Chapter 93 Chinese Painting
“Dear students, have you completed the homework I assigned you yesterday?”
Kang Qirui had nothing to do that day, so he stayed at home and joined the old man. Courses in the Activity Center. After the teacher asked, everyone said they were done. Zhu Shinai was particularly enthusiastic and was the first to express her intention to read her homework aloud in front of everyone.
“Stewed red dates in pearl bird’s nest is good for beauty and anti-aging, and stewed with three slices of ginger can also prevent colds.” It’s just this level. It made everyone laugh. "What are you laughing at? What are you laughing at? Poems must rhyme, Teacher Liu, can my poems rhyme?"
"Rhyming means rhyming, but..." Before Teacher Liu said it, Mrs. Zhu said Cheering loudly: "Did you hear that? Teacher Liu praised me for rhyming."
The mother didn't like her, so she stood up and said, "Do you call it rhyming? I think you look like a soup commercial. Listen to me, mine rhymes." The mother put on her reading glasses, took out the manuscript paper and read Said: "The whole family goes up the mountain to grow pumpkins. My daughter-in-law is like a flower. She goes home after eating the pumpkins. I am the only one who is so good."
"Aunt Kang, what is good?" asked Uncle Liang.
"You don't understand what's so bad? In Mandarin, it's called pitiful." My mother spread her hands and said, "Everyone has gone home, and I'm left alone. Do you think it's bad?"
Liang Bo thought to himself that this was not forced, so he also stood up and said: "Listen to my poem, what do you think?"
"The sun rises and the sun is red again. Red, the earth is full of red flowers, the world is red and green, and the whole Guangzhou is red." After reading, Liang Bo looked at the audience proudly, "Isn't it a good poem?"
"Ah Liang, is your poem called a poem? It sounds red and red to my ears." Mrs. Zhu stood up and criticized Uncle Liang, not forgetting to draw Kang Qi Rui into the water, "A Rui, you must also have Write a poem? Read two poems to open their eyes.”
Kang Qirui was helpless. He was usually very low-key and couldn’t understand Zhu Shinai’s strange victory. What the hell is going on? Isn’t it just an assignment in a hobby class? He waved his hand and said: "I haven't studied poetry very much and haven't written it yet. What about that? I'm going to use the toilet. You guys can go on."
When Kang Qirui walked to the dining room to catch his urine, he Seeing Lao Dou start practicing calligraphy at the invitation of the teacher, he couldn't help but shook his head and said to himself: Lao Dou is really an arrogant old man who wants to save face and suffer. He went back to his room to take a nap.
When he woke up, all the elderly people in the activity center had left, and Lao Dou was alone in the dining room admiring his handwriting. When Lao Dou saw Kang Qirui, he asked: "Arui, come on, let me ask you, which of these two paintings is better?"
"Why are you asking me that? Kang Qirui asked.
"I'll explain it to you clearly." Lao Dou said with a smile: "One is written by the teacher, and the other is written by me. Look carefully, which one is better on the left or the right."
< br>It turned out that I wanted to brag that my handwriting was better than the teacher’s. Kang Qirui said tentatively: "Let me tell you, the one on the left."
"What?" Old Dou's tone changed.
Kang Qirui understood what was going on, and heard him say: "I haven't even finished speaking, what are you so anxious about, Old Dou? I mean, the picture on the left is really good, but it's just The one on the right is much more artistic and majestic than the one on the right.”
After hearing this, Lao Dou was satisfied and laughed. Still not forgetting to modestly say: "How can you say it so well."
Kang Qirui continued to coax Lao Dou, "The painting on the right should be written by the teacher. He is indeed a master of calligraphy. He is really good at calligraphy." Lao Dou laughed even louder, and he said proudly: "Then you can Wrong, the one on the right was written by me."
The second brother who had just returned heard Lao Dou's laughter at the door and walked into the dining room and asked curiously: "What's going on?"
Lao Dou repeated the question he had just asked Kang Qirui to the second brother, but the second brother was not so eye-catching. He actually said that the picture on the left was better, and was severely punished by Lao Dou. . "You told me earlier which picture you wrote, and I would have done it." The second brother said unconvinced.
