Chapter 30 [Just because I am in this mountain] (2)

Chen Guowei and Hong Ling were not interested in this big stone. They were tired of leaving and gasped, saying, "Stop, drink a little water before leaving!"

Bypassing the rocks, the gurgling water became clearer and clearer. Looking up, I saw a stream not far ahead. The clear stream was wandering among the dense forests and long vines, jumping among the rugged rocks. The turbulent water slapped on the rocks, and white waves surged. Widths of fragrance swelled with the wind. Looking at it, it turned out that where the water of the four streams flowed down, white fragrance grew from the cracks of the rocks. The fragrance was brought out by the splashing mist.

When Zuo Xiaoqing took photos, Hong Ling and Chen Guowei were already shyly sitting on the big rock beside the stream. Hong Ling said a little embarrassedly: "Xiaoqing, help us take a photo!"

When Zuo Xiaoqing was taking pictures, Zhang Yang came over and said unkindly: "The scenery is good, but the people are a little bit cold. Why don't we take one too? Let's see what the unity of man and nature is."

Zuo Xiaoqing smiled and said, "However, some people are also a kind of destruction of the environment, and they are also united by nature!" Her camera suddenly pointed at the distance.

Zhang Yang looked along her gaze and saw Chen Xue squatting quietly beside the stream, holding a white fragrance flower in her hand. The petals fell from her fingertips in the wind, falling down the stream. A faint sadness appeared in her cold eyes, making people feel that she should belong to this empty valley.

Zuo Xiaoqing quickly pressed the shutter and blinked proudly at Zhang Yang: "See whether you see it, this is the harmony and unity between man and nature."

"How do I think you are a secret photographer? Be careful that someone sues you for infringing on the right to portrait!"

Zuo Xiaoqing couldn't help laughing. Hong Ling came over and handed Zuo Xiaoqing and Zhang Yang a bottle of mineral water each. Zuo Xiaoqing took her bottle of water to deliver it to Chen Xue. Chen Xue said softly: "The water quality of Xiaoqing River is very good. It is made up of mountain spring water, without any pollution." She picked up Ju Qingquan with her fair hands and drank it on her lips.

Zuo Xiaoqing imitated her and drank it with a sip of mountain spring water. She felt it was cool and sweet, and said in surprise: "It's really sweet, much better than mineral water!"

Chen Xue showed a faint smile: "This place is far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Every grass, tree, mountain and water is not covered with the worldly atmosphere. The original and simple taste is the purest taste."

Zuo Xiaoqing could not have imagined that Chen Xue, who was young, would actually say such words, and she couldn't help but feel a little amazed. Although Chen Xue was young, her words and behaviors showed maturity and calmness that were inconsistent with her age. When she was with her, Zuo Xiaoqing suddenly felt a strange feeling, feeling that she and Chen Xue were like flowers growing up in greenhouses and valleys respectively. Different environments created different mentalities.

After a short rest, they continued to climb to Qingyun Peak. Although there was a road on the mountain, it was narrow and difficult to walk. The more you walked up, the more rugged and steep the mountain road was. Zhang Yang climbed up first and then pulled them up one by one. Only Chen Xue did not need his help, and still walked lightly at the forefront. Everyone felt the stubbornness and strength of the girl. Compared with her, Zuo Xiaoqing and Hong Ling's physique were obviously much worse.

Hong Ling and Chen Guowei were still at the end. They were leaning on a branch in their hands and began to feel regretful. If they had known that it had been so hard, they would not have agreed to accompany Zuo Xiaoqing.

Zuo Xiaoqing was so tired that she was out of breath. Fortunately, Zhang Yang was by her side to take care of her. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled and said, "I'm so tired. I didn't feel that tired when I climbed Huangshan in the past."

Chen Xue said in front: "This kind of mountain road is different from steps. You need to have tricks to climbing and learn to use force." She had climbed to the hillside above and looked back, but she saw Zhang Yang and Zuo Xiaoqing less than five meters behind her. Hong Ling and Chen Guowei had already landed for about twenty meters. After waiting for a long time, they all climbed up. Chen Xue pointed to the white stone house hidden in the woods in front and said, "That is my grandfather's home!"

