Liu Yan looked up at her work, and there were people coming and going behind her, but she was not disturbed by anyone.

She didn't know that many people were looking at her too.

This exhibition is very professional, and those who don't know about calligraphy may not have heard of it, so the audience who knows about it and takes the time to come to the exhibition early in the morning is the one who really loves calligraphy.

Such people have a relatively high level of culture and generally don't pay attention to Internet celebrities, so when they look at Liu Yan, they don't recognize her identity as an Internet celebrity, but simply feel that this scene is very beautiful, with a poetic taste, and an illusion of traveling through time. It's amazing that there is no trace of modernity in this girl in Hanfu.

The sense of modernity is very vague and abstract, and it is not that there are no other young girls on the street who wear Hanfu, but everyone will never mistake them for ancient people, because they have a sense of modernity.

"Classmate Liu," a hesitant voice sounded behind Liu Yan.

Liu Yan turned around and saw Zhou Buyan standing two steps away from her.

Zhou Buyan didn't dare to approach, for fear that he would destroy this beautiful artistic conception. Liu Yan took the initiative to walk towards him and said with a smile, "You also came to see the exhibition?"

"Well, it's okay anyway, come and see other people's works and study," Zhou Buyan's thoughts were the same as Liu Yan's, "My teacher is also here, talking to Professor Su over there." ”

Liu Yan looked in the direction of Zhou Buyan's finger, and two soft chairs appeared out of thin air in the corner of the exhibition hall, Ouyang Cen and Su Yi sat and chatted, and they also held a cup of hot tea in their hands.

The treatment of the vice president of the Calligraphy Association is really different.

Zhou Buyan noticed the inconspicuous inscription in the lower right corner of the paper and Professor Su's red ink, "It turns out that you have been concentrating on appreciating your own words, are you very satisfied with yourself?"

Liu Yan shook her head slightly, "Do you think I need to improve something?"

"......Forehead" Zhou Buyan didn't expect Liu Yan to ask so directly, don't ordinary people like to be praised? Why did Liu Yan ask him to find fault with himself?

"You're welcome, I'd like to hear from others. ”

Liu Yan asked very sincerely.

"But I only learned regular script in elementary school, and then I switched to regular script, and I haven't written regular script for a long time, so I'm not professional. But since you asked, I'll help you take a look," Zhou Buyan took a step back, his vision was broader, and he pondered Liu Yan's words stroke by stroke.

"Overall, the writing is good, and it looks very comfortable, but I think the traces of your imitation are relatively heavy, did you learn according to Professor Su's calligraphy?" Zhou asked her.

"That's right," Liu Yan admired him, "you are obviously very professional!"

"I've just studied Professor Su's works," Zhou Buyan was a little shy when he was praised by the beautiful woman, and he continued, "My teacher told me that there are two kinds of copying, one is the resemblance of the form, and the other is the resemblance of the god, for example, when a painter paints a person, the face and hands are similar, and the manners and laughter are like the gods." Your words are too similar and a little stereotypical," Zhou Buyan was afraid that Liu Yan would be angry, so he added, "This is just my personal opinion, you can listen to it casually." ”

Liu Yan nodded instructively, no wonder Professor Su was very satisfied with her handwriting, because like him, who wouldn't like herself?

"Do you have any regular script calligraphy that you recommend to me? I have not been studying regular script for a long time, and I have always used Professor Su's characters as a template, and there is no other reference. ”

Zhou Buyan naturally asked, "How long have you been studying?"

"5 months, but also in the study of the book, but the writing is worse, can not be on the table, if you have a book copy, please also recommend to me. ”

“.......”

Zhou Buyan was extremely shocked in his heart, she can write so well in 5 months, she is a genius at all, okay, he studied regular script for three years when he was a child, and he didn't write as well as her, it was too shocking!

"I'm sorry, I'm going to retract what I just commented, your work is no problem at all, 5 months for beginners, it's normal to copy and write, just practice more," Zhou Buyan emphasized, "There is really no problem, but there is still a gap with other regular script works." ”

Zhou Buyan was very objective, he looked around at the nearby works, pointed to a character and said, "Among the several regular script works around, I think that one is the best written." ”

Liu Yan walked over to see it, and the painting reads: "Horses have a journey of thousands of miles, and they can't go by themselves without riding; ”

This sentence comes from Lu Mengzheng's "Broken Kiln Fu" in the Northern Song Dynasty, and under the high pressure of Professor Su, Liu Yan recited it.

This character is indeed very well written, the pen is calm and sophisticated, strong but beautiful, Liu Yan looked at the author, called Su Maolin, she said casually, "Why is the surname Su ...... again"

"Because he is the son of Su Xuezhen. ”

Liu Yan was stunned for a moment and asked, "Is there no problem with the judge's son participating in the exhibition?"

"There's no rule saying no, but the judges usually take the initiative to avoid it. ”

When he went back yesterday, Zhou Buyan asked Ouyang Cen about Su Xuezhen, and Ouyang Cen felt that he should also remind his apprentice, so he told him everything. So Zhou Buyan now knows the details of Su Xuezhen and sneers at him.

He was far away just now, and he didn't see the author of the work clearly, so he wouldn't have brought Liu Yan over if he knew it, and he was in a bad mood, he also wondered, Su Xuezhen's character was so poor, but his calligraphy level was first-class, and even his son was extremely talented, he was really a tiger father without a dog.

Liu Yan felt that this painting was so unappetizing, and she didn't want to take a second look, so she asked Zhou Buyan, "Where is your work?"

"I'll take you. ”

Zhou Buxian's grass works are at the other end of the exhibition hall, and at this moment, there are many spectators in front of his works, and everyone is admiring his words.

Liu Yan heard the exclamations, and the applause, and some people took pictures with their mobile phones, and the audience was really knowledgeable, Su Maolin's words were also taken just now.

Xingcao is more difficult to identify, Liu Yan watched quietly for half a minute, and then realized what he wrote: "Independent and not changing, Zhou Xing is not dead." ”

"Zhou Buxian," Liu Yan said.

"I'm here!" Zhou Buyan replied with a grin.

The two of them are already familiar with each other, and they don't talk as awkwardly as before.

"It turns out that the 'dai' in your name is this '殆', and I thought it was the 'slack' of 'sluggishness'. ”

"Haha, a lot of people are just as mistaken as you are at first. My mother had a difficult birth when she gave birth to me, and my dad was in a hurry outside, so he could only watch the Tao Te Ching to calm himself down, and then I gave birth, and he slapped his thigh and gave me this name. ”

"So you wrote down the origin of your name. ”

"Well, now it's up to you to evaluate my handwriting, what do you think of my writing? To tell you the truth, I want to hear your opinion," Zhou Buyan returned to her what Liu Yan had said to him just now.

Liu Yan thought for a while and said, "My comment is only four words: radiant." ”