Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 666: The True Meaning of Drinking

Of course, staring at a young girl is impolite, so Fang Minghua quickly retracted his gaze and looked at Wang Shuo.

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

"Yes, long time no see, take a seat." Fang Minghua smiled slightly and pointed to the empty seat next to him.

As they sat down, they heard Xu Jinglei say, "Brother Minghua, I've heard of your name for a long time, and today I saw that he is indeed very handsome."

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

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

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

When everyone is present, the feast begins.

Everyone ate and talked, naturally all about things in the literary and artistic circles. Fang Minghua discovered that Wang Shuo, who always loved to talk a lot, spoke obviously less today. On the contrary, Xu Jinglei, perhaps because she was more familiar with these men, talked a lot.

"Minghua, have you collected any good paintings recently?" The question was asked by Ma Weidu.

Among them, only Ma Weidu and Fang Minghua collected it, while Hai Yan's collection of pear wood was a later event.

Hearing Ma Weidu's question, Fang Minghua put down his chopsticks and replied, "I only paint those paintings. I haven't paid much attention to them in recent years."

Fang Minghua was telling the truth; as for calligraphy and painting, apart from communicating with a few very close friends, he basically just enjoys it for his own amusement.

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

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

"Really?" Xu Jinglei was surprised. "Brother Minghua, I like calligraphy and painting the most. I wanted to apply for the stage design department of the Central Academy of Drama, but I didn't get in. I was admitted to the acting department of Yandian University by accident."

"Being an actor is also good." Fang Minghua replied with a smile.

"That's about right. But I still like calligraphy and painting. Brother Minghua, do you have any calligraphy works?"

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

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

Fang Minghua nodded.

I heard that Xu Jinglei has been practicing calligraphy since she was a child, and it seems that her reputation is well-deserved.

To be honest, I have studied 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 rarely pay attention to their handwriting. In fact, his calligraphy is also unique and each has its own merits.

As Xu Jinglei said, Zhang Daqian's calligraphy was indeed derived from Huang Tingjian, and he also absorbed the Northern steles to form the "Daqian style".

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

"Ms. Xu, you're 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". The title of the magazine is written by you. I saw that the signature below is Minghua, right?"

Oops
You actually saw this?

Fang Minghua was surprised.

He did write the title for the magazine.

It was the spring of 89. At the invitation of Xu Yue, the editor-in-chief of "Chinese and Foreign Documentary Literature", I followed Lu Yao to the Tianhan area for a long tour. Finally, I wrote the essay collection "Fragments of Civilization", which opened the prelude to the "Cultural Essay" movement.

After the end, Xu Yue asked him to nominate for his publication, Fang Minghua was reluctant 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 Weidu to have read it.

Hearing this, Xu Jinglei became even happier.

"Brother Minghua, I have loved calligraphy since I was a child, and I especially admire those who write well. Can you show me your skills right here so I can learn from you?"

this.
Fang Minghua didn't really want to write it, not because he was too arrogant, but because there was no need.

Isn't it good for everyone to have a meal together, drink some wine, chat and even brag? What words should be written?

I didn't expect that everyone here would say,
Fang Minghua actually has this ability?

They immediately started cheering loudly, and Hai Yan even picked up his mobile phone and went to the front desk to ask the staff on duty to quickly find pens, ink, paper and inkstone to send over.

This was not a difficult task. In the 1980s and 1990s, hotels like the Kunlun Hotel had special 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 complete set of writing utensils.

Fang Minghua took a look.

Haha, they are all good things.

The pens from Wang Yipinzhai of Huzhou, the ink from Yidege of Yanjing, the rice paper from Wang Liuji of Huizhou, and the inkstone from Liupintang of Hangzhou.

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

"Our beautiful Xu is your servant, Minghua, why don't you show off your skills?" Someone immediately started to make a fuss.

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.

"You guys are forcing me to do this, so I'm not good at writing. Please don't laugh at me." Fang Minghua said before picking up the brush.

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

He paused for a moment and said:
"Wen Zhengming, a great calligrapher and painter in the Ming Dynasty, once wrote a poem called "Drinking Wine" at a gathering with friends. I will borrow it tonight to liven up our gathering."

After saying this, Fang Minghua held his breath, stared, and began to write.

"I enjoy the pleasure of drinking in the evening, and feel relaxed after three cups.

It is unforgettable that time under the flowers, what is better than drinking wine?

Things in the world are ever-changing, and life does not last a hundred years.

I should also be a horse rider, and sleep by the north window."

The writing moves smoothly and is completed in one go.

I put down the brush, took a look at it, and felt satisfied with myself. It was better than what I usually wrote.

No wonder ancient poets liked to drink some wine before painting or writing poetry. It would make a difference what they did after drinking.

Hearty!

"Wow, Brother Minghua, have you practiced Wang Xizhi's calligraphy?" Xu Jinglei shouted excitedly while standing aside and carefully watching Fang Minghua's cursive script. Suddenly, she said:

"No. Your brushstrokes have traces of Ouyang Xun's style. Have you ever copied Ouyang Xun's calligraphy?"

Fang Minghua did not hide it.

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

"awesome."

"It's really well written. I admire it!"

Although Hai Yan and the others did not understand calligraphy, they could not help but praise Fang Minghua's handwriting when they saw it.

It looks comfortable.

"Brother Minghua, can you give me this calligraphy?" Xu Jinglei made another request.

"Okay." Fang Minghua agreed.

It's just a piece of calligraphy.

Since it was going to be a gift to someone, it had to be written in full. Fang Minghua first wrote "Drinking" by Wen Zhengming in the upper right corner, and then wrote his own name as well as the year, month and day in the lower right corner.

Well, just one stamp is missing.

But Fang Minghua doesn’t have that kind of thing.

"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 writing titles for magazines, I have only given calligraphy to two people, and I didn't expect that they were both girls.

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

This time it was given to Xu Jinglei again.

(End of this chapter)