Son of Heaven

"This one is the plum blossoms of Jiang Chaozong in the Song Dynasty. The painting is about the sunset in the river and the sky, and the plums are sparse with a short fence. The original poem is like this: A small house with a short fence, two or three branches of cold fragrance and wet snow. There are endless thoughts outside the lonely bamboo. Wait until the sun sets on the river." Liang Chen pointed to the first painting of plum blossoms and said eloquently.Niu Ju swung his pen vigorously, writing incessantly. His handwriting is strong and powerful, with a sense of gold and steel that reprimands Fang Qiu. It was a sight to behold, but it also attracted Niu Yucai to yell and applaud from the side, and Liang Chen couldn't help admiring it frequently.

"This one is a drawing of ducks in Jiexisi in the Yuan Dynasty. The original poem is that the spring grass is young and young, and the spring chicks are gradually growing. The fluffy hair is colored, which should be explained by its name. This painting of bamboo is very famous, and it is also Zheng Xie and Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy and painting, the original poem is, one section after another, thousands of branches gather thousands of leaves. I don't bloom, I don't want to tease bees and butterflies." Liang Chen pointed to several pictures, one by one, and then chanted He has a wide range of knowledge and excellent eyesight. For a while, Niu Ju was a little ecstatic when he heard it. It was not until the ink on the tip of the pen stained the fine rice paper that he suddenly became vigilant. He raised the pen and looked at the drawing paper distressedly. , kept shaking his head, and then continued to write vigorously.

"In general, that's all, Uncle Niu, I just recited it from memory, maybe there are some discrepancies in some places, please forgive me, Uncle Niu." Liang Chen said with a smile after finishing these poems one by one.

"Whether it's wrong or right, it's all a fate. Where fate arises and fate dies, the state of mind is quite natural. Liang Chen, thank you." Niu Ju threw a pen on the inkstone, sighed, and hung a few paintings on the bookshelf to dry , looking at Vice and Shi in a daze, fell silent.

Niu Yu just tugged at Liang Chen, and quietly gestured to him, Liang Chen nodded, and the two of them backed out quietly. [

Sitting in the living room, Niu Yu handed Liang Chen a cigarette, lit it for him, and lit it himself. He was silent for a while with a sad expression, and then whispered, "I used to have a sister who was three years older than me. If she is alive now, she should be 25 years old. My parents said that this sister was smart and talented in painting since she was a child. She is an absolute gifted child. The imitation of ancient paintings is lifelike, and the broken potted orchid hanging in the hall The picture was drawn by my sister when she was six years old, so she was the apex of my parents’ heart at that time, and she was very fond of it. When I was four years old, she was seven years old, and my father was still far away at that time When I was a soldier, my mother took the two of us to see him. As a result, the train derailed on the way, and there was still a fire in the car. My mother smashed the car glass and jumped out to pick us up from the window. My sister pushed me first to save me. I got out, but just after I was pushed out, the train overturned. My mother hugged me and watched my sister die in the carriage. When I found her again, her head was smashed to pieces. I can't see the original appearance, only the little floral dress made by my mother can tell it's her." At this point, Niu Yu's eyes were red, and she leaned her head on the sofa, her face was already full of tears.