right?" Tao Yucheng asked.

"I hadn't even gone to college when he was at Yanda, so I had never met him in person," Tao's father said.

"oh."

After sending the words, Tao Yucheng and Lin Chaoyang came out of the room.

"Chaoyang, didn't you say that the calligraphy and paintings in the Forbidden City were all sold to foreign guests? How did you buy them?"

"Wouldn't it be enough to find a 'foreign guest'?" Lin Chaoyang chuckled.

"How can it be like this!" Tao Yucheng suddenly realized.

At this time Tao's mother came out of the kitchen, and Tao Yucheng said to her: "Mom, Chaoyang gave Dad a calligraphy, a calligraphy by Shen Yinmo."

"You're so good, why are you sending me a message?" Tao's mother asked in confusion.

"I went to buy paintings and happened to see Shen Yinmo's calligraphy on it. I thought, Dad loves to write!"

Mother Tao nodded slightly, with a pleased look on her face, "Chaoyang is interested."

Tao Yumo, who was supervising Tao Xiwen's homework, asked, "Brother-in-law, does Shen Yinmo get a lot of money for his calligraphy?"

"Not much money." Lin Chaoyang said perfunctorily.

He walked over and placed a colorful square on the desk, which immediately caught Tao Xiwen's attention.

"Rubik's Cube!" Tao Xiwen shouted excitedly and immediately grabbed it.

A cubic plastic toy has six faces with six colors. Each face is composed of nine cubes. See who can change the six faces to the same color in the shortest time.

Since this year, such educational and interesting toys have become popular among Chinese teenagers overnight.

Tao Xiwen was happily playing with the Rubik's Cube in his hand, and he didn't even bother to do his homework. Tao Xiwu on the other side looked at his brother's new toy eagerly, his eyes full of envy.

Lin Chaoyang took out another identical Rubik's Cube from his pocket, "Here!"

Tao Xiwu smiled happily and started tinkering with the Rubik's Cube.

"Brother-in-law~" Tao Yumo complained. She was supervising the homework of her two nephews. How could she do her homework when Lin Chaoyang interfered with her like this?

"How old are you now? I don't have any gifts." Lin Chaoyang joked.

Tao Yumo said angrily: "Did I mean that?"

Zhao Li walked into the room and saw the Rubik's Cube in the hands of her two sons, and said to Lin Chaoyang: "Chaoyang, I've cost you money."

"Sister-in-law, we are all part of the same family, why are you being so polite? I happened to be in town that day and saw a store selling some."

Zhao Li shouted at her two sons again: "You two, do you want to thank uncle? It's not polite!"

The two brothers had already forgotten about the Rubik's Cube just now. When their mother said this, they said obediently, "Thank you, uncle!"

Lin Chaoyang smiled and said: "You're welcome, let's play!"

Tao Yushu had just arrived home at this time. Seeing Lin Chaoyang making the whole family happy with gifts, she also had a smile on her face.

Tao Yucheng asked her secretly, "Chaoyang gave Dad a calligraphy painting by Shen Yinmo. Do you know how much it costs?"

The calligraphy and paintings were bought from the Forbidden City. After buying them, Lin Chaoyang handed all the receipts to Tao Yushu. With her character, she had to count them one by one, so she knew the price of the calligraphy and paintings that Lin Chaoyang bought.

"Which one?" Tao Yushu asked.

""Miscellaneous Poems in the Qiu Ming Room"."

Tao Yushu said: "It cost eighty-five yuan."

"Foreign exchange coupons." She emphasized again.

"Hiss~" Tao Yucheng took a breath, "Chaoyang really spent a lot of money to flatter dad!"

She said that her husband was flattering, but she was not happy to hear others say that. Tao Yushu gave her brother a roll of the eyes.

"It's called flattering when someone gives you something? Then why don't you flatter me too!"

Tao Yucheng sneered and said, "I don't have any money!"

His confident tone made Tao Yushu too lazy to speak. While the brother and sister were muttering, Zhu Guangqian also came.

Seeing him coming, Tao's father unrolled the words he had rolled just now and looked at them pretendingly, "Well, not bad, not bad."

