Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Mica Mountain is not famous, and even more than 95% of the locals in Junsha have never visited here.

One is that it has nothing special, the other is that the development is very average, and the third is that no one is gilding it.

But starting from today, there is a third one!

But it will probably take ten years for it to become famous.

And it requires the sun to rise in the east to achieve success and attain enlightenment in this world.

With his current fame and influence, few people have traveled thousands of miles to come here because of his paintings and calligraphy.

On Lao Zeng’s birthday, this gift from Wang Zihao was eighty centimeters long and thirty centimeters wide.

The picture covers the entire Mica Mountain, and the six themed areas of "One Heart and Five Grains" come into view - the Heart of Cloud Exploration, Art Valley, Lexue Valley, Yunqiu Valley, Zen Meditation Valley and Lizun Valley.

Even the twelve scenic spots of Mica are clearly visible: the Eye of the City, Star Road (aerial plank road), Mica Tea Garden, Forest School, Yungu Speed ​​Car, Gushan Inkstone, Lizun Hall, Huaman Park, etc.

The fusion of ancient charm and modern flavor is still above reality and fascinating.

This calligraphy and painting has the shadow of traditional Western painting art, and also absorbs the spiritual temperament of traditional Eastern culture. It is elegant and smart, and the logic of nature and time is fully considered.

Mica Mountain calligraphy and painting focuses on the depiction of scenery and integrates characters into the scenery, forming a unique painting language and expression method.

"Technically, this painting is done in one go, very grand."

"The expression of natural emotions is very strong, and the still primitive landscape seems to have become conscious, trying its best to resist the modernized areas next to it."

"Landscape sketching, the kind of humanistic and artistic description in the picture, is very harmonious with the natural objective tones and subjective processing."

"Unique artistic style, superb skills, and picturesque splashes of ink."

Several people admired the Mica Mountain calligraphy and painting and were full of praise.

Wang Zihao was a little speechless. I paint based on my feelings. I don’t even know the painting techniques and expression techniques you mentioned.

Reading too much.

After appreciating the painting, several people began to study the words inside the painting.

"The hut is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses.

Ask Jun Henenger? My heart is far away.

Plucking chrysanthemum under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better day by day, and the birds are returning.

There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it. "

Living in the human world, but without the hustle and bustle of cars and horses. Ask me why? As long as your mind is high, you will naturally feel that the place you are in is secluded.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, the distant mountains to the south come into view.

The atmosphere in the mountains and the scenery in the evening are very good. There are birds flying back with their companions.

This contains the true meaning of life. I want to explain it, but I don’t know how to express it.

"Old Zeng, I wrote this especially for you."

"It's tailor-made. How can I snatch it back? It's hard to snatch it away."

"Haha, if you dare to snatch it, Lao Zeng will definitely fight you to the death."

Several old men and women are in high spirits, and their happiness is getting simpler and simpler.

Children can hold a branch and play on the grass all day, and they can sit together and drink tea all day.

"Drinking Part 5" expresses the thoughts and feelings of being tired of official corruption, determined to return to the countryside, and transcend the world.

Lao Zeng couldn't put it down with this calligraphy and painting, and expressed his thoughts and realm. It was a summary of most of his past life.

When people live in the world, they must find the value of life, otherwise they will be anxious and uneasy.

Society always has a set of recognized value standards, and most people use this as the basis for settling down and living their lives.

In this era, power, status, and reputation are the main measures of value.

But Lao Zeng has deeply understood through his own experience: to get all this, you must work hard to gain ground, fight for it, put on airs, brag and flatter, observe people's words, and turn the clouds and rain over and over, all of which are indispensable.

There is no dignity to speak of in this vat.

When he was young, Lao Zeng entered the official career, but after seven or eight years, he withdrew from officialdom.

Can't accept it!

"The house is in the human world, without the noise of cars and horses" means that although he lives in the human world, he is not disturbed by worldly contacts.

Why is there no trouble in this place without the noise of cars and horses?

Because "the mind is far away from itself", as long as the heart can be far away from the shackles of the world, then even in a noisy environment, it will be like living in a secluded place.

When he was young, Lao Zeng was full of ideals of making contributions and establishing an official career in order to realize his ambition of helping the world.

But when he saw that "the real wind has passed away, falsehood is flourishing", the officialdom was dangerous and corrupted by falsehood, so he chose to leave.

"Pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and leisurely see the southern mountains" these two sentences made several old men speak highly of it.

This poem is not embellishment or carving, it is as clear as words, simple and natural, and its poetic style can be described as "plain".

