[Comprehensive British and American] Painting ghosts

At the grand exhibition of calligraphy and painting works, visitors are bustling, staying in front of a calligraphy or painting work and then leaving in a hurry, leaving a few words of admiration.

They walked hurriedly towards the depths of the exhibition hall, and came to the works displayed at the deepest individual counter at the same time.

"Lonely Boat and Mountains" - Author: Shen Yanzhou.

Ink painting is lifelike.The inscription next to the painting is also a golden hook and an iron scratch, the dragon walks like a snake, and the bones are strong.

In front of the painting, visitors are amazed at the artist's amazing brushstrokes. Every stroke is so exhaustive, as if the poetry is reflected on the paper through the soul. Emotions poured out through the back of the paper, infecting the viewers in front of the painting.

The viewers who received the tide of emotion were completely immersed in the impact of art, and no one even thought of taking pictures to commemorate it.

"It's so wonderful..." The fascinated viewers left the booth reluctantly under the urging of the visitors who lined up behind. "It would be great if Master Shen Yanzhou himself was at the exhibition."

Who is Shen Yanzhou?

The 28-year-old calligrapher and painter is a genius in the sky. At a young age, the works drawn by his pen are even amazed by the older masters.He himself is even more elegant and handsome, which has even attracted countless fans who don't know calligraphy and painting at all.

But the young master has always been reclusive, rarely appearing in public, and only occasionally exhibiting works that can drive his large fans crazy.

While his works are admired by countless people, Shen Yanzhou himself is very busy.

A wooden villa built among bamboo forests.

"Teacher, what do you think of my painting?" A girl carefully held the ink painting in front of Shen Yanzhou, and couldn't help but peek at his face.

She was the one who stood out from countless competitors, and she worked hard for many years to get this opportunity to become Teacher Shen's student and study with him for a week.To be so close to her idol... She was so nervous that her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Shen Yanzhou didn't show it on the surface, but he almost spurted blood in his heart.When he was young and ignorant, he promised the principal of the Academy of Fine Arts that every year he would give one-on-one tutoring to the students who scored first in Chinese painting in their academy. After bringing a few students down, he felt very tired and wanted to regret it.

Shen Yanzhou ignored the girl's hot eyes and took the painting.The slender, white fingers with well-defined bony joints seemed to have accidentally touched the girl's fingers, and the girl shrank back as if she had been electrocuted.

"What's wrong?" Shen Yanzhou raised his eyes to look at the girl, his deep black eyes were as gentle as water.

What else?Deliberately teasing girls, to Shen Yanzhou, the shy expression on girls' faces is the best.

The girl's face was slightly red: "No...it's nothing, I'm sorry, teacher."

Shen Yanzhou showed a puzzled expression, but he ignored it, and continued to look at the painting in his hand with his head down.

After a long time, he raised his head and softly talked to the girl about some problems in her works and the advantages that need to be preserved.The girl blushed slightly listening to him, and kept nodding, but only she knew how much she had really listened to.

After Shen Yanzhou finished speaking, he could tell from the girl's reaction that she was absent-minded, and sighed: "Let's rest for a while, and I will give you a topic later."

The girl nodded, but her gaze still did not leave Shen Yanzhou's eyes.

"It's so beautiful, the beauty of the prosperous age..." she said softly.

"What?" Shen Yanzhou was taken aback.Things like being good-looking...wouldn't it make me shy to say it in front of my face?

"Ah!" The girl was startled, she obviously didn't realize that she had spoken her mind, and quickly found an excuse to prevaricate. "I...I mean, teacher, your inkstone is so beautiful!"

"Inkstone?" Shen Yanzhou turned his face to look at the inkstone beside him. It was a she inkstone carved with a pine tree, and under the pine tree was an old man who was drinking alone and admiring the flowers.

"If you like inkstones, I have quite a collection here, and I can show them to you." Shen Yanzhou smiled at the girl.

In his heart, he admired the girl's quick response.

"Okay...Okay, thank you teacher." The girl said dazedly.

Shen Yanzhou stood up and walked into the study room. He remembered that he had put some inkstones on the bookshelf that were quite good in quality but not worth enough for him to collect. If his students liked it, it would be good to give it to her as a gift.

The bookshelf in Shen Yanzhou's house is as high as two floors, most of the time he needs to step on the ladder to find what he needs, but this time the thing he is looking for is placed on the top.

He moved a ladder, climbed up, and saw the inkstones he wanted to take.

"There's a lot of dust." Shen Yanzhou reached out and took out two inkstones, and blew a thick layer of dust on them.Suddenly he heard movement behind him, and when he looked back, his female student was standing outside the study door, ready to come in.

