Rebirth of the Entertainment Grandmaster

After spending an afternoon chatting with Mr. Wen Wei, Ye Tang wanted to go back to Yunzhou the next day, but he didn't expect it. Mr. Wen Wei persuaded him to go with him to visit Yunzhou who lived in seclusion in Xishan, the capital city.

Mr. Congwen...

Ye Tang had heard about this Mr. Cong Wen, and he was also one of the great Confucians. His status in the cultural world was equal to that of Mr. Wen Wei and Mr. Shui Qing, and seemed to be slightly higher.

However, he basically only cares about worldly affairs and lives in seclusion in the mountains. He is more leisurely than Mr. Shui Qing. Ye Tang really doesn't like hanging out with a bunch of old men, but he has no choice. The elders have their destiny, so they don't dare to disobey.

Moreover, Lu Guangrong planned to go to Yunzhou with a person in charge of Yanhuang Pictures the day after tomorrow. It was a company plane and invited him to go with them. Ye Tang thought for a while and agreed.

Why is he so pretentious when he has a special plane?

China Film and Television actually had a special plane. It was indeed very wealthy. Ye Tang couldn't help but sigh.

The situation in Beijing is similar to that in Yunzhou. It is also divided into four large areas, radiating out from the center of the imperial palace. The northwest area is almost all classical buildings, while the southeast area has many modern buildings.

Xishan is in the west of the capital, overlooking the entire capital. After arriving at Mr. Congwen's residence with Mr. Wen Wei, Ye Tang couldn't help but feel a little dazed. This Mr. Congwen is really frugal. This small courtyard is really

It's the same place where hermits lived in the mountains in ancient times.

Is he trying to imitate the ancient people who deliberately made it so simple?

Ye Tang didn't understand very much. Even if he wanted to imitate the ancients, there was no need to really live in such a place!

There is a small wooden house surrounded by a wooden fence. In front of the wooden house and to the right of the small gate of the fence, there is a square depression. The depression is enclosed, and many vegetables are planted on the depression.

There are also chickens raised in the yard. They cluck and cluck when they see someone coming, and they are very happy.

"Old friend Cong Wen, are you in there?" Mr. Wen Wei called as he entered the yard, and then walked directly into the wooden house. He had been to this place many times and was very familiar with it.

Ye Tang also followed behind, holding a gift in his hand. It was bought by Mr. Wen Wei and he was carrying it. Although this place is a bit more simple, the environment is still quite good, with green mountains and green trees, and the air is fresher than down there.

too much.

Mr. Wen Wei called out, and someone immediately answered inside, and soon an old man with a half-white beard came out, wearing a washed white gown, with his hair disheveled, and his feet bare, looking very wild and unruly.

"Old friend Wen Wei, it's you." This person is Mr. Cong Wen.

As soon as he came out, Ye Tang was sizing him up. This Mr. Congwen should be quite old, probably around seventy years old. He was not very tall and was about the same height as him. His appearance was that of an old man, but he looked like an old man.

It still looks quite pleasing to the eye.

His body is also considered strong, and he can move and speak nimbly. He does not use crutches or support, and even walks with wind. He is very healthy. This is probably the reason why he can live alone in this mountain.

Mr. Cong Wen was very much like a madman from the Wei and Jin Dynasties. There was not a single stool in the room. After leading the two of them into the room and serving them tea, he sat on the floor and said, "Old friend Wen Wei, why do you have the time to go up the mountain to see me today?"

Old friends?"

Naturally, Mr. Wen Wei and Ye Tang were also sitting on the floor. Mr. Wen Wei smiled and said, "I've had a lot of free time, and I haven't seen you for a while. You didn't go down the mountain, so I had to come up."

"People in the mountains are naturally in the mountains. The air is good and quiet. By the way, who is this little brother?" Mr. Cong Wen has noticed Ye Tang for a long time. Old friend Wen Wei used to come up alone, but today this is

The sun comes out in the west?

Mr. Wen Wei said: "You are being hypocritical, this is Ye Tang and Ye Qing, the wife of Mr. Shui Qing." He introduced Ye Tang.

"Hello, Mr. Congwen," Ye Tang finally had a chance to speak. He said hello to him. He was really not used to sitting on the floor.

"It turns out it's that old man's wife. Didn't he stop accepting students?" Mr. Cong Wen nodded towards Ye Tang and then said to Mr. Wen Wei. As far as he knew, it seemed that Mr. Shui Qing no longer accepted students.

ah?

Fortunately, I didn't ask him, otherwise I really didn't know what to say. Ye Tang took a sip of tea and looked at Mr. Wen Wei. It didn't matter to him and he just ignored it.

Mr. Wen Wei glanced at Ye Tang, then looked at Mr. Cong Wen and smiled: "You don't know this. Mr. Shui Qing is an amazing student. If you met him, you would probably not be able to help but accept him as a student."

of."

Mr. Cong Wen was very curious and said: "Oh? What do you mean by this? Isn't he a child prodigy and a genius?" Ye Tang seems to be very young, and if Mr. Shui Qing can't help but accept a disciple, he is probably a bit of a genius, but a genius

It's not like he's never seen a child prodigy before. Is it that exaggerated?

Mr. Wen Wei said: "He is a genius even more than a child prodigy. Look, he did all this." He took out a stack of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Mr. Cong Wen.

Ye Tang was a little dazed at the side. What kind of trouble is Mr. Wen Wei going to make? He couldn't be here with him, right? And when did he hide so much paper in his sleeves? What is this for?

