Chinese culture is an extremely huge topic, including theories of various schools of thought, such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, poetry, poetry, Song, Song, Song, Song, Song, Ming and Qing novels, local dramas, Chinese architecture, clothing, traditional New Year Festival folk customs, diet and cooking skills, etc., even if you want to master one of them, it will take a lot of time and energy to do it.

Lin Zhenxian obviously never thought about this problem and hesitated: "I personally don't have that much time, I hope I can get into some of it."

Bei Yijie was resentful and insisted on himself, "Student Lin is probably proficient in everything and everything is loose!"

Lin Zhenxian's face changed and was about to explain something, but Song Baojun nodded slightly and said, "Since he is determined to be an ambassador of cultural exchange, he must understand everything and play a role in communication. If he only focuses on the same thing, how can he have so much energy? It's not that he has to become a master of Chinese studies. Cultural ambassadors focus on the word "communication".

Lin Zhenxian smiled slightly: "I think so too, thank you, Song Baojun."

"Good words!" Bei Yijie shouted inappropriately, holding the wine glass and said, "Brother Song, I wish you a glass."

Song Baojun raised his cup inexplicably.

The two clinked glasses, Bei Yijie pretended to have an intimate conversation, and walked straight to Song Baojun's ear and whispered: "Can you go home with your long-legged girl first? Go to the office of Ersan Fund tomorrow afternoon, and I will get you a 5,000 yuan student aid subsidy."

The content of the speech seemed to be negotiated, but the tone was unquestionable.

"I'm not short of money." Song Baojun said expressionlessly.

"Then you are just ignorant of politeness?" After Bei Yijie said this, he found that Lin Zhenxian was staring at her clear and bright eyes, and quickly retreated back to her original position as if nothing had happened, and was secretly angry in his heart.

From the party that started in the afternoon, everyone is a little hungry now. The servants brought exquisite Chinese desserts, egg yolk pastry, pumpkin cake, red bean hoof cake, three fresh bakery, potato mashed bean skin rolls, purple potato ice-skin mooncakes, milky honey bean buns, mung bean cake, crispy fried bananas, crystal osmanthus cake, etc., and placed on the table for people to use.

There are also various beverages, such as mango sago dew, mung bean soup, red date fragrant tea, rosenia flower and fruit tea, and peach yogurt.

After chatting about some irrelevant nonsense, Chu Runtian's paintings were almost done and everyone gathered to watch them.

Chu Runtian occupied the best position in the middle and smiled and said, "Student Lin, please comment on this "Xihua Zen Residence Picture"."

Several boys followed her as the leader, so they gave up their seats to invite Lin Zhenxian to come and watch.

On the three-foot-wide rice paper, the main scene is the courtyard of Yang Xuan’s family, with carved railings and jade, streams gurgling, small bridges, the moon rises, lights rise, and clouds are coming. A dozen people are scattered among them, some are drinking, some are sitting and chatting, and some are walking.

The painting is vivid, rich in colors and distinct contrast. It has both freehand paintings of traditional Chinese paintings and accurate perspective structures in Western painting techniques. Due to this combination of Chinese and Western painting methods, the work itself is more artistically expressive.

Interestingly, everyone can find their own shadow in the painting. The person in the middle who was wearing improved Hanfu and drinking and having fun was naturally the owner Yang Xuan. A desk next to it, a man in a suit was whispering, and his eyebrows were vaguely Bei Yijie. Two more characters fighting with swords were painted by the pond. Pang Yuhan, wearing a jacket, uniformed Song Baojun in a suit.

Chu Runtian also used graceful curves to outline a few graceful girls. For a moment, everyone seemed to find their own shadow in the painting.

Chu Runtian smiled and bowed to everyone: "The painting is sloppy, please forgive me."

Lin Zhenxian praised: "I can't describe it very well. Uh... it's the feeling of tradition that is not like tradition, nor modern, but it is well combined, giving people a novel feeling. The color is a bit bright, but it highlights the atmosphere of the party, which looks very wonderful."

Chu Runtian hurriedly said, "Student Lin praised it. In fact, this work is a bit ridiculous and cannot be put on the table. The painting skills of combining Chinese and Western have been available in ancient times. For example, Lang Shining, I just carried it forward." On the surface, I was very modest, but I still put gold on my face without any hesitation.

Lin Zhenxian said again: "Student Song Baojun, you can also comment on it, what's the best of this painting?"

Chu Runtian smiled and said, "Song Baojun is a student in the Chinese department. His major is not right. What can I see? Although my work cannot be put on the table, not everyone can say a few words casually."

In addition to being arrogant, these words are also clearly targeting Song Baojun.

Several men looked over with interest, wanting to see what Song Baojun would react.

Song Baojun glanced at the "Sihua Zen Residence Picture", then looked elsewhere, looking indifferent.

Chu Runtian only said that he did not have the level of appreciation and sneered: "If you can't understand, you don't understand. What's there to doubt? It's important to know that different things are like different mountains. I think he may not even be able to tell the difference between colors."

