Chapter 142: Growth (5)

At the door, Tang Yi and Huang Qunsheng talked about each other. They seemed to have a lot of fun. After two days of playing, they finally enjoyed themselves. Tang Yi said with a loud voice, "Hey, Black Bean After accepting the student and thinking about how he had troubled before, I wonder how dare he really be a teacher. "
Huang Qunsheng replied with a smile: "Then you used to be cynical, but now you are not an official?"
Both laughed, and Huang Xuan also smiled. Since Huang Jindi became ill, Huang Qunsheng rarely had such a happy time. The struggle in the family was not suitable for him. Even if he saw these fights, It is difficult for him to accept.
Zhang Xinyi smiled at the two girls and greeted them. While preparing slippers for the two, they whispered: "Xuan'er brought two young guests. Don't scare others."
Tang Yi reluctantly took the slippers and said, "Trouble brother and sister." Huang Qunsheng put on his own shoes and asked, "Huang Xuan's classmate?"
"Two girls." Zhang Xinyi said deliberately and mysteriously, and Tang Yi cited another burst of laughter.
Huang Xuan just walked over, and said obediently, "Uncle Tang." The two women behind him also said timidly: "Uncle Tang is good."
Tang Yi said "Oh", and looked at it again, said: "The two little children are so beautiful, your family Huang Xuan has a vision."
After talking for a while, Cai> ~ impression, Huang Qunsheng didn't ask who he was. He only looked at Huang Xuan and took Tang Yi said: "Go, Lao Tang, I collected a few pieces of old ink here. You can give me a copy. "
"Really? When you were in school, you said my words were ugly."
"That's jealous." Huang Qunsheng also said humorously in front of his classmates: "You are a high-ranking official, and I can't ask for a pair?"
"You." Tang Yi fingered Huang Qunsheng, said: "Don't go to your study too, there are too many things, the place is too small, right here, natural light. Look at your ink first."
Huang Qunsheng smiled and went upstairs to get ink. Tang Yi sat on the sofa himself and smiled to Huang Xuan: "Going to class today? How do you feel? The friendship of classmates, I didn't understand until I was older."
Huang Xuanying promised, although today the monkeys and other people put all their energy on the two beautiful girls, but he did feel some happiness from his peers, he said: "It is much better to talk about business with middle-aged people. . "
Tang Yi smiled. Dao: "You are talking about me and your family."
Huang Xuan smiled embarrassingly and quickly apologized. Zhang Xinyi patted Huang Xuan's head with a weird look. Tao: "I'm going to cook. You and Uncle Tang have a good chat and learn more useful things."
Diao Chan quickly stood up and said, "Sister Zhang, let me go with you."
Zhang Xinyi saw that the chef had not arrived yet. There are so many people today, so he nodded, and Cai Wenji didn't know what to think, watching TV alone.
Tang Yi is a very interesting person. He seems to be able to say a few words with anyone. He speaks with great taste. Taunting, humor, and a little self-deprecation are always people who are willing to talk to him. Compared with the negotiation experts Huang Xuan met, such masters of Chinese studies are actually easier to communicate with people.
After another conversation, Huang Qunsheng took a yellow box and put his arms underneath. With both hands stretched out and embracing, it was love, Tang Yi looked at the light in front of him, got up and took it, touched the surface and said, "Is it the Shanghai style ink?"
He said it while carefully placing it on the coffee table, opening the lid and saying: "I saw a piece of art Su Zhaidi ink last time in Beijing, asking price 32, I thought for an afternoon without patience."
The ink cartridge was wrapped in a piece of yellow satin, and Tang Yi carefully opened it. There are four pens with short and long black ink on the knuckles. One of the edges has been mottled. Each ink has a name written on it. The one on the far side has the words "Ji He Xuan" written, Tang Yi Stroking it by hand, gently scratching it with fingernails, smearing it on the back of the hand with spit, sighed, "Hu Gongshou's ink, good ink."
"Would you like to leave Mobao?" Huang Qunsheng smiled. He was born in science, but the students of that era always had a lot of interest in Guoxue.
Tang Yi still shook his head and said, "I can't afford it."
"What is Shanghai Hui Mo?" Cai Wenji asked.
Tang Yi gave her a slightly surprised look and shook her head to explain: "The ink is for literati. The literati have money to use it well. Therefore, a large number of domestic literati, calligraphers and painters were opened in Shanghai. Shanghai is attracted, and now it is called the gathering of humanities. At that time, the most famous ones in making ink were Cao Sugong and Hu Kaiwen. The sixth generation of Cao Sugong, called Sun Yaoqian, moved to Shanghai. Yi Su Zhai, a later source of Zhan Dayou, who made cigarettes and made ink at Xiaodongmen in Shanghai, Hu Kaiwen
Sun also opened Hu Kaiwen Mozhuang in Shanghai. This Hui Mo has regained its glory, and Hui Mo probably started from Guangxu. If the teacher tells you the place of the lecture, you need to add a sentence of "square inches, thousands of weather", which is about the design of this ink.