After practicing calligraphy for two days, Lao Dou realized that his teacher's calligraphy was not as good as his, so he switched to studying traditional Chinese painting. He didn't know where he heard that a Chinese painting must be stamped with his own seal to be complete, so he asked Uncle Liang to carve a seal of "Di Ya Zhai" for him. At first, Uncle Liang was reluctant because he couldn't find the word "锔" in the Xinhua Dictionary. However, Lao Dou firmly believed that the word "锔" that could not be found in the Xinhua Dictionary showed profound knowledge and he must engrave this word. In the end, it was Liang Bo's son who looked up Liang Bo in the Kangxi dictionary and agreed to engrave it.
When everyone came home from get off work in the evening, they saw that the entire dining room had been transformed into Lao Dou’s painting exhibition, and the walls were covered with paintings painted by Lao Dou in the past two days. The second sister-in-law saw a very interesting painting and asked, "What is this?"
"Roast goose, idiot." The second guy took one look and said firmly. But Kang Qirui looked from left to right like a horse that had gained weight and become shorter.
While everyone was looking at the paintings, Lao Dou came out of the room and said, "How is it? Everyone has seen my paintings, right?" He looked like he was begging for praise and praise.
“That’s right.” The second sister-in-law cheered.
"It's really great. I didn't expect you to not only write well, but also draw better than others." In comparison, the second brother's compliments were much more thoughtful.
The satisfied Lao Dou directly took a painting and handed it to the second brother, saying: "Azong, now Lao Dou will give you this painting." The second brother and his sister-in-law were frightened and quickly waved their hands to refuse, But Lao Dou insisted: "Hang this painting in your room and take a look at it when you have nothing to do. Only in this way will you appear to be educated. Otherwise, you will look like a migrant worker when you go out, without any temperament."
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Kang Qirui, who was watching the play nearby, couldn't escape either. He was also given a painting by Lao Dou and asked to hang it in his room. After dinner and watching TV in the evening, when everyone went back to their respective rooms to sleep, Kang Qirui found that Ayao had a sad face and had no intention of going back to sleep. He thought that Ayao missed his wife. He said apologetically: "Third brother, do you miss your third sister-in-law? I'm sorry, because the company's affairs require her to travel frequently." After hearing this, the second brother also stayed. After all, he also has a share in the company. If he gets old because of this, It is a serious sin if three couples are at odds with each other.
Ayao waved his hands and denied: "You are overthinking. Xingzi works hard on her own, she is a strong woman." Then he said in annoyance: "Actually, it is because of our director My daughter is getting married tomorrow, I don’t know what to give her.”
“Can’t I just give him a red envelope?” Kang Qirui didn’t understand what A Yao was worried about.
"Of course not. The adults who give red envelopes dare not accept them, and the small people who seal them are unhappy." Ayao explained.
The second guy patted his thigh, shook his head and said: "Okay, that's it? It's so simple, just send famous people calligraphy and paintings. The boss will definitely like it, and it's decent, and he's not afraid of what others say."
"You think "I haven't thought about it?" Ayao frowned, "I went to Wende Road to see it. The cheapest one costs more than a thousand yuan, which is half a month's salary."
"We have." Does the Kang family still need to spend money to buy famous calligraphy and paintings?" The second brother said to A Yao, "Can you just get a piece of Di Ya Zhai and send it to him?"
A Yao Chao? After looking at Lao Dou's room, he said in a low voice: "Lao Dou's calligraphy and painting? If you can think of it, how can you give it away?"
The second brother disagreed and started talking. , "If you say you are stupid, you are stupid. Who really knows about calligraphy and painting, okay? It depends on whether the painter will become famous or not? Then you will keep bragging about how awesome Di Yazhai is. Who knows he is your old Dou?" Huh?”
It should be said or not, what the second guy said does have a certain truth. Just listen to him continue: "I remembered, how about the one in our room? It has flowers and grass, suitable for weddings." Just do it, the second brother is about to go into the room and give it to Ayao, Ayao hurries Pulling him, "Second brother, stop playing."
"Third brother, if you don't like the one in Second brother's room, I can give you the one in my room. He's a big fat kid, even more so. It's suitable for a happy event." Kang Qirui took the opportunity to say with a smile, and Lao Dou specially drew a picture of a baby and placed it in his room.
