Learn about the human body

Because he was in a hurry, Tang Qizhen took them to the studio by taxi.This place is not as prosperous as the commercial street, where there are carved wooden doors, red lanterns, and even pawn shops as far as the eye can see.

Fu Yansheng looked around, and Tang Qizhen explained: "This is the best preserved place in our city. My mother's studio is opened there." A copper relief plaque with the words "Tang Yu Painting Society" engraved on it.

"Your mother is a calligrapher and painter? It's quite charming."

"Come in with me." Tang Qizhen stepped forward to push the door, and then the wind chime rang, and the tassels fluttered.

"No, I'll wait for you below."

Tang Qizhen felt apologetic when he heard the words, and just about to try to persuade him, the window on the second floor opened, and a boy in his 20s poked his head in and said, "Ah Zhen, why are you so slow! Eh... this is your friend? "

"Come right away." He also replied in Cantonese, and pushed the door open, "Come in."

As soon as you enter the door, you can smell a scent of sandalwood. The room of about [-] square meters is divided into four grids, covered with landscape calligraphy and paintings, and a portrait of Avalokitesvara is placed on the south side, separated by a screen.

Tang Qizhen guessed what he was looking at, and said with a smile, "My mother believes in Buddhism."

Fu Yansheng nodded and followed him up to the second floor.The boy was wearing a new-style Tang suit in blue, with gold embroidery on his left shoulder, which was very gorgeous.

"This is my mother's apprentice. I usually call him Brother Ah Shui." Tang Qizhen just introduced a sentence, but the boy grabbed his clothes and took him to the side, cursing in Cantonese: "I told you to learn how to engrave chapters, and you ran away again." Don't you want to change clothes soon? The master is waiting." After speaking, he stuffed a bag into his hand and carried it to the bathroom.

Fu Yansheng couldn't understand the dialect here, and looked at the room furnishings with his hands in his pockets.The table seems to be sandalwood, which has been around for some years; there are more exhibits than on the first floor, all kinds of calligraphy and paintings, and folding fans are meticulously framed on the walls; there is also an exquisite incense burner on the tea table, and the smoke is curling up.

"The decoration is too exquisite," the younger sister said softly, "Brother Tang's family is really rich."

Fu Yansheng ignored it, and asked instead: "Tang Qizhen also knows how to paint Chinese paintings?"

"Well," Brother Ah Shui nodded, speaking Mandarin with some dialect flavor, "Who are you?"

"Friend." He didn't mean to pick up the conversation, but he answered simply and neatly, then asked after a pause, "Are there any works by him here?"

The other party was skeptical, but still said: "Yes." Then he led them to the cubicle: "But Ah Zhen learned animation later, and Chinese painting is just average."

The inner compartment is the creation room, which is much more messy than the outside. Fu Yansheng glanced at the table and saw a neat row of carving knives, a jade seal lying quietly, and the words "Tang Qizhen Seal" written on the white paper next to it. A cinnabar character in seal script.

"Did Brother Xiao Tang engrave this himself?" The younger sister tugged on Fu Yansheng's sleeve, "It's really all-powerful!"

"It's not so good, he wrote it with a brush and engraved it." Ah Shui waved his hand, "I ran away after a few days of learning."

"If you don't like it, don't force him to learn it. The engraving hand is strong, so don't let him hurt yourself." Fu Yansheng said earnestly.

Ah Shui gave him a sneaky look with an expression of "who are you so meowing".

Fu Yansheng went to look at the other ones. Across the table hung a meticulous painting of mice stealing peanuts. The two mice were fat and strong, so delicate that the fluff could be seen, and they were bulging.The younger sister just praised "excellent", Fu Yansheng took a closer look, and said critically: "Mao is well drawn, but the muscle lines of the legs are not handled well enough."

It seems that if there is a chance in the future, I will really teach him the structure of human body texture.

Brother Ah Shui felt that this person was very rude, and just as he was about to open the door, the bathroom door rang, and Tang Qizhen hurried out from inside: "Brother Ah Shui, I'm fine, let's go."

