Danqing

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After applying for membership, Yi Xiuyun called his master in the imperial capital, and gave the number to Tan Songxue, asking Qin Songxue to contact him directly.

Tan Songxue's hand slipped while holding the phone, and he glanced at Chen Kezhi several times before saying in a trembling voice, "...Hello?"

Unexpectedly, the voice on the other end of the phone was unusually young, sounding not much older than Yi Xiuyun.

"Hey, hello, is that kid Qin Songxue? My surname is Zeng, and my name is Zeng Yunqing. You can just call me Teacher Zeng."

Tan Songxue hadn't been called a kid since he graduated from elementary school. He was embarrassed and funny for a while, and replied, "Hello, Mr. Zeng. I'm Qin Songxue."

"Come to the imperial capital to learn to write with me in a while, right? I heard that you entered the National Exhibition this time? Not bad, Yi Xiuyun said that you are only 19 this year, and there is still a long way to go in the future. In a few years, you can write a piece of work and strive for it." Awarded." Zeng Yunqing seemed to be eating, and there was a constant sound of chewing on the phone, and Tan Songxue couldn't believe that this was his future master, how could the so-called master be like this?After taking a look at Yi Xiuyun, he found that Yi Xiuyun's expression was normal.

So he continued: "Ah... Thank you Teacher Zeng, I will continue to work hard."

Zeng Yunqing said while chewing: "When are you free, come to the Imperial Capital and meet up, and I'll treat you to dinner... Well, our band is going to hold a concert recently, you should come and listen too. "

Qin Songxue: "???"

Even though he didn't know what Zeng Yunqing meant, Tan Songxue still quickly replied: "Oh, yes, yes..."

Zeng Yunqing: "The concert will be next month, please follow my Weibo, there will be news on it."

After a few more random words, Zeng Yunqing said that he had to hang up the phone, as if he was very busy.Tan Songxue put down the phone and looked at Yi Xiuyun in surprise: "Uncle Yi, are you sure you didn't make a wrong call?"

Yi Xiuyun laughed and said, "My master is the lead singer of a rock band."

Qin Songxue: "..."

Chen Kezhi: "..."

Father Tan interjected from the side: "Yes, he is only a few years older than me, the lead singer of the band, and a professor at the Academy of Fine Arts. He sings very well, and he often asks us to join in."

Qin Songxue: "This is also okay?"

Yi Xiuyun smiled and said: "There are so many things you don't know. When you arrive in the imperial capital, you will know that the so-called masters you see in magazines and newspapers are not the same thing at all. The real The master doesn't have such a big air, just like ordinary people, there is no difference. That old Qi, who is in his eighties|nineties, is full of pornographic jokes in class, fuck..."

Qin Songxue had heard of Mr. Qi's name, he was a contemporary master of Chinese studies, and he had seen his name in previous textbooks. Hearing what Yi Xiuyun said, he couldn't believe it, so he turned to his father for confirmation.

Father Tan smiled and shook his head: "He is indeed like that."

Qin Songxue was completely speechless.

Qin Songxue does not have Weibo, but after Zeng Yunqing mentioned it, he immediately downloaded a client, registered an account, and found Zeng Yunqing's account after searching for a while. The profile on it was indeed the lead singer of the band and the professor of the Academy of Fine Arts , the number of fans is only five figures, and looking at his Weibo volume, it is also five figures, Qin Songxue was shocked by this number.

It doesn't take long to go to the imperial capital. Tan Songxue took three days off and asked Yi Xiuyun to take him there. Father Tan originally wanted to go to S City to accompany Mother Qin, but after some consideration, he chose to accompany him. One of Chen Ke was left alone to guard the house.Chen Kezhi thought about it, bought a high-speed rail ticket back to the small county, and watched his parents go.

So the house in n city was empty.

Qin Songxue has never been to the Imperial Capital, this city is too big for him, the area of ​​City N is less than one-fifth of the urban area of ​​the Imperial Capital, and he usually finds it too far to take a bus in City N.Because he came back to visit Zeng Yunqing, no one came to pick him up. After leaving the high-speed rail station, Yi Xiuyun asked the Tan family and his son if they wanted to take a taxi. Qin Songxue said that he had never taken the subway and wanted to try it.Yi Xiuyun asked him, are you sure you want to take the subway?Qin Songxue nodded firmly.

