Beijing, a courtyard house.

Sun Yuting sweated profusely into the courtyard, glanced at the courtyard, and went straight to a house. Pushing open the door, a cold wind made Sun Yuting feel excited, and the pores that were originally open and closed closed instantly.

The heat in my heart was blown away by this gust of cold wind, and I raised my eyes to see an old man in his late teens next to the desk in the room, concentrating on writing calligraphy. A young man in his thirties stood next to him, his face full of admiration.

The two did not notice Sun Yuting's arrival.

"Jingchen, are you here too?" Sun Yuting had a touch of longing and surprise on her face, and walked over quickly and said with a smile: "I didn't find you in the Provincial Book Association, I didn't expect you to come here......

"Yu Ting......"

Turning around and seeing Sun Yuting, Jing Chen's face was happy, and then a trace of distress flashed in his eyes: "You sweaty people broke in, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

In the hot summer day, it is easy to hurt people when you enter a room with an air conditioner blowing profusely sweat. From a black bag, he took out a black shirt and draped it on Sun Yuting: "It's still so big." ”

Jingchen is not tall and thin, and the T-shirt is not very wide, Sun Yuting tightened the T-shirt, and a warm current rose in her heart.

Jingchen is also a calligrapher, a calligrapher who is not famous. Miscellaneous work in the Provincial Book Association is not a formal book association member. I'm thirty years old this year and have almost nothing. However, Jingchen is very motivated, and he is also very serious about learning calligraphy, and he has a tenacity in his bones.

It's a pity that this boyfriend, who has been in love with him for seven years, has always been opposed by his family and has never wanted them to come together.

Seeing Jingchen's emaciated face, Sun Yuting flashed a trace of guilt in her heart. He smiled and asked, "Teacher, what is this writing?"

"You girl..."After writing the last stroke, putting down the brush, the old man turned his face, it was an elegant face, although it was old, but it was very calm.

"The old man just found the feeling of calligraphy artistic conception, and was interrupted by you, how do you say you should be punished?"

The old man had a warm attitude, and a hint of pampering flashed in his eyes.

"Otherwise, I'll help the teacher grind for a day, which can be regarded as punishment......"

"You girl......" the old man said dissatisfiedly, "You grind very well, but from now on, the old man doesn't need you to be attentive." You are nominally helping the old man to polish, but in fact you want to see if the old man's calligraphy has improved. ”

"The teacher is the leading calligrapher in China, and the students dare not evaluate whether the teacher's calligraphy has improved. ”

The old man's name is Zhang Changhe, the leading calligrapher in China. The fame in the calligraphy world, just like the Shaolin Wudang in the martial arts, belongs to the Taidou level of characters and has a very high status. Sun Yuting is Zhang Changhe's most proud disciple, quite a true tradition, and has formed his own style. But I still don't dare to evaluate Zhang Changhe's works easily, which is self-knowledge and respect.

"There's nothing you don't dare, those calligraphy masters a few days ago were scolded by you. They made a special call and complained to the old man. The old man is also scared, and he will be scolded by you girl. ”

The smile on Zhang Changhe's face dissipated a little, "Anyway, those are all old men, my peers, you juniors should have some affection." ”

"Those people are also worthy of being called masters?" Sun Yuting frowned: "Teacher, the calligraphy world is in chaos, and the aesthetic vision is also changing. Knowledge changes come and go, and our thousands of years of Chinese cultural accumulation is still the essence. Those so-called masters, needle tube ink, mop scribble, with hair, eyebrows, some with hemp rope on the paper to drag around, you can't see what kind of handwriting, that is also called calligraphy?"

"The old man doesn't know, I don't know......" Sun Yuting was angry, and the old man quickly opened the topic: "You girl is content, the old man decided to make an exception for the future of you and Xiaojing, the two hard-working mandarin ducks, and accepted Xiaojing as an apprentice......

Jing Chen's face was full of joy and looked a little excited. He thinks that his calligraphy is already quite popular, and what he lacks is an opportunity. Zhang Changhe's move undoubtedly gave him a great opportunity.

Sun Yuting frowned: "Teacher, I know that you are kind, and I also take a fancy to Jingchen's hard work and perseverance over the years. It's just that...... I don't approve of you taking Jingchen as an apprentice. ”

"Disagree?!"

The excitement on Jing Chen's face dissipated, and some anger finally turned into a trace of grievance.

Zhang Changhe was stunned: "What are you crazy about, you have been stalking for the past two years, pestering the old man to take Jingchen as an apprentice, how can you change your mind now?"

"Teacher, do you believe in the reincarnation of the Book of Saints?"

Reincarnated Book Saint?

Zhang Changhe and Jing Chen glanced at each other, not knowing what Sun Yuting wanted to say.

There is only one sage of calligraphy, and for thousands of years, how many characters have reached the pinnacle of calligraphy attainments, but they still can't shake the status of sage of calligraphy. The ancient literati wrote all the calligraphy in the era of calligraphy, creating one after another calligraphy pinnacle everyone, and no one surpassed the sage of calligraphy. In contemporary society, the brush has almost become an unpopular writing tool, and it is even more difficult to appear calligraphy masters, not to mention calligraphers and other characters.

took out the poem written by Zhang Daoran at the beginning, and Sun Yuting handed it to Zhang Changhe: "If the teacher doesn't believe it, you can take a look at this." ”

Suspiciously took the rice paper the size of A4 paper, and Zhang Changhe Jingchen couldn't move his eyes when he put his eyes on it......

"Qingming"

The flowers bloomed here last spring, and the autumn wind still turned into dust.

The lonely grave and weeds are only desolate, and Qingming is still alone.

This is an unfamiliar poem, not even very good, Zhang Changhe Jingchen does not know who the author is. It's just that these fonts, one by one, seem to have a soul, and one by one jumps, transforming into the artistic conception of this poem......

The word is the best, and the font is integrated into the artistic conception of the poem!

"This is an absolute master's handwriting...... Zhang Changhe suddenly raised his head: "Girl, where did you get this calligraphy?"

Jing Chen also raised his head in shock, and then looked at the paper in Zhang Changhe's hand with obsession in his eyes, and couldn't take his eyes off it anymore.

"This is written by a Taoist master, and I spent 2,000 yuan......

With a smug look on her face, Sun Yuting started with the words she found on the Internet before, and then went to Sanqingguan in person.

"Gathering momentum, I didn't expect many strange people in the wilderness and deep mountains, this sentence is true. A monk is already a master of calligraphy. This calligraphy old man didn't dare to comment on it, he could only say that he sighed like a ......" Zhang Changhe suddenly smiled bitterly: "Girl, you don't approve of Xiaojing worshipping me as a teacher, it's because of this Taoist in your heart......"

Gathering momentum into an abyss, the people around him can fall into the artistic conception of the writer, this kind of person, no matter how arrogant Zhang Changhe is, he does not dare to compare with it.

Without denying it, Sun Yuting nodded: "I don't know if it can be successful, I still want Jingchen to give it a try." ”

"The more capable a person is, the more eccentric his temper becomes. He would rather live in seclusion than in the world, which shows that this Taoist master is indifferent to fame and fortune and is a master. It's okay for Xiaojing to try, if he can really get what he wants, it's much better than following the old man. ”

"Well, if you go and the old man goes with you, how many years have the calligraphy stagnated, maybe there will be a chance to go......"