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Text Chapter 34 Display of calligraphy

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    "Let me tell you, grandpa's handwriting is very beautiful" Seeing a few people taking out pens, ink, paper and inkstones, Mengmeng pulled Lin Hui over and said.  Hearing this, Lin Hui also became interested. After all, there are fewer and fewer people practicing calligraphy, and even fewer people can write well.  At this time, Grandma Mengmeng came over with a smile, "The three of them are just like this. From time to time, we have to get together to write, so don't worry about them." Soon, a few people had everything ready.  While he was talking, Zhang Chusheng brought over three wine glasses.  "I have never drank like this before." He said and filled three glasses of wine.  "Old Sun, you better come first, otherwise you won't have room to show off later." After taking a sip, Zhang Chusheng said jokingly.  Hearing this, Sun Minghao didn't seem to care at all, and said with a smile, "You are still so unforgiving. I don't know how you run a business." Sun Minghao was not polite, and after taking a sip of wine  He stood up directly.  "It's really good wine! Get more of it in the future." When Zhang Chusheng heard this, his face darkened, "You think this wine fell from the sky, but I hid it for five years before I was willing to take it out. Why don't you get the advantage?"  Be good." Seeing Zhang Chusheng's angry look, Wang Jiawen and Sun Minghao both laughed.  Sun Minghao walked to the table next to him, picked up the brush, and after thinking for a moment, his hand started to move.  At this time, Wang Jiawen and Zhang Chusheng, who were sitting next to them, were holding wine glasses and looking at Sun Minghao with smiles on their faces, with expressions of enjoyment.  Writing and drinking are the common hobbies of the three people.  It is precisely because of this hobby that the three people who did not have much contact with each other have become lifelong friends.  Whenever they have free time, the three of them will get together, drink and write.  Writing, admiring calligraphy, drinking, and tasting wine are the most satisfying things for them.  A few minutes later, Sun Minghao put down the pen in his hand, and his work was completed.  Dozens of elegant and graceful characters, with clear edges and corners, smooth and natural.  There is a vague atmosphere in the dozens of words.  Sun Minghao writes in regular script, which is square and powerful, and looks extremely pleasing to the eye.  As soon as he started writing the first word, Lin Hui knew that the other party was definitely not just playing around. Without decades of skill, he simply couldn't write such a word.  ¡°At least, apart from his dad, he has never seen anyone write so well.  "I said, Lao Sun, you write like this every time, aren't you tired?" As soon as the person next to him stopped writing, Zhang Chusheng started shouting.  "But what I wrote is so-so and so-so." The three of them have known each other for decades. Sun Minghao naturally knows Zhang Chusheng's habits and said with a smile, "It's an honor to be called so-so by you, Mr. Zhang."  While talking, Sun Minghao sat down and sipped some wine, while Zhang Chusheng had already picked up his writing brush.  The moment he picked up the pen, Zhang Chusheng seemed to be a different person, with an extremely focused expression on his face.  After a while, Zhang Chusheng took action.  However, compared to Sun Minghao, Zhang Chusheng was obviously much faster. In less than a minute, he had already picked up the pen.  Cursive writing!  "Zhang Chusheng writes in cursive, and every word reveals a wild, bohemian style. The strokes of his writing are flowing and flowing, extremely natural. It seems that you will feel relaxed and happy inadvertently.  Although Lin Hui is not good at writing cursive script, he can read it. He is definitely another master of calligraphy.  His dad's favorite is cursive script, and it's even cursive than Zhang Chusheng's, and he doesn't even recognize some of them.  Looking at Wang Jiawen who was enjoying himself across from him, Lin Hui couldn't help but feel a little expectant. Sun Minghao and Zhang Chusheng were already as good as everyone else. What kind of fonts was Wang Jiawen good at? After all, it could be vaguely seen from the performance of the three of them.  , Wang Jiawen's calligraphy attainments will definitely not be worse than those of the two.  "Lao Zhang, your handwriting is so wild and unrestrained" Wang Jiawen laughed at this time.  "No way, who told me that I like this? I can write whatever I want. Unlike Lao Sun, who has been an official for a long time and his handwriting has become so inflexible. It's still like this now that I'm retired." The three people laughed,  Talking and laughing while drinking.  