Cai Wenji nodded his head and asked, "Since this ink is so good, why don't you try it?"
"Waste." Tang Yi sighed again.
Huang Xuan peeped at him and whispered to Luo Lin, "Is there any calligraphy at that time in the Han Dynasty?"
"The most famous one is Zhang Cao."
Before he asked again, Huang Qunsheng smiled and said, "Okay, you don't have to be polite anymore. I bought it for you. You leave me a piece of ink and take the rest to study. If you can't bear it, , Then it can only stay with me. "
Tang Yi laughed again, and said, "Then here, the living room is large, and I will give you a large letter."
Huang Qunsheng had prepared a pen and paper long ago, and greeted Li Qing to lay it out. Tang Yi raised the thick wolf of his arm and thought for a while, and then stroked the book: if he can make a glass of water as famous as his name, Yingxin Village tea is more aromatic than wine.
It is the couplet of Mr. Qi Gong.
Cai Wenji's eyelashes flickered, carefully watching the ink on the floor, Huang Xuan quietly leaned up and asked, "Do you have ink at that time?"
"Of course." Cai Wenji stared at Huang Xuan and looked at it again. She was obviously interested in Tang Yi's calligraphy. According to Huang Xuanxiang, after all these days of kung fu, she also had no time to see these miscellaneous places.
The couplet came together in one breath, and there was a great air hidden in it. Tang Yi looked at it with satisfaction and said, "Lao Huang, will you give us a note?"
"No, if you give an inscription, I'm going to leave it to my son." Huang Qunsheng said with a smile.
Tang Yi smiled at Huang Xuan and noticed Cai Wenji's eyes, wondering: "A little girl can also calligraphy?"
Cai Wenji didn't hear it clearly, pointing to himself: "You let me write?"
Huang Xuan's smile suddenly stiffened, and Tang Yi said with a loud laughter: "Okay, now young people, dare not write too much."
Cai> u did n’t have the heart of a 17-year-old girl.
Carrying such a large brush, Cai Wenji was accustomed to it. She thought about it on her head and used a big bean to write on the side of the paper.
Huang Qunsheng read it lightly, nothing more than what year and month, and so and so on, but Tang Yi was solemn and said: "Guli, there are not many people." The so-called ancient Li, is probably the script before Wang Mang. For the people of the Cai Wenji era, although Zhang Cao is beautiful, the inscription is courteous with Gu Li.
Tang Yi said that he squatted down, looked at it carefully, and smiled to Huang Qunsheng with a bitter smile: "This little girl is amazing, she mentioned this word, this paper is worth a hundredfold." He said that some books were angry Tao: "Special and quaint, wonderful."
Huang Xuan couldn't recognize the word, but even if he didn't really know it, he only looked at the thick brush on his arm and wrote the size of the finger, or the strokes were complicated and very clear. I thought I knew it with the palm of my hand. The little crush is really a master of ancient books.
Cai Wenji smiled modestly and humbled. After a while, the two talked about Lishu, Huang Xuan finally closed his eyes, and someone talked to Cai Wenji about Lishu ...
Tang Yi said more and more happy, said: "Are you going to school here? Who are your parents?"
"My family lives in Nanyang and lives in China for a while." This is a long-prepared remark. Huang Xuan, who has rich experience since childhood, is also a master.
"Did you go to high school?"
"No." Cai shook his head, and Huang Xuan felt very bad.
Sure enough, Tang Yi asked another two sentences, and then taught Cai>: What is the question, but three or two minutes, Tang Yi said: "I bring a graduate student to Renmin University to study history and ancient texts, the direction is the ancient pre-Qin Literature, with a bit of poetry from the Han and Sui Dynasty and family research. Are you interested in my graduate school? Anyway, you are also an overseas Chinese, just apply to study. "
Huang Xuan absolutely believes that Uncle Tang has the ability to solve the problem of Cai Wenji ’s quota. All three people from Dahan have complete identification, which was completed after Lorraine squeaked and ran for a whole afternoon. Can graduate students be restricted?
Cai Wenji's eyes twitched and she seemed to think of something. She looked at Huang Xuan charmingly, and Huang Xuan almost shook her head with her eyes closed. After a long time, she heard Wen Ji's eyebrows say, "No, I won't necessarily stay in China this time. Moreover, I just took a class at the Shicheng Middle School here, and I always have to lay a good foundation. "
Tang Yi was disappointed in his words, and Zhang Xinyi, who came out of Duan Cai, even looked at Huang Qunsheng, who stared at Huang Xuan unjustly.