But this plainness comes from "Zu Gen", which is plain but interesting, light and interesting.

This seemingly plain but actually mellow feature represents a higher artistic realm, which is not only known to people, but also beyond the reach of people.

This kind of mellow charm, regardless of literary accomplishment, artistic talent and other conditions, can only be found in people who are unwilling to follow the general trend and are unwilling to make waves.

Yang Lizi seems to know why Sunrise East does not want to pursue an official career. He cannot stand those people in his heart. He only respects the people's power but hates those people.

He seems to have been flattering and currying favor with Liu Haidong. In fact, as far as Yang Lizi knows, he has never contacted Liu Haidong.

People who refuse power are more valuable than people who refuse money.

In the courtyard.

In the pavilion, a group of old men and women were drinking tea, admiring calligraphy and painting, and discussing literature. Old Zeng came to the loquat tree to chat with Wang Zihao.

Through chatting, Wang Zihao learned that Lao Zeng’s wife passed away six years ago, and Lao Zeng has always missed her very much.

When talking about the regrets in his life, Lao Zeng was very sad and told one thing that made him feel guilty for the rest of his life.

When he was nine years old, during physical education class in the morning, he bought a bottle of drink and drank half of it with his best friend.

The classmate took the empty drink bottle away and said that he would catch a loach in the river at noon and put it in a bottle and give it to him.

Then my classmates didn’t come to class in the afternoon.

The next day, the teacher said that the classmate drowned while swimming in the river at noon that day.

Lao Zeng was sad for a long time and cried a lot after returning home. If my good classmate were still alive today, he would have many descendants like him.

"Help me read this prose. If possible, help me polish a few sentences. I always feel that something is missing." Lao Zeng took out a piece of manuscript paper from the back room and handwritten a half-written and half-white prose on it.

"Okay, let me take a look." Wang Zihao leaned against the wall next to the loquat tree and read Lao Zeng's manuscript.

It's really good. Old Zeng is indeed a scholar, not a writer who is over-exaggerated just for fame and reputation.

The words he writes are full of wisdom and spirituality, plain and full of life philosophy.

This is a narrative and lyrical prose based on things.

By recording the study of the author's youth, the article focuses on narrating the personnel changes related to this house. Through the ups and downs of the "century-old house", the article recalls the trivial family affairs and expresses the emotion of the death of things and the changes of three generations.

The article is written closely based on the "century-old house", and uses emotions of joy or sadness as the thread throughout the text, linking the trivial things in life into a whole.

Lao Zeng is very good at extracting details and scenes from life to express characters. His emotions are infinite without words, and his words are exhaustive but his meaning is endless.

Reading your manuscript is worth ten years of talking, and Wang Zihao has benefited a lot.

Reading is like fetching water with a bamboo basket. Although the clear water flows through the gaps in the bamboo basket, and nothing is gained on the surface, the human soul is unknowingly purified and made clear and bright like the bamboo basket.

In the pavilion.

"Old Zeng, it's been six years since you revised "Century-Old House". Do you still want that guy from Dongfang to revise it again?" Guo Qing asked Lao Zeng.

"I can't give you any opinions or suggestions. Changing a word, deleting a word, or adding a word will affect the structure and artistic conception of the entire article." Xiang Wendong also said.

Yang Lizi has seen "A Century-Old House" which was drafted by Zeng for six years but was not finalized. She is not a literary poet, and she can't give any suggestions for revisions.

"Old Zeng, you insist that I call Dongfang over. In addition to wanting calligraphy and painting, you also want him to change the text, right?" Yang Lizi revealed Old Zeng's thoughts.

Lao Zeng didn't feel ashamed and said: "I do have these two thoughts. Although I don't read the online novels he writes, I often pay attention to his updates. If he keeps doing this, he may be useless. He will be exhausted in one day. Tens of thousands of words, just a little bit of foundation and accumulation has been used up, and there is no crystallization at all."

Yang Lizi smiled and said: "People's water is water, but a word costs several yuan, or even more than ten yuan."

"So many?" Lao Guo and others were surprised.

I think back then, some of their people were worth so much, or even more, per word.

But compared to Wang Zihao, their production is too low. Compared to Sunrise East, this production capacity is insignificant.

Some books published in a lifetime total less than five million words.

In less than a year, Sunrise in the East had written more than 10 million words.

"Assuming that he writes 20,000 words a day and earns 10 yuan per word, Wang Zihao can earn 200,000 yuan a day and 6 million yuan a month." Lao Zeng said.