Hong Ling looked at the small stone house in the distance that looked like a matchbox and took a breath, and wailed in pain: "Let me die, I really can't walk!"

Chen Xue had already walked towards the cottage, and Zuo Xiaoqing patted Hong Ling's shoulder sympathetically: "I heard that there are wolves on the mountain, and they will come out when it gets dark!"

Hong Ling screamed in fear and jumped up. Chen Guowei took the opportunity to show his masculinity and raised the wooden stick in his hand: "Don't worry, I'll beat it back too many wolves if I'm there!" After all, the two of them dared not fall behind no matter what. They raised the remaining strength in their bodies and followed Chen Xue to the small stone house.

After more than two hours of hard trek, they finally arrived at their destination smoothly. Of course, the trek was only for the three people other than Zhang Yang and Chen Xue. The stone house was made of stones, and the yard was also made of stones. A huge maple tree was planted in the yard. The warm and golden sunshine in the afternoon enveloped the mountain house, diluting its original loneliness. There was a stone table under the maple tree, and a piece of rice paper was placed on it, which read a poem: Hold on to the green mountains and do not relax, and the roots were originally built in the broken rocks. It was still strong after being polished and refined for thousands of times, and the wind in the southeast, west and north.

The font is powerful and powerful, and it penetrates the back of the paper. Zhang Yang had a great accomplishment in calligraphy in the past, so he could see at a glance that this calligraphy is definitely a rare masterpiece, and he couldn't help but praise: "Good words, good words!"

Zuo Xiaoqing was born in a scholarly family and was also a little bit involved in calligraphy. She also admired this calligraphy very much.

Hong Ling and Chen Guowei sat tiredly on the stone pier in front of the door, just breathing heavily, and they were not happy to appreciate calligraphy for the time being.

While Zhang Yang was looking around, he heard a loud voice saying, "Snow is back?" A tall and burly figure appeared in front of the gate of the courtyard. The person who came was Chen Xue's grandfather Chen Chongshan. He was 68 years old this year. His waist was straight and his voice was loud. His hair was completely white. He was wearing a black jacket. He was carrying a few turtledoes and a wild goose in his hand. He was shot down with an air gun. A big yellow dog was followed behind him. The yellow dog was very familiar with Chen Xue. Seeing her running over affectionately, Chen Xue squatted down and touched its ears affectionately. A smile of melting ice and snow appeared on his pretty face, which had always been cold.

Chen Chongshan didn't expect so many people to visit his hut, but he did not show too much surprise. In this regard, their grandfather and grandson were very similar, and they were so calm no matter what they encountered.

Chen Xue called out grandpa, came up to meet him, took the prey from Chen Chongshan's hand, and introduced to him: "They are my friends. I want to come to the mountain to play, so I brought them here."

Zhang Yang walked over with a smile and took the initiative to reach out: "Uncle Chen, my name is Zhang Yang, it is the family planning office of Heishanzi Township..."

"Yeah!" Chen Chongshan made a dull sound from his breath. The expression on his face was hard to tell whether it was joy or anger. He had no intention of shaking hands with Zhang Yang. Zhang Daguanren's hand stretched out froze in the air awkwardly, but Zhang Yang was not angry. One reason was that Chen Chongshan was older, and the other reason was that he had already felt appreciative in his heart when he saw Chen Chongshan's amazing calligraphy. In Zhang Yang's understanding, all capable people had a somewhat perverse temper. Chen Chongshan had both poetry and calligraphy, but lived in seclusion in the mountains. In the Sui Dynasty, these were hermits who were not met with talent, great talents! For truly talented people, Zhang Daguanren's patience was generally very strong, and it can be understood as cultivation in front of him.

Zhang Yang smiled very well and said, "Uncle Chen's calligraphy is very good, his pen is like a dragon and snake, and he has the character of Wang Youjun!"

Chen Chongshan couldn't help but look at Zhang Yang more: "Do you know calligraphy too?" Zhang Yang's words did arouse his interest.

Zhang Yang smiled modestly and said, "I understand a little!"

