Arty Records

At the end of the classic recitation, Master Bai and Qionglin disciples performed a live performance of the Dragon Boat Festival custom of the ancient Chu Kingdom: ordering realgar wine.

The Taishi chair was moved up again, and Master Bai sat down among them.Liang Ruogu and the other young man were separated from each other, one held the pan and the other held the pen.A white porcelain plate was placed on the plate. Chairman Cui personally took the prepared realgar wine on stage and poured it into the plate solemnly.Miss etiquette explained next to it: "Yufu Qionglin Group specially made 18-degree gold Qionglin liquid for this Dragon Boat Festival. It is formulated according to a thousand-year-old recipe and added with refined realgar ingredients. , enter the mountains and forests and tigers and wolves lie down, enter the rivers and avoid all poisons'..."

Hong Xinyao was speechless: "Isn't it? So amazing!"

Wei Deli asked: "Really?"

Fang Sishen smiled: "It should be no problem to prevent mosquito bites. The north is dry, unlike the south, where there are often miasma poisonous moisture and insects. It's just a ritual."

Young Master Hong nodded: It turned out to be a trick.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "How much is a bottle?"

"I'm sorry," said the hostess lady with a sweet and lovely smile. "This is a limited edition specially made by our company to commemorate the festival. It is only used as a gift for the special guests of this cultural festival, and it is not for sale."

"Wipe! It's an appetite!" The crowd was dissatisfied.

"However, the audience can participate in our cultural experience activities. All children under the age of 10 can sign up at the staff on the right. The top ten will have the opportunity to go on stage. Master Bai will personally order realgar wine for the children to avoid poison and exorcise evil spirits. May they be safe..."

The crowd broke into commotion, and many parents dragged their children to the registration office, and the atmosphere on the scene gradually became lively.

The children lined up and stepped forward one by one.Bai Yiyan held a brush in her hand, soaked up the golden-red wine as if dipped in ink, and wrote a cursive "Wang" on her forehead-this is to use the tiger's forehead pattern to suppress evil spirits.Then tap a little on the tip of the nose, the side of the ear, and the palm of the hand, and the child in Confucian uniform bent down and bowed: "Thank you, sir!" Master Bai patted the top of his head with his left hand, showing his kindness.

The young actors who came to the stage at the back also knew how to follow suit. After ordering the realgar wine, they bowed and bowed to thank them, and waited for the old man to slap his head before he calmed down happily.A few children had thick ink marks on their foreheads, and the wine dripped down between their brows. They naturally raised their hands to wipe them, but their parents held them down: "Don't wipe it, don't wipe it, I haven't heard people say that the old man's words are so valuable. Go!"

The old man didn't have the energy to socialize. After ordering the realgar wine, he said hello to the organizer and got into the car directly.Fan Youchang waved to Liang Ruogu, and the two got into the car to accompany them.The other Qionglin disciples also boarded a cart and returned to the academy collectively.

Seeing Fang Sishen watching the car leave, Hong Xinyao curled his lips: "I told you earlier not to pretend to be a good person. Why do you think Liang Zi hugs people's thighs? He is said to be appreciated by other scholars for his talent—how many barrels does he have?" I don't know about the 'talent' of water, young master, but I do know that you are a great doctor, and you are trying so hard to put on a facade for others."

He and Liang Ruogu hang out together, and all they see is the truest and darkest side of each other, like monsters who know each other well, no matter how they change their costumes, no one can fool the other.

Listening to his cynicism, Fang Sishen was noncommittal, with a distant expression.Young Master Hong remembered that the person next to him was also a doctor of Chinese studies from a famous university, and tried to ask: "Hey, do you know those two famous people?"

Fang Sishen nodded: "Anyone who is interested in Chinese studies knows such a big celebrity."

Young Master Hong thought about it too, and stopped asking, but his mind drifted to Deputy Director Liu of the Cultural Affairs Bureau and Chairman Cui of Yufu Group.He was used to all kinds of social occasions since he was a child, and at this moment, he was very keen to smell a certain familiarity from this fresh Chinese culture show, and almost instinctively opened up his radar to automatically collect favorable information.

