Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 159 Qianying Lingbo writes about the chivalrous couple, and Mo Yin, a close friend, gives elegant words.

In fact, Mr. Jin is extremely obsessed with calligraphy and likes to paint in his spare time.

He had long heard that Hu Xiaobei was extremely talented and was known as the walking Yan Zhenqing. He was a living master of regular script and he had admired him for a long time.

He knew very well that good calligraphy was hard to come by, and was afraid that he would not be able to get Hu Xiaobei's calligraphy, so after the dinner, he asked the people around him to quietly prepare the best writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.

Afterwards, he called over Zhou Xiaowen and Liu Xiaoli, mother and daughter, with a smile on his face, and said kindly, "Director Zhou, Xiao Liu, Xixi, we haven't had a good chat in a while. Why don't we go to my room and chat for a while?"

Seeing how enthusiastic Mr. Jin was, the three of them readily agreed.

After arriving at his room and chatting for a while, Mr. Jin said softly, "Actually, after watching the MV of "Waiting for Your Return", I was deeply moved!

I have another humble request. I would like you to accompany me to visit Mr. Hu Xiaobei, the producer of this MV."

The three of them didn't think much about it, just thinking that Mr. Jin valued talent, so they went with him to the outside of Hu Xiaobei's room secretly.

Mr. Jin took a deep breath and calmed his slightly nervous mood. Then he raised his hand and signaled his assistant to gently knock on the door.

The "dong dong dong" sound was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

After a while, the door slowly opened. When Hu Xiaobei saw everyone, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He was slightly stunned, but he quickly reacted.

He showed a polite and warm smile on his face, and stepped aside to welcome everyone into the room: "Please come in, please come in. I didn't expect the old man to come at this time. What a rare guest!"

He obviously skipped over three old acquaintances in his speech.

Zhou Xiaowen pushed Mr. Jin in a wheelchair into the room.

Jin Yong sat in a wheelchair, rubbing his hands unconsciously on his knees, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

To be honest, he knew Hu Xiaobei a little, so he understood that if he went to ask for a calligraphy on his own, he would probably be turned down.

Previously at the press conference, he noticed that Zhou Xiaowen, An Xiaoqian and Hu Xiaobei had a close relationship, so he took great pains to bring the three of them along in order to gain more opportunities.

Although he is known as a master of martial arts novels in public, his status in the literary circle is not high.

As early as the Republic of China, authors of martial arts novels were once regarded as inferior literati.

Even now, the status of martial arts novel writers is still not high.

Taiwan's Li Ao dismissed his martial arts novels as "rotten eggs," meaningless and a low-brow literary genre. He considered them fabricated, like the flying martial arts scenes in movies, to be fake. He believed they were meant to fool readers, and that as readers gained a deeper understanding and read better works, they would recognize their shortcomings.

Although Yu Hua from the mainland did not have such a fiercely negative evaluation of him as Li Ao, he also thought that what he wrote was repetitive. He also said that he was not very interested in martial arts novels. In his opinion, literary works should pay more attention to the in-depth exploration and true expression of human nature, society and other aspects.

When he met this kind of orthodox scholar, Mr. Jin had some idea of ​​his own status.

However, if these so-called orthodox literati meet a calligraphy master like Hu Xiaobei who can be compared with Yan Zhenqing and Wang Xizhi, they can only show respect to him.

Therefore, in front of Hu Xiaobei, he didn't dare to act like a grandmaster of martial arts novels.

Although scholars often look down on each other, if the gap is too big, they can only look up to each other.

Of course, the most important reason... is that he needs something from Hu Xiaobei.

Otherwise, no matter how good your calligraphy skills are, it has nothing to do with me!

A few people chatted for a while.

Jin Yong looked up at Hu Xiaobei, then stood up with difficulty. He stammered, "Mr. Hu, I... I have always admired your calligraphy. I've taken the liberty of coming here today to ask for a piece of your calligraphy. I wonder... I wonder if it's possible?"

When he said this, his eyes were full of earnestness, like an old child longing for a beloved gift, and his eyes were filled with unconcealable nervousness and anxiety, for fear of being rejected.

Upon hearing this, Hu Xiaobei frowned slightly, with an embarrassment on his face.

He shook his head slightly and declined bluntly, "Mr. Jin Yong, I'm really sorry. Although my calligraphy is okay, I don't enjoy it.

I don't want to enter the calligraphy world, let alone write inscriptions for others. I hope you can understand."

Zhou Xiaowen and Liu Xiaoli stood aside. Seeing that he had come to ask for a calligraphy, they looked at each other, understood what he meant, and said nothing.

Liu Xiaoli even quietly reached out and tugged at the corner of An Xiaoqian's clothes, hinting her to keep quiet. An Xiaoqian stood aside and saw Mr. Jin looking at her with a pleading look, but she felt very sorry for him.

If it were someone else, she would definitely not speak up, because she also knew that she could not be generous to others.

