Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes

Naturally, Li Mo couldn't walk, and before he took two steps, the boss grabbed his arm. The smile on his face was like a flower blooming in spring, and he said quickly: "Little brothers, I see that you are really filial, and I am not blind." You have eyes for money, you just said you only have 30,000, and today I will bleed a lot to fulfill your filial piety, how about 30,000?"

"Xiao Mo, you promised to give me a gold bracelet before, but I figured it would be worth more than 10,000 yuan. It's better not to buy the painting, and we'll talk about it when we meet the right one."

Qin Sirui held Li Mo's other arm, and said coquettishly.

The smile on the boss's face suddenly became a bit ugly, but he still grabbed Li Mo and said: "Little brother, tell me, what is the most you can bid, as long as it can make me eat, I will transfer it to you."

Li Mo seemed to have made up his mind at this moment, raised a finger and said, "It's only 10,000 yuan, I don't want any more."

The boss immediately grabbed his hand and said, "Little brother, it's a deal."

The next transaction went smoothly, Li Mo took the copybook and left contentedly, while the boss was happily from ear to ear.

The two quickly merged into the crowd.

"Xiaomo, what is the background of this calligraphy?"

"I don't know yet, but it looks a bit unusual at first, and we'll appreciate it when we get back. But you cooperated so well just now, and you immediately understood what I wanted to express."

Qin Sirui pursed his lips and smiled, pointed to a food stall not far away and said, "I want to eat that youth ball."

"I want to eat too, let's go, buy a copy and go."

The two walked around the old street for an hour, bought a ticket to enter the Summer Palace after having some snacks at noon. Around April, the willow trees in the Summer Palace began to sprout buds, and the weeping willows moved with the wind, and the lake breeze blew over, smelling the breath of spring.

"Xiao Mo, Grandpa Shi and Grandma Shi will have their birthdays in more than a month. I want to prepare a gift for them. Do you have any good suggestions?"

The two walked slowly along the lake, looking like a couple walking and chatting.

"They have a birthday?"

Li Mo's voice was a little louder. He remembered Shibin said that grandpa's birthday is in the twelfth lunar month, and grandma's birthday should be in the first month. Why do they have their birthday in May?

Then a thought popped up in his mind and asked, "Is it their daughter's birthday that day?"

"Yeah." Qin Sirui's voice was a little low and sad, "Every year on that day, grandpa would call a few old comrades to spend time with Grandpa Shi and the others, mainly to chat with them, lest they be too sad."

"Si Rui, I have a good idea. I will prepare that gift for you later."

"Okay." Qin Sirui didn't ask what the gift was, but silently walked forward beside him.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, Li Mo and Qin Sirui returned to the Qin family compound. Mr. Qin was listening to Gusu Pingtan in the south, and his Wu Nong accent sounded full of charm.

"Grandpa, isn't grandma here?"

"I went to the Hutong Old Street for a walk, but I haven't come back yet." Qin Lao sat up from the recliner and waved to Li Mo, "Drink tea here, the new Longjing."

"Can you understand Gusu Pingtan?" Li Mo sat on the leisure stool next to him and started to make tea.

"I don't understand, that's what I heard." Mr. Qin glanced at Li Mo, saw him casually put a calligraphy and painting on the coffee table, and became interested, "Just found it?"

"I found it at an old street stall near the Summer Palace. It's interesting, but I haven't had time to appreciate it in detail."

"Let me consider."

Mr. Qin loves calligraphy, painting and porcelain the most, and the calligraphy and painting with a great background must be the ones he takes a fancy to. Carefully opened the scroll, what appeared in the eyes was a copybook.

"Good calligraphy in regular script."

Old Qin kept looking down, and when he saw the red clay seal at the end, he muttered: "Huang Ziyuan, where did you see this name?"

This is Qin Sirui walking into the study with two small plates of snacks and said with a smile: "Even Grandpa doesn't know who he is, which means he is not very famous in history."

But Li Mo almost couldn't hold the teapot in his hand. He put down the teapot and leaned over and said, "Is it really Huang Ziyuan's seal?"

"you know?"

Li Mo took the copybook from Qin Lao's hand, and the content was Wen Tianxiang's "Song of Righteous Qi", which began with: There is righteousness in the world, mixed with manifolds. The lower part is Heyue, and the upper part is the sun star.

It seems that there is an aura of heaven and earth blowing towards the face, full of momentum, and the font is even more beautiful.

Li Mo read it to the end, and at the end was the small script 'Huang Ziyuan'.

"It's no wonder that this hand of regular script is superb. This is the calligraphy treasure of the 'Sage of Words' of the Qing Dynasty."

Elder Qin thought for a while and finally remembered and said, "That Huang Ziyuan who was bestowed the 'Sage of Words' by Emperor Guangxu?"

"It's him. Unexpectedly, the copybooks found on the old street are actually written by him."

"Li Mo, so Huang Ziyuan is very famous?"

Qin Sirui asked from the side, then reached out to pick up the teapot and poured him a cup of tea, and then poured another cup for Qin Lao.

"When we talk about practicing brush characters and calligraphy, we will unconsciously think of starting from regular script or official script, but it seems that the threshold is higher. In fact, regular script is very difficult to write. Since Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan and Zhao Ziang, Even if there are regular script masters, they are far inferior to the four of them, and even in the next few hundred years, it will be difficult to produce regular script masters."

"Until the end of the Qing Dynasty, there was an influential regular script calligrapher, and he was Huang Ziyuan. Huang Ziyuan knew many calligraphy styles, but his regular script was the most influential. He first learned Yan Zhenqing's script, and later copied Liu Gongquan's script and Ouyang's script. Inquiry fonts, and they are all based on their regular script, so we can see the shadow of "Yanjinliugu" in Huang Ziyuan's calligraphy font."

"You can see that his calligraphy is lifelike, with natural brushwork, strong relaxation, flesh and blood, and it is very comfortable to look at. Why is Huang Ziyuan's calligraphy known as the number one regular script in the Qing Dynasty? There is a story in it."

"When Emperor Guangxu's mother died of illness, because Huang Ziyuan was good at calligraphy, and everyone recognized it very much, including the current emperor. Sure enough, he was ordered by the emperor to write a god, and he knelt down and hung his hand to write. Appreciate it, give it the title of "Zi Sheng". It is the first person in thousands of years to be given the honorary title of "Zi Sheng" by the emperor. It can be seen that at that time, even if his regular script was ranked second, no one dared to be the first. "

Having said that, Li Mo picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Xiaomo, do you want to collect this calligraphy yourself?" Elder Qin was obviously moved. He wanted to collect good calligraphy by famous masters.

"I'm going to put the calligraphy of the 'Sage of Zi' in my Guyunxuan Museum, so don't worry about it, Mr. Qin. The only thing I can get in my hands now is the italic script works of Huang Ziyuan, the sage of calligraphy in the late Qing Dynasty. Zhu Zhishan's cursive script works, one of the talents, still have a long way to go if I want to enrich my collection of calligraphy works."

"It's really good calligraphy."

Elder Qin said with emotion, it's a pity that he really has no chance.