This time he changed into a new Tang suit, a crimson double-breasted gown, and a white crane was engraved on the cuff, ready to fly.Originally, he should be dressed in a chic and handsome manner, but the waist design of the Tang suit is not obvious, and the top is put on his fat body in a straight tube.He was still a little anxious when changing clothes, his hair was messy, his face was tender and his eyes flashed, like a... mascot.

Fu Yansheng took a look and felt his heart was stabbed.

Brother Ah Shui was a little dissatisfied, so he stepped forward to help him cut his hair, smooth out the folds of his clothes, and took out a string of vintage necklaces from the box to help him put them on.The two communicated in Cantonese, and they spoke happily after each other.

Fu Yansheng couldn't understand a word, but when he saw the boy smiling happily, he seemed to be showing off somehow, as if he was declaring something to him.He felt dissociated from the outside, and he was upset, so he whispered: "Does he have no hands?"

The younger sister quickly sensed his emotions and patted his shoulder: "Be safe and don't be impatient."

After he helped Xiao Tang finish tidying up, Fu Yansheng watched them go downstairs but didn't move a single step.Tang Qizhen hurriedly invited: "Senior, come with us, and we will take you to the airport directly after the end."

He just nodded and pulled his sister to follow.

Ah Shui drove them there, having nothing to do along the way, and asked, "Are you the senior of Ah Zhen? You also majored in painting? How old are you?"

Fu Yansheng pretended not to understand, but didn't say anything.The younger sister was about to speak but was stopped by him.It was quiet in the car for a long time, Xiao Tang felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he was forced to come out to smooth things over and introduce the senior.

When we arrived at the city library, cars were parked outside the gate, and when we looked in through the glass of the gate, we could see a mass of black heads.Ah Shui parked the car first, and Tang Qizhen took them inside.

My mother, Ms. Tang Ya, had been waiting for a long time, and she couldn't help scolding Xiao Tang when she saw Xiao Tang coming: "Where did you go, kid? Do you have a sense of time?"

Realizing that there were people behind him, Ms. Tang stopped cursing and smiled at them politely: "Ah Zhen, is this your friend?"

"That's right," Tang Qizhen hurriedly pushed the senior to the front as if he was granted amnesty, "Mom, this is the senior I met in college, and his sister. I went to pick them up just now. His name is Fu..."

Fu Yansheng glanced at this charming woman in a crimson cheongsam with light makeup, and before he finished his introduction, he stepped forward and nodded politely: "Hi, I'm Fu Yansheng, a clinical medicine student of the 17th grade medical school of C University, In my junior year this year, I am also the head of the discipline inspection department of the school's student union, and Tang Qizhen's colleague and classmate."

"..." The corners of Tang Qizhen's mouth twitched when he heard the words, the senior who was reluctant to fart in the car just now turned into an aunt of the neighborhood committee?

What's more amazing is that when Ms. Tang heard that he was from the Department of Medicine, she held his hand with mixed feelings: "You are a medical student and a member of the student union, so you must be very capable. Young people should be responsible. You You don’t know how many lives you can save with your hands in the future. It’s really a blessing in our previous life to know a senior like you.”

"Thank you, Auntie, you are too good." Fu Yansheng bowed humbly, "Xiao Tang is also a very good person, and I am very happy to know him."

Even his sister was taken aback.

Ms. Tang was very happy, chatted with him a few more words, and waited for Ah Shui to come before taking her son inside.

"Senior, let's go in first. You can come and see me writing. The library is on the second floor, and the cultural corridor on the third floor. You can all go and see it."

Fu Yansheng waved to them with a smile, and his mother said comfortingly, "You are a pretty good senior. You are polite and not exaggerated. Learn something from him when you come back."

"..." Tang Qizhen nodded with an apologetic smile, and said in his heart that if the senior told her about being tied up in the hotel repeatedly, Ms. Tang would probably call the police and ask Sir to arrest him on the spot.

After they walked away, Fu Yansheng withdrew his eyes and patted his sister on the shoulder: "There are many people here, don't get lost."

He was not interested in the cultural corridor at all, and without waiting for his sister to answer, he pulled her to stand behind the crowd.