The next program is Yulan Tang Folklore Performance.

Fang Sishen asked how to play this?Is it on-site to take a shower?

I saw several antique painted boats floating over the river suddenly, which should be the pleasure boats borrowed from the nearby water park.There are two boatmen in the stern, a bathtub in the bow, and a beautiful woman wrapped in light gauze.Ancient music was played from the speakers, and the beauties danced to the music.Due to the limited space and being on the boat, it was a little wobbly. The dance was actually just a few simple movements, such as twisting the waist and lifting the legs.The key is that the beauties are slowly taking off the already thin gauze while twisting their waists and raising their legs.

Just after taking off one piece, all the beauties turned around, untied their buns and let them hang down to their waists.On the other side of the river is a cliff, and the audience is concentrated here.Seeing that the infinite beauty was completely lost to the stones, the crowd squeezed towards the shore one after another. Several guests in the VIP seats who couldn't take their eyes off their seats could not help but leave their seats, and looked at the boat with their necks stretched.

The beauties took off another one, and suddenly raised their legs and stepped into the bathtub, leaving only the shoulders above outside.

This time the crowd pushed forward even harder, and some staff members had already seen that something was wrong and drove the audience away behind the security cordon.Seeing that the mood of the crowd became more and more agitated, some person in charge took wise measures in time, ordering all the beauties to shrink into the tubs collectively and not to show their heads again.

While chasing the painting boat along the shore, a few ruffian young people waved their arms and shouted loudly: "I strongly demand to participate in cultural experience activities! I strongly demand to participate in cultural experience activities!" This made many people laugh.

Over there, Chairman Cui and the local officials of Ning'an Town kept reviewing with Deputy Director Liu: "It's the first time to hold such a large-scale mass activity, and I don't have enough experience. I will definitely improve next time, I will definitely improve!"

The three of Fang Sishen followed the crowd on tiptoe to watch the beautiful woman bathe.They said they had entered the VIP area, but obviously they were not of a high level, had no seats, and were not in the front row.Hearing the crowd's strong demand to participate in cultural experience activities, they laughed and joked with each other.

"Hey, how are our Xia country beauties compared to your foreign girls?" Young Master Hong asked Wei Deli.

The foreign devil pondered for a moment: "Chunlan Qiuju, each is good at winning."

"What do you mean?"

Fang Sishen explained: "Each has its own meaning." I was used to Young Master Hong's ignorance, so I couldn't think of laughing at him in this regard.

Wei Deli added pointedly: "Actually, regardless of the East or the West, I think women nowadays pay too much attention to appearance."

Hong Xinyao "cut": "Don't tell me that you would rather marry a dinosaur with a heart-to-heart than a swan with different dreams in the same bed."

The idioms are used appropriately, Fang Sishen glanced at him, guessing in his heart that he might be another line from another soap opera.

"What do you mean?" Now it was Wei Deli's turn not to understand.

The translator is at it again.

Wei Deli understood, and shook his head again and again: "No, no, no, Hong, you misunderstood, it's not just about looks. Goodness is better than anything else."

Before Young Master Hong could ask a question, Fang Sishen took the initiative to interpret simultaneously: "Virtue trumps everything."

Wei Deli didn't finish: "including sex."

Fang Sishen hesitated a little between the two meanings of "gender" and "sexual behavior", but unexpectedly, Hong Xinyao knew the last word so well that he didn't need to wait for him to translate it, and immediately picked up the foreign devil: "Ha, you mean as long as Good character, it doesn't matter if you don't go to bed for the rest of your life?" His eyes glanced down maliciously, "Dude, you can't be that-sex incompetent, right?"

Wei Deli responded to him with the disdainful gaze of looking at a child: "You are too young to understand that the pleasure of the soul can indeed surpass the pleasure of the body. Besides, I also mean gender..."