Chen Chongshan narrowed his eyes. He had always been very confident in his calligraphy. He learned from his masters when he was young. He had a distinctive style in his middle age. Later, his life encountered many changes and had risen several times. After suffering a blow, he decided to live in seclusion in the mountains and rivers. His calligraphy changed again. To this day, his calligraphy has become unique and self-organized. When people who truly understand calligraphy see his ink, most of them must be amazed and respectful to their words and deeds. Like the young man in front of him, they dare to claim to understand something slightly. Either they have extraordinary calligraphy attainments or are young and frivolous. Chen Chongshan was almost obsessed with calligraphy. He whispered: "Then you come and comment on this character in my hand!"

Chen Xue sighed in her heart, this elder brother Zhang really doesn't recognize Mount Tai, how could he comment on grandpa's calligraphy?

Zhang Yang did not feel any embarrassment at all and said calmly: "Since Mr. Chen asked me to comment, I will say a few words boldly. Please forgive me if something is wrong." In a trance, Zhang Yang seemed to have returned to the Sui Dynasty when he was making friends with literature, and his words and sentences were used to restore the simplicity of the past. Among the people present, Zuo Xiaoqing, Hong Ling and Chen Guowei had all experienced Zhang Yang's literary style, and there was a faint smile on his face. I wonder how Zhang Yang, the powerful man, would fool this old man.

Zhang Yang walked to the stone table, looked at the words carefully, and whispered: "I just saw this words and thought that the old man had been influenced by Wang Youjun in his early years. But if you look closely, the old man's earliest style was not Wang Youjun, but his predecessor Zhang Zhi and Zhang Boying. The whole text is exquisite. The body of the words is formed by one stroke, occasionally there is no connection, and the bloodline is continuous, and the connection is connected, and the qi and veins are connected in the intersecting directions!"

After saying this, everyone was shocked. The indifference and arrogance on Chen Chongshan's face faded away, and his eyes showed excitement and enthusiasm. Although he lived in this deep mountain far away from the world, it did not mean that he had already cut off all the emotions and desires in the world. After losing his son in middle age, he devoted almost all his energy to calligraphy. However, even he himself did not know what kind of cultivation he had achieved now. After Zhang Yang's words, he suddenly felt like he had found a soulmate. This was not because Chen Chongshan liked to flatter, but Zhang Yang said the realm he wanted to reach.

Zhang Yang said again: "However, the old man has compassion in his heart. He forced himself to forget the troubles of worldly disputes between the mountains and the fields, but after all, he could not completely abandon the common thoughts. This kind of mind that is not chaotic and still chaotic is reflected in calligraphy, and the transcendence in the mountains and the bare mind is contradictory. Therefore, although the brushwork is perfect, the brushwork is still lacking in a refreshing sense."

After hearing Zhang Yang's words, Chen Chongshan nodded excitedly and laughed: "Okay! OK! Xueer, go and cook, I want to have a good talk with this little friend!" The dramatic changes in front of him made everyone, including Chen Xue, stunned. Director Xiao Zhang is indeed a powerful person. He can also please others with calligraphy. The ability to read people's posts is strong. In fact, Zhang Daguan Ren relied on his real skills. At the time of the Sui Dynasty, he also liked Zhang Zhi's calligraphy and specially spent a lot of calligraphy passed down by Zhang Zhi. Coincidentally, this old Mr. Chen Chongshan also started to learn cursive scripts since he learned Zhang Zhi, so the two of them could barely be considered as fellow disciples. However, compared with Zhang Yang, Chen Chongshan had seen very few authentic works, and Zhang Zhi had only one painting of "August Post".

Seeing Chen Chongshan admire him so much, Zhang Yang couldn't help but think of striking while the iron was hot, and flattered: "The old man's poem is very well written: I insist on the green mountains and do not relax. The roots are originally in the broken rocks. I will be strong after thousands of times of practice. I will be strong and strong, and I will be able to wind in the east, south, west and north! This is a portrayal of the character of the literati! Mr. is very talented, and talented!" Zhang Yang only flattered, but did not see Zuo Xiaoqing on the side trying to wink at him. How could he know that this poem was written by Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty. Then again, what... When Zhang Daguan was successful, Zheng Banqiao was not born yet!
Chapter completed!