The result was obvious. After experiencing the feeling of being squeezed into the subway in the imperial capital, Tan Songxue said that she never wanted to go out again, and she would just stay in school from now on.How could this be going out? It was more painful than fighting. When he got off the subway, he was pushed back from the door by the rush of people. He was almost separated from Yi Xiuyun and Father Tan several times.

"Uncle Yi, let's fight." Tan Songxue said with a sad face.

After leaving the subway station, Tan Songxue had more than a dozen footprints on her originally white sneakers, her shirt became wrinkled, and her hair was messed up.Qin Songxue took out his mobile phone and called up the front camera, feeling that his current image was almost the same as that of a beggar.

Pressing the mute button took a selfie and sent it to Chen Kezhi.

[Uncle Qin: Brother, I will never take the subway again. 】

Father Tan said: "Don't play with your phone all the time, be careful of running out of battery, and you can't change the battery in your phone."

Tan Songxue: "Oh." He glanced again before locking the screen, and found that Chen Kezhi hadn't replied to his message, probably busy again.

Zeng Yunqing received a call in the morning and postponed the afternoon event to wait for them to come. Father Tan told Tan Songxue that this was Uncle Yi's face, and told Tan Songxue to be polite.

Tan Songxue said, Dad, I'm already old enough to know what to do, so don't worry about it.

Yi Xiuyun patted Father Tan on the shoulder, and teased Father Tan with a smile, saying, fourth son, your son has grown up and his wings are stiff, so what do you think if you don't let him take care of him.

Father Qin glanced at him speechlessly.

Zeng Yunqing's home is not far from the Academy of Fine Arts. Yi Xiuyun said that Zeng Yunqing bought the house there because the traffic conditions in the imperial capital were very worrying. It is also very convenient for students to come to find him.

The taxi they took was in the middle of a traffic jam, and Tan Songxue nodded gloomily and said that he didn't want to go anywhere except school when he came here to study.

It’s boring when stuck in traffic, because to save electricity, Qin Songxue didn’t play with his mobile phone, the driver is very talkative, but he speaks very fast, Qin Songxue didn’t understand what he was listening, so he just stopped listening, and looked at the building outside the window by himself things in a daze.Only Yi Xiuyun chatted happily with the driver uncle all over the world.

Sitting in the taxi, Tan Songxue deeply felt the grandeur of the imperial capital, but in contrast, he felt a little too small for himself, felt a little empty in his heart, and seemed to miss Chen Kezhi a little.The third year of high school has only been separated for more than four months, and he can't bear it. He has to contact Chen Kezhi every day. The distance from G province to N city is not as far as N city to the imperial capital. Chen Kezhi's coming is even more troublesome. The chances of them meeting will only increase in the past few years less.

Thinking of this, Tan Songxue felt a little sad.

He also remembered the matter that Chen Kezhi asked him to apply for N University when he was in high school. The reasons Chen Kezhi said seemed very reasonable at first glance, but now that he thought about it carefully, it seemed a little unreasonable.

Chen Kezhi was recommended to N University, and recommended admission is more difficult than self-enrollment. At that time, why didn't he apply to Q University or Z University in the imperial capital for self-enrollment. According to Chen Kezhi's results, it is almost impossible to pass independent enrollment.After finishing his undergraduate or even graduate studies, he can return to city n, and he doesn't have to stay in the imperial capital to work.Just like Yi Xiuyun, he didn't stay after graduation, but went to n city instead.

If Chen Kezhi chose the university in the imperial capital and he chose the Academy of Fine Arts in the imperial capital, they would not have to be so far apart now, at least they could meet every week.

So why did he insist on choosing N University?

Qin Songxue couldn't figure it out.

He couldn't ask Chen Kezhi this question, because every time he had a dispute with Chen Kezhi, he would eventually get involved by Chen Kezhi's logic, and then let it go.

Because of the traffic jam, the original journey of more than one hour abruptly turned into three hours.

But Zeng Yunqing didn't seem to be in a hurry, and didn't even make a call.

After getting out of the car, Tan Songxue was a little nervous. He had never met Zeng Yunqing, and he had never had contact with teachers other than Qin's father and Yi Xiuyun. Even though he had already talked on the phone, he felt that Zeng Yunqing was a very easy-going person. .But he still has a natural fear of the teacher.

I touched my phone and wanted to send a message to Chen Kezhi, but I felt that I was a little timid. I was so nervous just to see my future master, and I had to spend time with him in the future. What should I do then?

So Tan Songxue followed Yi Xiuyun mechanically while struggling whether to tell Chen Kezhi.

