Chapter 666: The True Meaning of the Wine

Of course, it was impolite to stare at a young girl. Fang Minghua quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo also looked at him: "Minghua, long time no see."

"Yeah, long time no see, sit down." Fang Minghua smiled slightly and pointed to the empty seat next to him.

The two of them sat down and heard Xu Jinglei say: "Brother Minghua, I've heard of him a long time ago. I saw him today and he is really handsome."

"Who is this?" Fang Minghua pretended to ask Wang Shuo.

"My girlfriend, Xu Jinglei, is a student at Yandian University." Wang Shuo explained.

"Miss Xu, thank you, you are very beautiful." Fang Minghua replied with a smile.

When everyone arrives, the banquet will begin.

Everyone was chatting while eating, and naturally it was all about the literary and art world. Fang Minghua discovered that Wang Shuo, who always liked to chat about mountains and rivers, obviously had few words today. On the contrary, Xu Jinglei was probably more familiar with these men and talked more.

"Minghua, have you collected any good paintings recently?" It was Ma Weidu who asked.

Here, Ma Weidu and Fang Minghua were involved in collecting, while Haiwei's collection of pear trees came later.

Hearing Ma Weidu's question, Fang Minghua put down his chopsticks and replied: "I just have those paintings, and I haven't paid much attention to them in the past few years."

Fang Minghua told the truth. Regarding calligraphy and painting, except for communicating with a few very close friends, he basically entertains himself now.

Xu Jinglei, who was chatting with others next to her, heard this and immediately turned her head to look at Fang Minghua: "Brother Minghua, do you collect paintings and calligraphy?"

"Jinglei, you don't know that Minghua is a great collector. The family has nearly 10,000 famous paintings from the Republic of China era, including Zhang Daqian, Qi Baishi, and Fu Baoshi," Ma Weidu said.

"Really?" Xu Jinglei looked surprised: "Brother Minghua, I like calligraphy and painting the most. At first I wanted to apply for the stage design department of Chinese drama, but I didn't get into the performance department of Yandian Film Festival by accident."

"It's good to be an actor." Fang Minghua replied with a smile.

"Absolutely. But I still like calligraphy and painting. Brother Minghua, do you have any calligraphy works hidden there?"

"Very few, only a few calligraphy works by Yu Youren from Qin Province." Fang Ming told the truth.

"Oh, but Chinese painting emphasizes calligraphy and painting regardless of family. The calligraphy of Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian is also good, especially Zhang Daqian's calligraphy, which combines the "knife and brush" method of Beibei and some traces of Huang Tingjian." Xu Jinglei said.

Fang Minghua nodded.

It is said that Xu Jinglei has practiced calligraphy since she was a child, and it seems that she is well-deserved.

To be honest, I have done a lot of research on Chinese paintings during the Republic of China period, and I also learned about the calligraphy of these painters. Ordinary people usually only appreciate the paintings of these painters and pay little attention to their handwriting. In fact, his calligraphy is also unique and has its own merits.

As Xu Jinglei said, Zhang Daqian's character was indeed derived from Huang Tingjian, and absorbed the Bei stele to form the "Daqian style".

"Brother Minghua, you have collected so many paintings and calligraphy. You must be very good at copying calligraphy frequently, right?" Xu Jinglei suddenly asked.

"Miss Xu, you are joking, my handwriting is very average." Fang Minghua was very modest.

"Isn't that right? Minghua." Ma Weidu suddenly took over the topic: "There is a magazine in Qin Province called "Chinese and Foreign Documentary Literature". You wrote the title. I saw that the name below is Minghua, right?"

Oops

Did you actually see this?

Fang Minghua was surprised.

He did write a title for the magazine.

It was still in the spring of 1989. At the invitation of Xu Yue, the editor-in-chief of "Chinese and Foreign Documentary Literature", I followed Lu Yao and went shopping in the Tianhan area. Finally, I wrote the essay collection "Civilization Fragments" and unveiled the "cultural prose" Prelude to the movement.

After it was over, Xu Yue asked him to nominate his journal, but Fang Minghua was stubborn and had to agree.

This was also the only time he showed his calligraphy in public.