"What's so noisy?" Lao Dou walked out of the room and said dissatisfied: "What time is it? You still have to sleep on the sofa? Yumi will have to sleep on the sofa later, so don't delay if you don't want to sleep. Someone else."
"Old Dou, it's like this. We are talking about A Yao's boss getting married tomorrow, and A Yao can't think of anything to give him, so I gave him a suggestion. The calligraphy and painting in my room was given to his boss as a gift. It is generous, appropriate and has commemorative value." The second brother said it directly, and A Yao kept trying to stop him but didn't.
Lao Dou thought about it seriously and shook his head, "No."
A Yao suddenly smiled when he heard what Lao Dou said, "Did you hear that? Lao Dou even said it couldn't work."
"Why not?" Kang Qirui asked doubtfully, could it be that Lao Dou also Have you realized that his calligraphy and painting skills are average?
Old Dou said excitedly: "I mean the painting in A Zong's room is not good. I framed one today, and that one is good. Just wait." Lao Dou went back to his room, and A Yao glared at the second brother.
“This painting, this painting is fine with both sides.” Lao Dou took out the painting and showed it to the three brothers. "Old Dou, it doesn't seem right to give melons as a wedding gift." Ayao still wanted to shirk, and the second brother also nodded.
"Why is it bad? A melon means more children and more blessings." Lao Dou thought it was quite good, "With white hair reaching eyebrows, you will grow old together. Qi Baishi painted shrimps, Xu Beihong painted horses, and I Kang'er Draw pumpkins if you live longer.”
After hearing this, the second brother clapped his hands and cheered for Lao Dou, "Okay, okay, what a good idea. I heard others said that pumpkin can also cure diabetes."
"Take it, I will bring it to you tomorrow. Boss." Lao Dou handed it to A Yao, who reluctantly took it and went back to the room with a grimace. Kang Qirui talked to Lao Dou and went back to the room.
As soon as he entered the room, he opened the bookcase and rummaged for something. Zhu Wanling, who was still asleep, asked, "What are you looking for?" After saying that, she got up to help search together. Kang Qirui hurriedly said: "It's okay, you can go to sleep. I'll look for the paintings I drew before."
Kang Qirui can draw. As mentioned before, his calligraphy is very good. In recent years, Nian Kang's Spring Festival couplets were all written by himself. There is no distinction between calligraphy and painting. A good calligrapher can write good calligraphy and draw a good painting. Calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting, as two important representatives of Chinese culture and art, fully embody the core aesthetic elements of Chinese art. Therefore, the two have similarities in every aspect, such as the use of pen, charm, and inner emotions.
Kang Qirui found a picture of lotus and mandarin ducks that he had painted before, took out his pen and ink, and wrote a poem on it: "The sky is covered with frost over the ten-mile flat lake, and every inch of blue silk is worried about the past. The moon shape Looking only to protect each other, I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals." Stamped with his own seal, Master of the Phoenix Pavilion, this is Kang Qirui's nickname, taken from the meaning of Phoenix Nirvana and rebirth, implying that he is a reborn person. However, in the interpretation of outsiders, it means becoming a blockbuster and soaring into the sky.
Kang Qirui knocked on Ayao's door. Ayao opened the door and asked, "What's wrong with Arui?" Kang Qirui handed over his calligraphy and painting and said, "This is a picture of lotus and mandarin ducks I drew. If you say If you don't want to give it to Lao Dou, just take this one from me." Seeing A Yao's strange expression, he emphasized, "Don't worry, I won't embarrass you."
A Yao took it and opened it for a look. It became clear. Although he didn't understand it very well, he was afraid of comparison in everything. Compared with Lao Dou's, this is much better, and it's about the same as the ones he went to Wende Road to see for thousands of dollars. He praised: "Awesome, I didn't expect you, Ari, to be good at painting."
"Of course, you don't want to see who it is." Kang Qirui did not brag. He studied painting under Lu Jingqu, the master is Yu Haitang, a master of calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting, and the grand master is Zhao Haogong, known as the "Golden Painter" and a former professor of traditional Chinese painting at Shuangyashan University. It can be said that he comes from a famous family, so he is naturally qualified to brag.
(End of this chapter)