Soon after, Wang Jiawen stood up and it was his turn.  Running script!  Not long after Wang Jiawen started writing, Lin Hui knew that Wang Jiawen was writing in running script.  Soon after, two lines of extremely elegant and natural words appeared in front of several people.  Lin Hui couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw this word.  Although the writing styles of the three people are different, Wang Jiawen's handwriting is obviously slightly better.  ¡°Grandpa¡¯s writing is so good!¡± Mengmeng clapped her hands and said when she saw Wang Jiawen finished writing.  "Mengmeng, your Grandpa Zhang?Grandpa Sun, who writes better?  Zhang Chusheng looked at Mengmeng and said, naturally he would not compete with Wang Jiawen, but he had never been convinced by Sun Minghao. Mengmeng tilted her head, looked at the words on the table, and then used a childish voice  Said, ¡°I don¡¯t even recognize what Grandpa Zhang wrote, but Grandpa Sun¡¯s writing is still beautiful.  "    "Ha ha!  " Hearing this, Zhang Chusheng's face was full of black lines. How could he forget this? He wrote in cursive script. It was strange that Mengmeng knew him. Wang Jiawen and Sun Minghao on the side laughed. Soon, ten minutes later  It passed. At this time, Wang Jiawen suddenly said to Lin Hui: "Xiao Lin, have you also practiced soft pen?  "He had noticed Lin Hui's eyes before. Nowadays, most young people don't care much about soft-pen calligraphy. After all, it is not used much in real life. But just now Lin Hui stood aside and looked at it. It seemed that  Very seriously. Lin Hui nodded and said, "I practiced for a while before.  " Hearing what Lin Hui said, Wang Jiawen couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face, "You should try it too, it's just idle time anyway.  " Zhang Chusheng and Sun Minghao also looked at Lin Hui curiously. There are not many young people who can calligraphy with calligraphy nowadays. Lin Hui was stunned. He didn't expect Wang Jiawen to say that. "Write as long as you are told. Man, don't be coy.  Yes, even if you don't write well, we won't eat you.  "Seeing Lin Hui's appearance, several people thought that Lin Hui was too shy to take action, so Zhang Chusheng shouted directly. Lin Hui smiled bitterly. He had already said this, and he would really be unreasonable if he didn't take action. "Okay,  Then I'll show my shame. Don't scold me if I can't write well.  Lin Hui said jokingly. He has become familiar with the three old people after such a long time. All three of them are easy to get in touch with. "Hurry up, why are you so long-winded?"  "Zhang Chusheng said with eyes wide open. At this time, Grandma Zai Mengmeng came over and scolded with a smile, "Old Zhang, you can't say a few words less with this mouth.  "She has a good impression of Lin Hui. Seeing Lin Hui about to write, Wu Mengqi and Mengmeng came over curiously. Wu Mengqi was also a little surprised, Lin Hui can also write calligraphy? While talking, Lin Hui had already  He picked up the pen in his hand. Speaking of which, he hadn't written with a brush for a long time, but he didn't feel too unfamiliar. After all, he had been using this pen for more than ten years.  , the pen in his hand was obviously much better. After thinking for a while, Lin Hui started writing. But at the moment when he started writing, Lin Hui clearly felt a different feeling. Lin Hui was the first one to know if it was there.  Before the words were finished, the eyes of the three people sitting nearby were bright. They had been exposed to calligraphy for most of their lives, and their eyes were naturally very unique. When Lin Hui finished writing the first word, the eyes of the three people were obviously brighter.  After a minute, it was as if he had discovered some treasure. He even forgot to drink. Lin Hui himself was in a state of surprise. Although he had practiced soft-pen calligraphy for more than ten years, he had gained some experience.  But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that his calligraphy level had improved a lot, and that kind of control over the secret power of his hands was obviously obvious.  It has improved a lot. Under normal circumstances, if you want to master this kind of subtle technique, you need a long time of accumulation to be able to control the strength with ease. In the past, Lin Hui definitely couldn't do it so accurately, but now he feels  He had already touched that level. He could feel a faint force in his gestures, and it was so majestic! Soon, Lin Hui understood that he had entered the realm of Qi training, and with the continuous practice of concealed weapons,  The control of the strength of the hands has obviously improved a lot. Although I don¡¯t know the specific reasons, it is definitely related to those.
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