Hong Xinyao groaned strangely: "You still want to fuck men? Dude, you are too trendy, right? But you are a foreigner, no wonder..."

Wei Deli didn't have time to refute his fallacy that it's no wonder why foreigners are gay. Looking at the environment, it was really not suitable for him to seriously confess his sexual orientation to someone, so he then fought with the unclear young master Hong: "What do I mean? Yes, the criteria for choosing a partner, character is the most important, nothing else is that important..."

With a quick mind, Hong Xinyao retorted: "Moral character? I think dogs have the best moral character. They are loyal and obedient. Why don't you see anyone marrying a dog?"

"Yes, don't you read the news? A man in Australia got married to his dog last year."

"What? Is there a mistake? So, that—how did they have sex?"

"Well, to be honest, I'm also curious..."

Fang Sishen listened to these two pinch the sexual behaviors in turn, stacked them together and pinched them again, and finally pinched the dog. He wished he had never known these two savages and hooligans.Holding Wei Deli's arm, he said seriously: "Daniel, Hong Xinyao is not full yet."

"Ah, sorry, I forgot, sorry."

Young Master Hong yelled: "I'm eighteen years old!"

Fortunately, the general public is still immersed in the aftertaste of the beautiful women taking a bath. In addition, there are many vendors who have opened at an unknown time, selling various Dragon Boat Festival souvenirs such as rice dumplings, long-lived silk, medicine sachets, calamus and mugwort leaves. It is so noisy that almost no one pays attention them.The three of them were going to visit the temporary market when the staff came to invite the audience in the VIP area to get on the bus. It turned out that the holders of the free tickets also enjoyed a special privilege: to visit Qionglin Academy.

The Academy is not far from the event site, less than 10 minutes by car, but it turns a corner along the Wanyue River, crosses a small bridge, and goes around to the other end of Mengling Mountain.In front of the eyes are towering ancient trees, thick shade covering the sun, a red wall and green tiles between the branches and leaves, as if all the hustle and bustle of the world are separated from this world.

The parking lot was built on the open river beach, about a mile walk away from the gate of the academy. When Fang Sishen and others arrived, many luxury cars had already parked on the field, and the more important guests had already arrived one step ahead.Walking through a gravel path and going up the stone steps, there is a gold plaque on a black background on the vermilion lacquer gate: "Qionglin Academy", as expected, it was written by Master Bai Yiyanbai.Two teenagers in Confucian costumes stood in front of the door to welcome the guests. The first-time visitors immediately felt that they had become ordinary people who had strayed into the fairy mountain by mistake, and their talking voices immediately dropped.

Fang Sishen walked behind, with good eyesight, he saw a stone tablet with inscriptions embedded on the outer wall, so he went to take a closer look.

"Records of Menglingshan Temple: The age of this temple cannot be tested, but the ancient tree in front of the temple is more than 50 years old. It has been rebuilt in this prosperous age and expanded into Qionglin Academy. Going to school, leisurely gathering..." Under the half-understandable classical Chinese stone tablet, there is another stone brick engraved with words: "Third-level non-movable protected cultural relics, Ning'an Town People's Government, August 8 of the Republic of China."

Hong Xinyao followed him all the time and asked, "What is 'non-movable protected cultural relics'?"

"It's cultural relics that cannot be moved, such as buildings. Forbidden palaces, Qitian gates, and Chengtian gates belong to the first-level non-movable cultural relics protected by the capital."

"What is this 'Qionglin Academy'? It's actually a protected cultural relic?"

Fang Sishen shook his head: "Look at the date of signing, it's not Qionglin Academy, but this mountain temple."

Hearing what he said, Hong Xinyao looked at the crowd at the door and seemed to understand something.

Wei Deli waved to the two from the door: "Come and see, come and see! It's so beautiful here!"