The host introduced: "In order to celebrate the Spring Festival and carry out traditional cultural education, we specially invited Mr. Tang Ya, a distinguished professor of the School of Painting and Calligraphy of the Provincial Academy of Fine Arts, and her disciples to write couplets on the spot and send blessings. Everyone applauds and thank you."

Fu Yansheng clapped his hands slowly behind the crowd, and said with emotion: "Xiao Tang is actually named after her mother. It seems that Auntie is indeed a very good lady."

After hosting, the scene fell into the sound of beaming music.Tang Qizhen has been learning calligraphy for 13 years, and he has long been familiar with the skills of using the brush. He responded to the request of the public and quickly received praises.

Most of the people around spoke dialects, Fu Yansheng not only could not understand, but also felt a pain in the head.But he was not in a hurry, and waited for more than an hour for the crowd to disperse before taking his sister forward.

"Tang great calligrapher, do you have my share?"

"Huh?" Tang Qizhen had already entered standby mode, lazily leaning on the table in a daze while rubbing his sore wrist.Seeing this, his mother immediately urged him to enter the business mode: "Ah Zhen, send a letter to the senior."

"I know, I'll write it right away." He quickly turned around to get the red paper, and the pen was full of ink.Just about to write, my mother chatted with them again.

"What? I'm going to take the college entrance examination this year? She looks peaceful and calm."

"My sister's grades are indeed not bad."...

Mom became even more energetic, and patted Xiao Tang on the shoulder: "Ah Zhen, write a picture of the name of the gold list for my younger sister, and do a good deed every day."

Tang Qizhen could only agree, and flipped through the notes next to him.All the "farewell to the old and welcome the new year" and "family harmony and prosperity" came into view.He had a big head, and while rubbing the ink on his hands, his cheeks were puffing.

When did my own mother become a scammer?After pondering for a moment, he sighed helplessly: "I'll make it up for you temporarily, with a little thought, don't be disgusted."

"Do you want to think about it yourself? Brother Xiaotang is so thoughtful!" My sister's eyes lit up, and even Fu Yansheng was stunned.

Tang Qizhen picked up the pen again, set up the paperweight, lowered his center of gravity, and gracefully supported the drooping clothes on his chest with his left hand, and started to work.

His Xingkai practice is particularly wonderful, the strokes are broken and connected between pauses, the hooks, folds, and strokes are powerful and powerful, with a certain degree of relaxation.

Although it is upside down from Fu Yansheng's perspective, you can still feel the beauty of his brushwork, and the vertical strokes are like freehand brushwork.

When changing the paper halfway through writing, the younger sister couldn't help feeling: "Brother Tang is very similar to Mrs. Tiantang I mentioned earlier. Not only can he draw, but he is also so warm and kind."

Tang Qizhen tilted his pen when he heard the words, and almost poked his palm.Clearing his throat, he said, "I can't compare with Mrs. Tiantang. I searched her works at noon, and her painting skills are much better than mine. With so many fans, she must be a beautiful and kind girl."

Fu Yansheng also came forward and said: "Don't disturb your brother Tang's writing."

Only then did my sister silence.Finally got through... Tang Qizhen breathed a sigh of relief, and after finishing the couplet, he drew a piece of "Daofu" flamboyantly, and waited for the ink to dry before putting it away and handing it over.

[Jihai Xixin Tongda Lixi Gengzi Fu Caixue Promoted to Liufu] Horizontal criticism - the title of the gold list.

"It's still a bit of a taste." Mom boasted in a low voice.

The younger sister took a look, and happily bumped Fu Yansheng's shoulder: "Brother, he put your last name in."

"Aren't you all surnamed Fu?" Tang Qizhen interrupted her, "I wrote this specially for you, is it related to your brother?"

"Huh?" Fu Yansheng raised his eyebrows suddenly.

Meeting his meaningful eyes, Tang Qizhen hesitated for a second, blinked and defended: "That's what it is."

Fu Yansheng didn't say anything, he took out a wet tissue from his pocket and handed it over.

"What?" Xiao Tang said with an innocent face.

"Your hands are dirty." Fu Yansheng finally couldn't help smiling, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.