Yang Lizi was also surprised: "Then there are problems with our calculations. Anyway, his current royalties are tens of millions a month after tax."

These people are not poor, on the contrary, they are not only rich, but also have powerful children and grandchildren.

In front of them, you don't have to worry about whether your wealth is exposed.

Lao Guo sighed: "No wonder...if I could make money like this when I was young, I wouldn't care whether it crystallizes or not, whether it is a celebrity or not. I will make enough money first."

"How can I make all the money? If there had been the Internet and Internet literature at that time, if you had earned so much now, you would have gone abroad to settle down long ago." Xiang Wendong said.

"I'm not as hateful as Lao Zeng. When Lao Zeng went abroad, it was almost the same." Guo Qing said with a smile.

Lao Zeng was speechless: "I just don't like officialdom, it's not that I don't like our country."

The old lady next to Yang Lizi snorted: "Old Zeng, I have read all your books. Every one of them exposes darkness, is sarcastic, and is very dissatisfied with the government, society, and even human nature. You are the only one who writes physical books, otherwise they will be released." On the Internet, no matter which website, I beg you not to harm them."

Lao Zeng didn’t care either: “I have always felt that the mission of literature is to expose darkness, arouse people’s attention, and cause relevant people to reflect.”

Lao Guo shook his head: "Unless your book becomes extremely popular, how many relevant people will read your book and receive education from it?"

Lao Zeng retorted: "Maybe they read my books when they were still young, and they will be influenced by my thoughts when they have a certain amount of power in the future."

"Your books are popular in the West and have won awards. I am indeed not as good as you." Guo Qing said, "But that is the West. The West likes us literati most to criticize and belittle our own motherland."

"Didn't I stop taking my books to the West to participate in the selection a long time ago?" Old Zeng was anxious. This was his pain point. In his early years, he still felt very honored.

Now, bah, I won’t play with you anymore.

I don’t even allow my grandchildren to enroll in English classes, and I call for the abolition of the compulsory English course, at least moving it away from the main subject.

Whoever wants to learn can spend his own money to learn.

Taking more than ten years of the great youth and time of more than a billion people, we selected millions of people who are useful in learning English, and in the end hundreds of thousands of people ran away and never came back.

does it worth?

Not long after, Zeng Zhiguo, grandson of Lao Zeng, came over with a large group of "husbands and friends" to wish the old man a birthday.

For example, Xiang Qiang, Lin Lu, Dachun, and Liu Zixuan.

"There aren't that many dishes. Hurry up and order a table online and have them deliver it." His favorite grandson came back and brought a group of people with him. Old Zeng was happy in his heart, but he complained.

"Okay, let's book it now." Zeng Zhiguo didn't live with the old man here in Yunmu Mountain. He even came back to see the old man during the holidays.

This time, I brought a bunch of friends with me, mainly because these friends knew that Wang Zihao was coming.

This group of people have a very keen sense of business and feel that although Wang Zihao does not have much money, he has a vision to make money.

"The Masked Singer" was produced by Wang Zihao, and everyone including Zeng Zhiguo who invested in Moon Island knows it.

Liu Qianqian deliberately revealed this in order to make these people have confidence in the Moon Island project.

The Moon Island project is really too big. Once fully developed, it will start at RMB 100 billion.

Of course, that could be ten years from now.

"Master, the new book is awesome!"

"Master, "Swallowing Starry Sky" seamlessly connects with the old book. How many manuscripts have been saved?"

"Brother, is there a lack of funds for the water park project?"

This group of people surrounded Wang Zihao very enthusiastically.

Earn tens of millions in two weeks. Where can I find this kind of money?

Wang Zihao calmly dealt with these dandies and answered their questions in a leisurely manner.

“The new book is really awesome!”

"I don't have many manuscripts, maybe two or three hundred thousand."

"The Moon Island Water Park project is a gambling project with Xu Siqian's mother. The funds are provided by her mother. It is very sufficient and there is no shortage of money."

After finishing the birthday banquet and preparing to go home with Yang Lizi, Lao Zeng and other old ladies thought that Wang Zihao could not polish Lao Zeng's "Century-old House".

"Old Zeng, give me the manuscript again." Wang Zihao said, "Under the loquat tree, the words have been written for a long time. I was just afraid that everyone would not be able to enjoy the banquet, so I waited until now."

After a pause, under the surprised eyes of everyone, Wang Zihao stretched out his hand: "Here comes the pen!" (End of this chapter)