This immediately caught Zhu Guangqian's attention, and he walked over and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing, Chaoyang just gave me a calligraphy painting."

"oh."

Zhu Guangqian didn't pay attention at first, but when he glanced at the handwriting, he looked a little surprised and asked, "Shen Yinmo's handwriting?"

"Yeah." Tao's father focused his eyes on the words, looking very focused, and just responded.

Zhu Guangqian glanced at the state of his old friend and smacked his lips, "Shen Yinmo's handwriting is average."

"You have such a strong tone. Are you better at writing than him?" Tao's father teased.

"What you said is an argument. I said the food is not delicious, do I still have to know how to cook?"

"Then why is his handwriting so mediocre?" Tao's father asked.

"His calligraphy is too solid, and the brush strokes are like holding a fire stick, not agile and elegant."

"When it comes to finding faults, you are a master. This is called scrupulous adherence to calligraphy. This is what a calligrapher is.

Blindly pursuing elegance and agility is like a girl who obviously has the best body shape and face, but she still has to put on pretentious and flattering postures to show off her appearance, so she falls into the lower class. "

The two quarreled for a while, but neither could argue with the other, and finally retreated.

Zhu Guangqian said to Lin Chaoyang quietly: "You are quite good at flattering me!"

Lin Chaoyang said with a smile: "Uncle Zhu, if you like it, I will give you one as well."

"Rare!" Zhu Guangqian looked disdainful, "I have several paintings of Yu Youren's calligraphy, but your father only regards Shen Yinmo's calligraphy as a treasure."

"This is a gift from my son-in-law!"

Father Tao's words made Zhu Guangqian fall into silence.

Isn’t it great to have a son-in-law?

After July, it was the exam season in colleges and universities. The two college students at home were preparing for the exams. Lin Chaoyang had to be careful not to speak too loudly. Fortunately, he could still fish freely at work.

This morning, while he was holding a book and reading with gusto, Liang Zuo and Li Tong came over and said they wanted to treat him to dinner.

After asking carefully, I found out that the article written by the two of them was published in the "Research Collection of Dream of Red Mansions". The article originally had more than 7,000 words, but under Lin Chaoyang's guidance, the two of them expanded it to 15,000 words, and the manuscript fee was fully doubled.

The two of them had just received their manuscript fees today and came over to invite Lin Chaoyang to dinner. Lin Chaoyang readily agreed. They thought it was just the three of them, but when they arrived at the Changzheng Restaurant outside the school, they discovered that more than ten boys from the Chinese Department of Grade 77 had come. , and there are several level 78 and level 79 ones.

"You two are white-collar workers with this amount of royalties!" Lin Chaoyang joked.

"It doesn't matter, just to be happy." Liang Zuo smiled and narrowed his eyes.

A group of young people in their twenties and thirties, whose drinking and eating appetites were at the peak of their lives, gathered together in an extremely lively atmosphere.

After eating and drinking, someone mentioned the matter of graduation, and melancholy suddenly filled the dinner table.

Students in the Class of 1977 were admitted in February 1978 and graduated in January 1982. This semester is about to end, and they will graduate in one semester.

It stands to reason that graduation is still half a year away, so everyone's sadness comes a bit early.

But during this period, several female classmates in the class who were preparing to study abroad had received their admission letters from the universities they applied to.

Cha Jianying went to the English Department of South Carolina State University, Wu Beiling went to the East Asian Department of Florida State University, and Zhang Meishan went to the East Asian Department of the University of Illinois. They will go to the United States one after another starting in August.

In addition, several classmates in the class will also take the postgraduate entrance examination in September. Although there is still more than half a year before graduation, the days together for all the students of the Chinese Department of Class 77 are very short.

After more than three years together, the sadness of parting naturally surged in their hearts when they thought that they would soon be separated.

Lin Chaoyang did not have much resonance with the feelings of these people. It was true that he was familiar with the students of Class 77, but their identities were different, so he did not have so many feelings.

After dinner, the boys returned to school with a little bit of alcohol. Lin Chaoyang separated from everyone. After returning to the library, Du Rong handed him a letter.