Entering the gate, the courtyard is modeled on the style of Jiangnan gardens, with small bridges, flowing water, and bamboo rockery.Due to the limited area, the bridge can only allow one person to pass, and the mountain is only half the height of one person, but they are all exquisite and unique.In front of the hall, there is an ancient maple tree with its trunks hugging and hollow in the center. It seems that it has been struck by lightning, leaving only half of its branches and leaves, which are still enough to cover most of the building.In the garden, there is a stone drum with seal characters, a blue and white porcelain vat there, seven or eight red lotuses, and three or five koi.Calligraphy, painting and carvings are dotted on the walls of the corridors on all sides, each of which is beautiful and elegant, with extraordinary appearance.

Wei Deli kept tsk-tsk admiring, his eyes didn't know where to look.Hong Xinyao doesn't have much taste, but he has knowledge. He glanced around and came to the conclusion: "There seem to be a lot of valuable things." Pointing to the Yuqiao Gengdu carved screen standing at the corner of the corridor, "I have one at home. About one hundred thousand."

Fang Sishen went over to take a look, and said, "You can't just look at the appearance, you have to look at the year. If it is an antique from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, it must be more than this price."

Wei Deli also came over and stared wide-eyed: "Fang, you say this is an ancient cultural relic?"

Fang Sishen said: "I can't tell if it's an antique or not, but the workmanship is really good and the material is not bad."

Hong Xinyao asked: "If it is a cultural relic, how much is it worth?"

"I'm not sure. I heard that there are hundreds of thousands to tens of millions. It also depends on the market."

At this time, most of the visitors were attracted to the house. It turned out that the wing rooms on the left and right sides of the corridor were divided into small classrooms, and the front hall was converted into a small auditorium. Qionglin disciples were displaying their academic achievements, playing the piano, or playing chess. Whether it is painting or calligraphy, or reciting, all the audience will automatically lower their voices, but when they hear the sound of the book and the sound of the piano, it seems to go back in time, and they are in the White Deer Cave at the foot of Yuelu Mountain.

The three of them looked at the things in the corridor, and Wei Deli went into the house.Fang Sishen stood at the door, deeply aware that the form was greater than the content, so he withdrew and glanced around the courtyard.Hong Xinyao wasn't interested in children's tricks either, so he followed him to ask questions.There are indeed many tricks that have never been seen in this yard, some Fang Sishen can be called by name, and some even he can't understand.

So many items with the nature of traditional cultural symbols are stacked in a limited space. If it is called an academy, it is too flashy, and if it is called a museum, it seems too messy and random.Looking at the details, it is full of cultural charm everywhere. Looking at it as a whole, it seems like a landscape painting that has forgotten to leave blank space, and there is always a sense of constriction that cannot be moved.

Fang Sishen stood there for a moment, when a word suddenly popped up in his mind: cultural upstart.

Stroll around the old trees and walk into the moon gate leading to the middle courtyard.The blue brick path stretches in an S shape, with two rows of pruning bamboo along the way, which means that the winding path leads to seclusion.When I walked to the center, I found that although it was the same square pattern as the front yard, the rooms on the corridor became hidden and private because of the more layers separated by flowers, trees, bamboo and stones.There were faint voices coming from the room, as if whispering.Hong Xinyao automatically shut up, and took a peek at the bamboo.Fang Sishen's footsteps could not help but pause, looked around, and there was no sign of idlers stopping, so he continued to walk in.

Several people came out of the room with a gaiwan teacup and stood in the corridor. The leader was Deputy Director Liu of the Cultural Affairs Bureau.A young man in Confucian attire is explaining to the guests, it is Liang Ruogu: "...In addition to the regular furnishings, all kinds of antiques, cultural relics and art treasures stored in the academy are mostly Bai Lao's private collection, and there are also many funds sponsored by the Yufu Group. collections, including several private collections of Chairman Cui."

Seeing Fang Sishen, Liang Ruogu greeted him: "Teacher Fang, welcome. If you are tired, please come in and have a cup of tea."