There should be some of his poems and articles on the paper. Ye Tang felt dizzy. Mr. Wen Wei was a bit unreliable. Could it be that he took him on such a long mountain road just to be lucky?

Depressing.

Without even thinking about it, he knew that Mr. Congwen's performance must be exciting or even crazy, and he couldn't help himself. Ye Tang sat back a step slightly, so as not to get too excited and get into trouble later.

What Mr. Wen Wei gave to Mr. Congwen was "The Story of Love Lotus", "Spring Snow in Qinyuan" and the poems published in Weiyu magazine. As expected, Mr. Congwen slapped the table hard after reading it, and at the same time

He shouted loudly: "Good poems, good words, good writing, good, good, good." Even after saying three good words, his face turned red.

The tea was even spilled. Mr. Wen Wei straightened the cup with a big smile and said, "How is it? Is it more genius than a child prodigy?" He knew that this old friend would be excited and applauded, and indeed he was.

"Genius, definitely a genius, old friend, it's hard work." Mr. Congwen praised loudly, but soon turned into a frown.

Mr. Wen Wei has known him for many years and naturally knows what he means by suffering. He laughed and said: "I said you can't help but say it right, but it's a pity that it's too late. Old man Shui Qing beat me to it.

I am also suffering."

Mr. Wen Wei also said something bitter, but his face did not show that he was as exaggerated as Mr. Cong Wen. After all, he had already accepted this fact.

Ye Tang started to feel dizzy again. Is it that exaggerated? What's so good about having an apprentice? Just like him, Mr. Shui Qing didn't seem to have any worries. Well, it seems that he didn't learn to draw during this period.

, let alone practicing calligraphy, Mr. Shui Qing already has opinions.

It seems that after he goes back, he has to go hang out with Mr. Shui Qing for a few days. These days are mainly because he can't spare time due to Phoenix Entertainment. He actually wants to study, but there are always priorities in things.

What to do.

"Your given name is Ziqing? Then old man, let me call you Ziqing, too," Mr. Congwen said with a sigh. Mr. Shuiqing is really a man of extraordinary literary talent, surpassing all his students. One article "

"E-Lian Said" is enough to make him famous forever. What kind of genius does this have to be?

Mr. Cong Wen was very impressed. Of course, "Spring Snow in the Garden", "Wine to Ask the Moon", "Drinking Alone under the Moon" and "The First Sunny After the Rain" are also excellent. They are simply masterpieces. Who wouldn't want such a masterpiece?

Old man Shui Qing was so lucky to have picked up such a treasure. Mr. Cong Wen was even a little jealous.

"It emerges from the mud but is not stained, washes the clear ripples without being evil, the gentleman's lotus is wonderful, wonderful!" Mr. Congwen said repeatedly while twirling his beard. Relatively speaking, his favorite was the "Shuo of Love of the Lotus", which is pure white.

Isn't the lotus the truest portrayal of a gentleman?

The idea is elegant and the artistic conception is unique. It is simply wonderful to use the lotus flower as a metaphor for a gentleman.

"Of course it's wonderful. Old friend, you probably don't know that as soon as Ziqing's "Love of Lotus" came out, countless families in the capital started to plant lotus flowers. Even your backyard, old friend, was transplanted by your grandson.

A large lotus flower made it smell like a mud pond." Mr. Wen Wei said with a smile.

In fact, not only in the capital, but also in other parts of the country, many people fell in love with growing lotus flowers. It can be said that one article changed the fate of a flower.

After Mr. Wen Wei said this, Mr. Cong Wen's face changed a little and said: "So those people in my family have known about Zi Qing's excellent articles and poems for a long time? Why didn't you come and inform me? This

Some bastards."

Mr. Cong Wen was a little angry. If his son and daughter were here, they would probably be beaten hard by him.

"No? My nephew said he sent it to you earlier, but you didn't see it?" Mr. Wen Wei asked curiously.

"Is there any?" Mr. Cong Wen was a little confused, but suddenly he slapped his penis hard and suddenly realized: "I remembered it, it happened, but I burned it."

"Burned?" Mr. Wen Wei was stunned.

Mr. Congwen patted his head and said: "Yeah, that bastard didn't explain it clearly at that time, and kept urging me to go down the mountain and go home to live. I was so angry that I burned it. Alas, it's too late to regret it. It's too late to regret it.

That’s it.” He was almost beating his chest.

But Mr. Wen Wei smiled and said: "I think you might as well go down the mountain and go home to live. You see, if you were down there, you should have known such good poems and prose, and you would have spared those boys and girls in your family."

Worried, wouldn’t you say?”

"Go down the mountain?" Mr. Cong Wen was a little moved, but then he narrowed his eyes and said, "I said, old friend Wen Wei, are you here to lobby for those few things from my house?"

Ye Tang also looked at Mr. Wen Wei. From their conversation just now, it seemed that they had some lobbying intentions. They went in such a big circle just to persuade Mr. Cong Wen to come down. He didn't know what to say.

Mr. Wen Wei really came to be a lobbyist, and he was indeed entrusted by his son and daughter. Ye Tang's poems were also specially prepared, just to "**" him down the mountain.

In fact, he guessed early on that this old friend didn't know those poems and articles, otherwise he wouldn't have specially prepared them. As for Ye Tang, it was mainly to introduce him to the identity of old friend Cong Wen. There are many people worth meeting.

People can’t see it even if they want to. (To be continued.)