"How can you not tell the difference between red, yellow, blue, orange, green and purple?" Bei Shijie asked.

"Shijie, it's not that I'm laughing at you. You're a bit amateur." Chu Runtian pointed to the paint on the desk and asked, "Scarlet, pink, magenta, and peach, what are the four colors?"

When Bei Shijie saw that several colors were together, there was no difference at all, so he could only laugh: "There is pink on the edge of the crimson, the magenta is magenta, and the magenta is peach on the edge of the magenta. I wonder if it is right?"

Everyone laughed, Chu Runtian raised his thumbs up and praised, "Shijie, you really have it."

At this time, Teng Zhongchun looked at Song Baojun and said, "Since you are here to attend the party, you can't have no program, right?"

"Me, I performed swordsmanship with Pang Yuhan just now, but it doesn't count?" Song Baojun said, rubbing his nose.

Teng Zhongchun said: "Swordsman is from Pang Yuhan. You just cooperate, it doesn't count."

Bei Shijie said: "Song Baojun, if you ask you to go, you will refuse, may you know nothing?"

As soon as the two spoke, the others followed one after another, and Ai Langzhou echoed: "Yes, I'll just let you perform a show, otherwise what kind of style would it be to come to Mr. Yang to eat and drink?"

Yang Xuan, who has always been kind to others, also smiled and said, "Brother Song, how about showing off his skills?"

Song Baojun said: "If you want to say that this Chinese study is mostly academic and does not have performance nature. I think Brother Chu's paintings lack a poem about paintings. Why not give me an ugly look?"

Inscriptions and painting poems are unique to traditional Chinese art. In the blanks of Chinese painting, writing a poem, either expressing the author's feelings, talking about artistic insights, or chanting the artistic conception of the picture, often plays the finishing touch.

Chu Runtian was immediately unhappy and said, "Song Baojun, you have to figure it out. Although my painting cannot be seen by everyone, not everyone can fool you. What if you paint it on it and write it randomly, what if you can do it?"

This is a problem. No one of the men except Ai Langzhou has seen Song Baojun's calligraphy skills. Chu Runtian's good painting is a pity if it is destroyed.

Yang Xuan pondered: "Brother Song, do you know nothing else?"

Unexpectedly, Lin Zhenxian shouted: "Song Baojun's calligraphy is very high, how can he write randomly?"

"The calligraphy level is very high?" Bei Shijie couldn't sit still. I just finished performing first-hand calligraphy. Do you think someone here has a high level of calligraphy?

He immediately sneered and said, "Okay! Show your skills! You must write this poem about painting!"

Among them, only Ai Langzhou knew the truth, but this kid became the background and foil of the story in front of everyone that day. Naturally, such a shameful thing would not be clamoring everywhere.

Chu Runtian looked embarrassed: "Well..."

Bei Shijie patted his chest and shouted, "Let him write, I will be responsible for any accident! I don't believe it anymore. I don't know exactly who is calligraphy in Hanshan Society!"

Chu Runtian was helpless and pointed to the brush on the desk and said, "Then you write it, it's broken... Well, I'll pour wine for everyone honestly."

Qin Shumin was anxious to please Chu Runtian and hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Chu, how can you ask him to write a picture indiscriminately? No matter how I look at it, no one's poem is worthy of this painting."

"Say a few less words." Chu Runtian said: "Song Baojun, if you want to write, write quickly, don't waste everyone's time."

"Okay." Song Baojun picked up his pen in front of everyone, licked the tip of the pen on the edge of the inkstone, and suddenly asked again: "Brother Chu, to be fair, how much can you buy in the calligraphy and painting art market outside?"

"This..." Chu Runtian didn't expect that he would ask this extra question. He wanted to say a scary number, but was afraid that other competitors would reveal their lies, so he had to say: "Well, it's nothing to be able to buy about a thousand yuan."

Qin Shumin hurriedly interrupted: "More than a thousand yuan? At least tens of thousands! There are people who are rushing to find my senior brother's paintings everywhere. What big boss and entrepreneur, who doesn't expect to collect one or two senior brother's works as a family heirloom treasure?"

Chu Runtian was already covered in dark lines and said, "Shumin, you can stand aside first."

A thousand yuan per painting, which is three feet long and wide, which is more than three hundred yuan per foot, which is already a medium price. With Chu Runtian's amateur level, it cannot reach this number at all.

In fact, the works that cost hundreds of thousands of yuan in the news are rare in the calligraphy and painting market. Even the masters who are ranked among the top in the country dare not say that any of their works can be sold at this price.

"Three hundred yuan per foot? I think thirty yuan is almost the same." Song Baojun said.

Chu Runtian said with a gloomy face: "What are you talking about?"

Song Baojun refused to comment and pointed to the inkstone and said, "Grind ink!"

Bei Shijie was happy when he saw this. This kid said you are so fat that you are really panting.

Ye Jingchun smiled slightly, scooped some clear water, held the inkstone tightly in his left hand, and held the cylindrical ink block with his right hand and grinded it carefully.
Chapter completed!