In the end, Qin Songxue couldn't hold back, took out her phone, pressed the home button, and saw a WeChat message from Chen Kezhi after unlocking it.

[Singer's Head: Don't go out to play if you have nothing to do, I will come to see you when the time comes, you just wait at school. 】

[Uncle Tan: Well, I’m going to see Teacher Zeng, wish me luck, mua~]

[Singer's Head: Don't be nervous, Mr. Zeng doesn't look fierce, don't be afraid. 】

[The head of the song bug: -3-]

Qin Songxue stared at the emoji for a long time, but didn't realize that it was sent by Chen Kezhi. She exited the WeChat chat interface, went in and clicked on the contact information, and found that it was indeed Chen Kezhi's account, so she was deeply horrified.

People who are usually serious like that can also post facial expressions?

Tan Songxue looked up and found that Yi Xiuyun and Father Tan had gone a long way, so he hurriedly followed without stopping, and sent a question mark to Chen Kezhi.

[Uncle Qin:? 】

[Song Bug's Head: Didn't understand?Just learned, just kiss you, nothing. 】

Tan Songxue imagined Chen Kezhi's pouting, and couldn't help laughing out loud. Father Tan turned around and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Qin Songxue quickly restrained her expression, with a tangled smile on her face: "It's nothing, I just checked Weibo and saw something interesting."

Father Tan: "Don't play with your phone."

Qin Songxue: "Yes, I got it!"

After Tan's father turned around, Qin Songxue immediately replied to Chen Kezhi with the last message.

[Uncle Qin: I love you, I’m going to find Mr. Zeng, Beibei—3—]

【Chief of Song Bugs: 88】

After speaking a few words with Chen Kezhi, Tan Songxue quickened his pace and followed.

Compared with the apartment that Tan Songxue and the others lived in in City N, Zeng Yunqing's house was not too big. It was an ordinary residential area with four bedrooms and two living rooms.When going up the stairs, Tan Songxue's heart almost jumped out, her eardrums seemed to be vibrating with her heartbeat, and her chest cavity was made thumping by the movement of the heart muscle.

Zeng Yunqing lived on the fourth floor, and when she got to the door, Qin Songxue realized that she was sweating. Yi Xiuyun pressed the doorbell, and Qin Songxue swallowed her saliva and waited quietly for Zeng Yunqing to open the door.

Zeng Yunqing posted a lot of photos of himself on Weibo, but the real person looks younger, about forty, very ordinary, wearing a pair of metal-rimmed glasses, slightly fat, blending into the crowd The temperament that will be buried, all the characteristics combined make Tan Songxue unable to believe that he is actually a famous contemporary calligrapher.

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Zeng Yunqing looked very enthusiastic, took out all the slippers and placed them at the door, saying: "Come in quickly, there is no one at home."

Yi Xiuyun took off his shoes and asked, "Where is Mrs. Mistress?"

Zeng Yunqing: "I took Dongdong out to play... I haven't seen you for a few years, why do you look more moist than before? Did you find someone to revive your glory in N City?"

Yi Xiuyun smiled: "How old is my mother, what a shock."

Zeng Yunqing glanced at him suspiciously, and said affirmatively, "There must be someone by your side."

Qin Songxue poked her head out from behind, and interjected, "Hello, Teacher Zeng!"

Zeng Yunqing's eyes lit up when he saw him, and said, "Hey, you are Tan Songxue? You look a lot like Tan Boan."

Behind Tan Songxue, Father Tan also greeted Zeng Yunqing and called out teacher.

Zeng Yunqing greeted them into the room and said, "I don't know if you guys drink tea or not. If you want to drink, pour it yourself. It's on the table. If you drink water, there's a water dispenser next to it."

Qin Songxue: "..."

Yi Xiuyun whispered to him: "It's okay, it's just like being at home, relax a bit, Mr. Zeng is a nice person."

Tan Songxue responded on the surface, but her heart was still in a state of agitation, sitting on the sofa nervously rubbing her fingers.

Zeng Yunqing's house had a lot of exquisite porcelains of unknown age, and on the wall hung a work in official script by a contemporary master. Tan Songxue checked and found out that the author was Zeng Yunqing's master, who had passed away now.

The decoration of the whole house is not very simple, most of them are a combination of Chinese and Western, there is nothing particularly outstanding, but it looks very comfortable, and the furnishings are very delicate.

Zeng Yunqing turned on the TV with the remote control, and said, "Yi Xiuyun, Qin Bo'an, you two watch TV for a while, and I'll have a word with the kids."