"Wait, take off your shoes..." Shen Yanzhou wanted to remind his guests not to enter the study room with their shoes on - but it was already too late, and the girl stepped on the wooden floor with one foot.

Shen Yanzhou was helpless, he kept a lot of priceless things in his study room, so the study room was his most precious place, he had to mop the floor several times a day, and he had to take off his shoes before entering the study room. The girl who was used to it just ran in carelessly.

"Ah! Yes... I'm sorry!!" The girl panicked and wanted to retreat in a hurry.

"Be careful!" Shen Yanzhou watched helplessly as a blue and white porcelain vase was crumbling on the path of the girl's retreat, and couldn't help leaning forward.

He forgot that he was still on the ladder.

All of a sudden, he felt dizzy, and the feeling of weightlessness came, and the girl's screams were heard next to his ears.He fell heavily on the floor, dizzy, and was about to tell the panicked girl that he was fine, when he saw two heavy inkstones fall from the sky and hit him on the head.

After the dull pain passed, his consciousness left him almost immediately.The last thing he saw was blood streaming from his own head and spreading across the floor.

The girl was so frightened that she even forgot to scream. She covered her mouth, tears streaming down uncontrollably.It didn't know how long it took for her to react, and staggered to Shen Yanzhou's side, reaching out her hand to feel his breath.

After a long time, the girl seemed to be drained of all her strength and collapsed on the ground.

On this day, Shen Yanzhou, known as the hope of the painting and calligraphy world, died unexpectedly at home at the age of 28.

Shen Yanzhou opened his eyes with difficulty, the strong light made his eyes sting.

I don't know how long it took before he got used to the glare of the light, and when he opened his eyes, he was in a very simple and dilapidated cabin.Perhaps because of the humidity of the air, the wooden walls were even covered with dark green moss.The furnishings of the room are also very simple, a small wooden table, a small bench, and a wooden bed.

Shen Yanzhou looked at the bed, and after thinking for a long time in a dizzy mind, he realized that the reason why he could see the bed was because he was lying on the ground, not sleeping on the bed.

He lifted his dizzy brain and stood up against the wall.

"I seem to have been hit by an inkstone..." He began to recall, but the memory stopped abruptly, and he had no idea what happened afterwards.

He walked towards the door in doubt, and then he found that something fell from his body, and it fell to the ground with a dull sound, and rolled aside.

Shen Yanzhou looked at that thing.

It was a pen, a brush.

Shen Yanzhou was very familiar with the quaint style, because it was a family heirloom of their Shen family that was said to have been handed down for hundreds of years.When Shen Yanzhou first got this pen, he was also very excited. When he burned incense and bathed to prepare to show off his skills, he found that although this pen is a family heirloom, and it looks exquisite, simple and full of mystery, his brushwork is extremely condensed. The writing brushes bought for more than ten yuan at the side stalls are not as good, and they are so dry that they seem to scrape the paper out of the groove.

So this pen has been left in Shen Yanzhou's study for ashes, until now Shen Yanzhou remembered that he still has such a family heirloom.

He picked up the pen, blew off the dust on it, and was wondering why the pen appeared in this strange place with him, when a strange voice sounded in his brain.

"Ah, you're finally awake."

"?" Shen Yanzhou looked around, there was no one in the room except him, he was wondering if he was hallucinating, when the voice sounded again.

"It's me, Tianyan Pen."

"Tianyan brush?" Shen Yanzhou was stunned, looking at the brush in his hand. "Are you talking?"

"Yes." The Tianyan pen lay quietly in his hand. "You should be wondering where this is?"

"..." Shen Yanzhou frowned, and began to wonder if his brain had been smashed.

"It's a coincidence to say that, if your blood didn't splash on me when you were smashed to death by the inkstone, I probably wouldn't be able to save you." Tian Yanbi didn't know what Shen Yanzhou was thinking, and began to give it to him on his own. He explained the situation. "Do you know how magic weapons recognize their masters?"

Shen Yanzhou shook his head: "What are you talking about?"

Tian Yanbi was silent for a second: "Have you never read novels? Aren't they all written so powerfully that the magic weapon will bleed to recognize the owner?!"

Shen Yanzhou: "...I haven't read the novel you mentioned."

Tian Yanbi: "Well, in short, I recognized you as the master after drinking your blood. By the way, your original body is dead now, because I brought your soul to the second world."

Shen Yanzhou: "I don't understand..."

Tian Yanbi: "Oh, I hate explaining the most. Because it will always make me appear wordy. In fact, as an artifact, I am very cold, and I have not spoken for hundreds of years. Of course, it is also because I have been talking for hundreds of years. I haven't spoken, my speaking ability is getting worse and worse, and I can't explain why I brought you to the next world in a few words..."

Shen Yanzhou expressionless: "Let's get to the point."

Tian Yanbi: "Oh."