Xiao Lang put the tea cup on the table and said, "Old Sun, Old Sun, after playing five rounds of chess, you lost four games. You still have the nerve to say that you underestimated the enemy and rushed forward. Why don't you say that you are not good at chess?" Always looking for subjective reasons and ignoring objective facts, if you don't learn dialectics well, you will make mistakes."

"Come on, come on, don't give me a big lesson. Both of us are teachers by background. Let's not talk about the elder brother. Let's not get involved in this when we play chess. I'm not good at chess? Why did you lose? Now, you should win against me."

Lao Sun raised and twitched his eyebrows as he spoke, gaining the upper hand.

"Have I, Lao Xiao, lost? This game is not over yet. You, Lao Sun, must have been proud a little too early."

"Then you should keep going. Don't just talk but don't practice. If you don't go on, of course you won't lose. With your character, Xiao Yinjue, you won't be able to do that."

Old Sun took a leisurely sip of tea, but he didn't feel relaxed at all.

"you……"

Xiao Lang was blocked by Lao Sun's words on the scene, and he was almost blocked by his moves on the chessboard. He was in a dilemma, staring at the chessboard in a daze.

"Ahem..."

The middle-aged man standing behind coughed twice, waking the two of them up from the chess game.

Xiao Langyou took a look and was overjoyed. He laughed and said: "Brother Jinyu is here. We haven't seen each other for a while. What good things can you bring to me today? I can't wait... ... "

He stood up in a hurry, took Nan Jinyu's arm, and said repeatedly: "Let's go to the studio over there and have a good chat. Xiaolong, keep that chess game, and talk to your grandson later." The uncle played a good game of chess..."

"Hey! You two, father and son, are really from the same origin. This is a father-son battle!"

Mr. Sun put the tea cup on the chessboard and laughed angrily. "Brother Qifeng, stop scolding, there is really something interesting..."

Xiao Lang's voice came from the flower garden outside the pavilion.

"Xiaolong, help your uncle Sun over here quickly, I don't have the eyesight to see..."

…

"Bamboo and Banana Moon Song" is laid flat on the painting table of the small room. It is not framed. It is just a piece of four-foot-long rice paper with wrinkles, but it is elegant in style and full of poetry.

"Pu Zuo painted bamboo... printed jigs and mended insects... restrained the gang and mended the bright moon... chanted the remaining leaves and painted bananas... planted grass on Qifeng..."

The three old people gathered around the painting table to appreciate the unique signature.

Xiao Lang said with emotion: "Brother Qifeng, if I remember correctly, this painting should have been painted in the 1980s..."

"That's right, the school was officially named at that time. Brother Puzuo, Brother Songyu and two of our brothers, plus Brother Kezang who was visiting at the time, drank together and painted this banana painting together!"

Old Sun Qifeng said with certainty.

"You are still young and have a good memory!"

Xiao Lang chuckled, with a hint of loneliness: "Brother Pu Zuo goes first, and Brother Songyu is also in trouble for Shen Ke. I'm afraid it will be difficult for the eight of us to gather five of us to paint a painting!"

…

"Jinmen Eight Lao" is a specific title, specifically referring to eight representative calligraphers and painters who work in Jinmen Art School or Painting Academy.

Among them are Mr. Sun Qifeng, Wang Songyu, Xiao Lang and Mr. Aixinjueluo Puzuo from the Jinmen Academy of Fine Arts; Mr. Zhao Songtao and Mr. Mu Zhongqin from the Jinmen Academy of Arts and Crafts; Mr. Wang Xuezhong from Jinmen University and Mr. Sun Kegang from the Jinmen Painting Academy. .

These eight old gentlemen, who are both moral and artistic, are famous all over the world. As famous figures in the painting world, these eight old gentlemen have inherited the essence of traditional Chinese painting. They have great influence at home and abroad. Their works are even more valued by collectors and enthusiasts of calligraphy and painting. Like a jade.

The formation of the "Tinmen Eight Elders" stems from the fact that these eight old artists have been frequently invited together to create traditional Chinese paintings for relevant institutions such as auditoriums in Tianjin and various parts of North China since the early 1980s.

Although the painting styles of the eight elders are very different, the large-scale works they created together are truly a perfect match!

Anyone who paints knows that it is not an easy task to complete a successful art work with multiple people.

The control of the overall situation, the grasp of style, the perfection of composition, the reasonableness of composition, the coordination of objects and images, the layers of ink and wash, the unity of tones, etc., not only require each painter to have high painting skills, but also must have a tacit understanding of each other. Cooperation ability.

In this regard, in the history of Chinese art, the "Eight Elders of Jinmen" can be said to be indisputable models.

…

"Brother Jinyu, where did you find this painting?"

The two elders felt sad for a while, and Xiao Lang asked.

"This is not mine. It belongs to my close disciple Chang Xian. Xiao Chang, come here..."

Nan Jinyu happily pulled Chang Xian over: "The few paintings and calligraphy I brought here belong to this boy! Today I brought him to meet the elders and learn a lot! Xiao Chang, these are two professors from the Academy of Fine Arts. You Call me Mr. Xiao, Mr. Sun!"

"Hello, Mr. Xiao!"

"Hello, Mr. Sun!"

Chang Xian hurriedly stepped forward and bowed.

"Hello, classmate Xiao Chang."

The two elders laughed.

Nan Jinyu said proudly: "Xiao Chang was my last student before retirement. He became a middle-level cadre of Xingchen Company in two years. Now he has gained a lot from just starting collection. This young man is still very capable. ."

"Are you comparing me to a student?"

Sun Qifeng just smiled, but Xiao Lang was a little amused.

"I'm not that bored."

Nan Jinyu smiled.

"You're just so boring!"

Xiao Lang glared and said.

There are not many opportunities like this. The three are all cultural celebrities and are of similar age. It is interesting to see them competing against each other.

…

Chang Xian was happily eating melon when he heard Mr. Sun ask: "Xiao Chang, I would like to put a postscript on this painting, is that okay?"

"The relationship is so good that I really want to do it, so I don't dare to invite you."

Chang Xian was overjoyed.

The famous inscriptions and postscripts on a calligraphy and painting not only prove the authenticity of the calligraphy and painting, but also provide traces of orderly circulation. The more famous inscriptions and postscripts on the calligraphy and painting, the more valuable the calligraphy and painting will be.

Within a moment, Xiao Long had already finished polishing his ink.

"Brother Yinji, are you coming or am I coming?"

"Brother Qifeng's calligraphy is better than mine. Come on, I'll add a paragraph at the end..."

If we don't talk about chess, when it comes to art, Mr. Xiao is very humble.

Old friends are not polite to each other. Sun Qifeng thought for a moment, picked up the pen and wrote an inscription on the lower left side of the painting, and wrote in one stroke:

"When I was in Jiashen, in August, I and Yin were playing chess in the Pingxiang Pavilion. My old friend Jin Yu came to visit with his best friend, and saw the old paintings from twenty years ago. I looked at them, admired them, thought about them, and painted them. The person who is still here is gone! The remaining thoughts are gone like the water and the moon, and it is of no significance. It is a pity that this body is decayed and the pen is like a tripod. I will never see you in the state of drunken couplets again!

Recruit Huaiyuan Sun Qifeng to get acquainted again."

Mr. Sun was from Zhaoyuan, Shandong, and Zhao Xie Huaiyuan was the original name of Zhaoyuan.
Chapter completed!