Then he sat next to Tan Songxue and asked, "Did Yi Xiuyun tell you about the registration for the Academy of Fine Arts?"

Qin Songxue was a little nervous, her voice fluttered, and she replied, "I mentioned it a bit... I signed up when I was a senior."

Zeng Yunqing nodded: "Well, that exam is quite simple, you just need to prepare a little bit. You can even enter the National Exhibition, and that exam is nothing. You usually go to school, and follow me on weekends to take you Go out to meet the world. Yi Xiuyun learned how to engrave seals from me, if you come to study, at least in the second year you have to bring me an award, the award for engraving seals."

"There are quite a lot of classes in the Academy of Fine Arts. Both Qin Bo'an and Yi Xiuyun are very orthodox. They should have taught you everything we teach. I saw your work in the exhibition. It is well written and lively. Yes, like a child."

Qin Songxue: "..."

"It's just that the brushwork is still a little tender. Let's take a look at the one who won the gold medal... the apprentice of Mr. Chen in our school writes the same seal as you. Have you compared it with him?"

Qin Songxue nodded seriously: "I've seen it, his seal script is better than mine."

"You have to know that others are better than you. That's why. Mr. Chen's student is very good at cursive writing. His big seal is written in cursive style, but yours doesn't. You just added Xiaozhuan, and A little bit of simple script. And the addition is not as natural as his."

Speaking of this, Zeng Yunqing took out his mobile phone, opened the photo album, found the work by Qin Songxue, and said: "Look at your word, the outer strokes are too square and sharp, and don't match the whole of your work." ?”

Qin Songxue shook her head: "Isn't it pretty..."

Zeng Yunqing put away the phone and said: "Your work has nothing to comment on. Many problems will be discovered after you write a lot in the future. It's still early, and you won't feel it if I tell you directly."

Tan Songxue's writing problems are actually very clear to him, but he can't improve them to the best. After all, he is limited by experience, and the level of Qin's father and Yi Xiuyun is not the top master in the country. It depends on the problem. There are also many deficiencies.

"Little Qin, so far, I have accepted three apprentices, and you are the fourth one. To tell you the truth, I don't particularly want to accept an apprentice. I accept you because Yi Xiuyun called me for a long time. Then I understand the boy, you won’t ask others easily. In addition, you are the son of Qin Bo’an. When I taught Qin Bo’an, I liked him very much. He was very serious and learned very well. Another reason is that you are really capable when you entered the National Exhibition , and more obedient, I am willing to accept you. I hope you will not disappoint Yi Xiuyun and Qin Boan."

"You are very talented, but there are people who are better than you in the whole country. The overall level of your province is not high, so even if you have achieved good results in your province, it is nothing to look at here. I was also Participated in the exhibition and won the third prize, my senior brother won the second prize, and many of my fellows were very young and won the prize."

Qin Songxue listened carefully, not daring to answer.Strictly speaking, his father was not Zeng Yunqing's student, but was recommended by Yi Xiuyun when he was studying in the imperial capital, and he only gave him advice for a while.If it wasn't for Yi Xiuyun's face, Zeng Yunqing would not accept him.

After realizing this, Tan Songxue's enthusiasm faded by half. She searched around and found that Yi Xiuyun was standing on the balcony smoking with Tan's father, as if avoiding suspicion.

Regarding Yi Xiuyun's teacher, Tan Songxue once asked him, why would he still be his father's classmate even after he has been a teacher?Yi Xiuyun said that he had nothing to do during that time, and wanted to get to know more people, and the northern and southern schools of calligraphy each had their own strengths, so he went to H City to learn from the scriptures.

Zeng Yunqing smiled: "But don't worry too much, since I accepted you, as long as you work hard, you will definitely win the award before graduation. Maybe you will surpass Yi Xiuyun in a few years. "

Qin Songxue scratched her head: "It's unlikely... Uncle Yi is so powerful."

"So you have to spend time. When I took Yi Xiuyun back then, that kid practiced calligraphy for more than ten hours a day. When he specialized in engraving seals, he couldn't hold chopsticks steadily in his hand. He could only use spoons. He could create works all day long." Not eating... I have never seen such a desperate student. Of course, I am not telling you to imitate him, he...doesn't care about anything other than writing." Zeng Yunqing knew Yi Xiuyun's family background, but did not mention it clearly, but only mentioned it from the side tactfully, "You just need to work hard. The few years of study will indeed be very tiring. You have to be prepared for this. After you finish studying, you will be able to work with me." I'm just as relaxed, what do I want to do."