But this "other" is Hu Xiaobei after all, so it is different.

She could owe Hu Xiaobei, but she didn't want to owe anyone else.

An Xiaoqian thought of Mr. Jin's many recommendations and support, and could only bite her lips slightly, her eyes full of pleading.

She gently pulled Hu Xiaobei's sleeve and whispered softly, "Xiaobei, Mr. Jin Yong admires your calligraphy so much, can you...can you write one for him?

He had recommended me for the role of Little Dragon Girl several times before, and even signed a book for me as a souvenir, showing his gratitude for my help." As she spoke, her eyes held a complex expectation, hoping Hu Xiaobei would agree, yet also worried that he would be too embarrassed.

Hu Xiaobei looked at An Xiaoqian's conflicted eyes, sighed slightly, and shook his head helplessly.

When Liu Xiaoli heard An Xiaoqian begging Hu Xiaobei in a soft voice, she felt bitter in her heart.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and she thought to herself, "This girl still couldn't help herself. Well, now that she's said it, it wouldn't be appropriate to say anything more in this situation."

Just as Liu Xiaoli was pondering this, Hu Xiaobei turned his gaze to Mr. Jin, deliberately pointed out the reason behind this, and said, "Since Xixi has been taken care of by the old man, I will write a picture for her."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Jin's face, which had been somewhat disappointed, suddenly broke into a pleasantly surprised smile. His cloudy old eyes even brightened a little as he repeatedly thanked him, "Thank you so much, Mr. Hu. Thank you so much! I really... I'm so sorry to bother you!"

Hu Xiaobei shook his head, walked steadily to the table, stretched out his slender fingers, and slowly spread out the delicately textured, snow-white rice paper with gentle yet steady movements.

Then, he leaned over slightly, held the brush firmly in his right hand, and gently dipped it in ink. The ink condensed at the tip of the brush, emitting a faint fragrance of ink.

Then he narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze focused and deep, staring at the rice paper, thinking for a moment, as if outlining the outline of the words that were about to appear in his mind.

Suddenly, Hu Xiaobei raised his hand and the pen fell steadily.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to be quiet, with only the slight rustling sound of the brush rubbing against the rice paper.

Hu Xiaobei's pen moved freely, and he first wrote "Flying snow all over the sky, shooting white deer, laughing at the book of the hero leaning on the green mandarin duck".

The handwriting is majestic and powerful, and every stroke seems to be wrapped in the sound of whistling wind, like a hero wielding a sword and galloping across the world, showing his heroic spirit, and seems to fully display the magnificent world of martial arts described by Jin Yong.

After a brief pause, he continued to write, and "The shadow of Qian Lingbo writes about the chivalrous couple, and the ink gives elegant words to the confidant" came to life on the paper.

The artistic conception of the second couplet is fresh and elegant, lively and graceful. There seems to be a gurgling stream flowing between the strokes, like a beautiful woman smiling and looking around, revealing a delicate and gentle temperament, making people feel as if seeing the graceful demeanor of An Xiaoqian when she played Xiaolongnu.

Zhou Xiaowen and Liu Xiaoli had some appreciation ability, so they were already stunned.

An Xiaoqian originally looked at Hu Xiaobei writing in confusion. The brush tip was moving on the rice paper like a nimble snake, but she was seeing things in a fog.

Suddenly, her sight was drawn to the word "茜" in the words "茜影凌波书侠路" (Qian Ying Ling Bo Shu Xia Lu) on the paper.

In an instant, she realized that this was an inscription related to herself, and her little face instantly flushed, like a pink cherry blossom blooming on a branch.

She was inexplicably flustered, yet full of curiosity. Her eyes flickered, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. She wanted to explore the deeper meaning, but she didn't know where to start.

I just felt an inexplicable joy and shyness in my heart, and my whole body was immersed in a hazy and wonderful emotion. The corners of my lips unconsciously rose, revealing my teeth, but I couldn't hide the smile no matter how hard I tried.

Mr. Jin nodded continuously, his slightly narrowed eyes flashing with excitement and admiration, and he kept muttering: "Good calligraphy! Good calligraphy! It's really the best calligraphy in the world!"

Flying snow all over the sky, shooting white deer, laughing at the book of the hero leaning on the green mandarin duck. Qianying Lingbo writes about the hero couple, and Mo Yin gives elegant words to his confidant.

This level of calligraphy proficiency is truly astonishing! It is truly admirable! He is truly a master calligrapher living today!"

After finishing writing, Hu Xiaobei gently put down the brush. Old Man Jin staggered and couldn't wait to go forward to observe it carefully. Zhou Xiaowen hurriedly supported him.

Mr. Jin carefully picked up the rice paper, his hands trembling slightly, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

His face was filled with a satisfied smile, and he murmured, "I have no regrets in my life to have received this calligraphy by you, sir!"

(End of this chapter)