Fang Sishen thanked him, stood a few steps away, and looked up at the painting on the corridor.He is not used to getting too close to government bureaucrats, and he is ready to find an opportunity to slip away quietly.I was distracted thinking about other things, so I didn't notice that Hong Xinyao, who was originally following the steps as a follower, suddenly passed behind him, with a very studious and cute appearance, and slowly approached the director with his head sharpened.

Deputy Director Liu looked down at a strangely shaped stone turtle beside the steps, with horns on its head, flowers on its shell, and a rectangular groove in the middle of its back.Young Master Hong took a peek at it, and concluded that the chief was embarrassed to ask questions because of face, so he waved his hand at Liang Ruogu and pointed at the turtle: "This thing is so strange, what is it for?"

"Ah, this one is called Bixi. According to legend, it is the sixth son of the dragon. It looks like a turtle but is not a turtle. It likes to carry heavy loads. It is usually used to carry steles. When this one was found, the stele had been destroyed, so it became the present one. It looks like this. Bixi is a symbol of auspiciousness and longevity, and it is said that touching its head can bring good luck."

Someone went down the steps to touch it.Deputy Director Liu glanced at Hong Xinyao's school uniform: "Young man, do you study in National High School?"

"That's right," pointing to Liang Ruogu, "I'm a classmate with him, and we both take Chinese studies, and I came here today to gain some insight." Seeing other people touching the auspicious and long-lived underbelly, he lowered his voice, "Uncle Liu , you don’t know me anymore?”

Liu Wanzhong looked at him in surprise.

"I'm the fourth child of Hejin Hong's family. I met you when I had dinner with my dad at 'Cuiweilou' in March."

Liu Wanzhong looked him up and down, and suddenly smiled: "The waves behind the Yangtze River drive the waves ahead. Okay, I'm more promising than your bumpkin father."

Say no more, continue to appreciate art relics.

When Fan Youchang came out from the backyard, Fang Sishen happened to be standing on the path he must pass.Taking a step back to make way for others, being swept away by the inquiring eyes of the other party, he was not sure if he recognized himself, so he said bravely, "Uncle Ziheng, long time no see."

Ziheng is Fan Youchang's character.Fan Youchang and Bai Yiyan are teachers and students, they are actually father and son.Fang Duzhi treated Bai Yiyan with courtesy from his nephew, Fang Sishen should treat Fan Youchang with courtesy from his nephew.Although the communication is as light as plain water, the relationship should be very close.

"You are..." Fan Youchang was puzzled.

"I'm Fang Sishen."

"Ah, you are the kid from the Fang family." Fan Youchang smiled all over his face, as if he was overjoyed, "Your father sent you here, but he didn't even say hello to me, look, you're being rude, aren't you?" Hand, "Your father is a very busy person. I called him specifically to invite him, but he refused to show his face to the opening ceremony to say a few words. But it's good that you come, to give Uncle face. Come, Uncle will introduce you."

He dragged him directly to Liu Wanzhong: "Director Liu, this is the son of Dean Fang of the School of Humanities, he is really young and promising!"

Several elders praised Dean Fang for his face, and Fang Sishen hurriedly returned the courtesy humbly.He wouldn't say extraneous words of entertainment, and simply nodded and shook his head with a modest smile to deal with it.Fortunately, Fan Youchang quickly let him go, and said to Liang Ruogu, "Go and accompany Mr., I'll just stay here."

"Good teacher." Liang Ruogu agreed, and bowed to everyone before turning around and walking towards the backyard.

As the head of the academy, Fan Youchang accompanied Deputy Director Liu to point out Jiangshan: "...we plan to try long-term training programs in addition to short-term training, and follow the standards of ancient gentlemen to set up the six arts of ritual, music, archery, royal, calligraphy, and mathematics. 'Courses, to cultivate noble and pure classical virtues..." He spoke slowly and softly, with a little bit of femininity, because of his excellent demeanor, not only did people not feel awkward, but he was more gentle and amiable.