Qin Songxue smiled: "Have a concert?"

"Yes, haha... Making music is actually similar to calligraphy. In terms of creation, take a path that others have not taken, concentrate all the advantages of the predecessors, add what you want to express, and you want to tell others What kind of story and what kind of feeling they make, these are all things that need to be paid attention to in creation.”

Zeng Yunqing took out his mobile phone while talking, and said to Tan Songxue, "Look at this, one word I created this year is written for fun."

Tan Songxue saw that there was only one character with a rather strange shape, but he couldn't make out what it was.

"Can't you see what it is?" Zeng Yunqing was quite proud, "Isn't it very popular recently that 'can't afford to hurt', I wrote it as a word."

Qin Songxue: "..."

The three characters are mixed together in a simple way, in a chaotic and orderly manner, just like a single character. If you take a quick glance at the past, you can also find that there are a few strokes that look like a crying face when combined, which is really not easy to hurt.

Qin Songxue laughed dryly: "Hehe."

"Writing is actually not a very advanced thing. You can write whatever you want. The pen is your own, and your head is also your own. If you think it's good to write like this, then write like this. Try boldly. It doesn't matter if you really fail. Come again, the opportunities are unlimited anyway. If you keep imitating others, you will never become famous. Feng Chengsu has written Wang Xizhi all his life. When his name is mentioned, who knows what other achievements he has? Chu Suiliang is different. When it comes to him, everyone thinks he is a master of calligraphy, but he is the No.1 imitator of Wang Xizhi."

"There are not many female calligraphers in contemporary times, because men are more adventurous than women. They are not conservative in their bones and will not be imprisoned by inherent thinking. When I taught Yi Xiuyun back then, I asked him to try green small freehand brushwork, green landscape and freehand brushwork. Combination of paintings, who in China painted this, and he succeeded. I heard that Tan Boan’s recent paintings also follow this route, and the price of his paintings is much more expensive per screen than before, right?”

Tan Songxue nodded and said, "Two screens are twenty-four thousand."

"It seems that Tan Bo'an is doing well." After talking for a long time, Zeng Yunqing seemed a little thirsty, stood up and poured himself a cup of tea, and asked Tan Songxue, "Do you want to drink? Dahongpao, from Fujian."

At home, Qin Songxue occasionally drank some of his father's Tieguanyin, but Dahongpao hadn't had much contact with it, and he even forgot the taste, and he hadn't drunk a drop of water since getting off the car, so he said to Zeng Yunqing: "Teacher, I'm sorry. "

Zeng Yunqing was pouring tea, while Tan Songxue secretly stared at his back.

Zeng Yunqing didn't have the pretensions of a professor at all, not even an ordinary teacher. He was very easy-going, wearing ordinary home clothes, slippers, no socks, and a little oily hair.The words spoken are also very easy to understand, but the content is full of weight.

Qin's father never told him that he can create as he pleases. Instead, every piece of work is very rigorous.Qin Songxue bowed his head and thought about it carefully, and felt that it was probably because his level was not enough before, even if he had imagination and creativity, he would not be able to write high-level works. .

The "can't afford to be hurt" he saw before, even if he had studied seal script and simplified script for several years, it was impossible to piece together such characters. The three characters were combined extremely skillfully, with natural blank space and sophisticated brushwork Just like there is a word naturally.Only a true master can do whatever he wants.

Different levels have different teaching methods.

Zeng Yunqing came over and handed the water glass to Qin Songxue. After Qin Songxue thanked him, he continued: "There are too many famous works in the past dynasties. You don't have to master all of them. You don't have so much time to master them. But you have to I understand all of them, what are their advantages and disadvantages, and if you write that work, how should you express it? Just like "The Good King", what it wants to express is the word "clumsy". If you let To write a work with this feeling, how do you write it? Yan Zhenqing's "Manuscript for the Nephew", everyone can feel the anger of the whole work, and everyone who has read it will know his helplessness and grief at that time. The feelings are all written on it. If it were you, would you be able to do it?"

Zeng Yunqing paused, and then said: "Your work selected the content of "The Book of Songs", judging from your writing, there is a feeling of desire and fear, and the words and content are very appropriate. This is very good, when creating works in the future, you must integrate your own feelings, and only with feelings can you write the best effect."

"If you don't love calligraphy, you will be just a copyist for the rest of your life."