"Chinese and Foreign Documentary Literature" is just a small publication with a small circulation. I didn't expect Ma Wei to read it.

Hearing this, Xu Jinglei became even more happy.

"Brother Minghua, I have loved calligraphy since I was a child, and I particularly admire those who can write well. Can you show me your skills on the spot and let me learn?"

this.

Fang Minghua didn't really want to write it, not because he was arrogant, but because it was unnecessary.

Wouldn’t it be nice for everyone to have a meal together, drink and chat, or even brag? What words should I write?

Unexpectedly, when people here heard this, they thought, "Oh!"

Fang Minghua actually has this ability?

He immediately started cheering loudly, and Haiyi even picked up his mobile phone and handed it to the reception desk, asking the staff on duty to quickly find pens, ink, paper and inkstones to bring over.

This is not difficult. In the 1980s and 1990s, hotels like the Kunlun Hotel had dedicated exhibition halls to sell traditional Chinese cultural items to guests, especially foreign guests.

So it didn't take long for the two girls to bring a set of writing utensils.

Fang Minghua took a look.

Oh, they are all good things.

The pens of Wang Yipizhai of Huzhou, the ink of Yidege of Yanjing, the rice paper of Wang Liuji of Huizhou, and the inkstones of Liupintang of Hangzhou.

The two girls brought in another long table. Xu Jinglei spread out the rice paper skillfully and started grinding it again.

"Our beautiful lady is a book boy, Minghua, why don't you show off your skills?" Someone immediately started booing.

At this point, Fang Minghua had no choice but to stand up and walk towards the long table, but he didn't notice that Wang Shuo's face looked a little ugly.

"I'm being pushed to the top by you guys. I don't write well, so don't make fun of me." Fang Minghua said before picking up the brush.

At this time, he drank wine and was a little drunk. Looking at the large piece of rice paper, he really had the urge to write something.

He pondered for a moment and said:

"Wen Zhengming, the great calligrapher and painter of the Ming Dynasty, once wrote a poem called "Wine" at a gathering of friends. I will borrow it tonight to entertain our gathering."

After finishing speaking, Fang Minghua held his breath and began to write.

“It’s fun to drink wine at night, and feel comfortable after three glasses of wine.

What is unforgettable is that under the flowers, there is nothing better than in front of the bottle.

Things in the world are ever-changing, but life lasts only a hundred years.

You should also be a horse rider, so I will sleep by the north window. "

The writing moves swiftly and smoothly, all in one go.

I put down the writing brush and took a look at it. I was also satisfied that my writing was better than usual.

No wonder ancient poets liked to drink some wine before painting and writing poems, but what they did after drinking wine made them feel different.

Enjoyable!

"Wow, brother Minghua, you have practiced Wang Xizhi's posts!" Standing aside and carefully looking at the cursive script written by Fang Minghua, Xu Jinglei exclaimed excitedly, and suddenly said:

"No. There are traces of Ouyang Xun in your strokes. Have you ever copied Ouyang Xun's calligraphy?"

Fang Minghua didn't hide it either.

"I started by copying Ouyang Xun's calligraphy, and in the past two years I started practicing Wang Xizhi's calligraphy."

"Awesome, awesome."

"The writing is really good, I admire it!"

Although Haiyi and the others didn't know calligraphy, they couldn't help but praise Fang Minghua's handwriting when they saw it.

It looks comfortable.

"Brother Minghua, can you give me this calligraphy?" Xu Jinglei asked again.

"Okay." Fang Minghua agreed.

Just a word.

Since he was going to give it away, he had to write it all in full. Fang Minghua first wrote the inscription "Due to Wine" in the upper right corner, and then wrote his name, year, month, and day in the lower right corner.

Well, there is only one seal left.

But Fang Minghua doesn’t have that kind of stuff either.

"Thank you, thank you." Xu Jinglei looked at the rice paper carefully, waiting for the ink to dry.

Fang Minghua suddenly felt funny.

Apart from contributing to magazines, I have only given calligraphy to two people, and I didn’t expect that they were both girls.

A few years ago, Minghua went to the United States and wrote a letter to Emily.

This time it was for Xu Jinglei again.