"Xiao Yang's word, it's a very casual feeling, this hard pen is really not how good it is. Zhao Zhenkai said with some regret, their generation has words like their people. If you follow what you say, Yang Yunruo is a person who has not graduated from elementary school, and the font is scattered and unorganized. Zhao Zhenkai understood many words in connection with the context, Zhao Zhenkai believed that if these words were taken out and pointed at Yang Yunruo now, he might not be able to recognize them for a while.

"You have to practice, you have to go out to visit in the future, if someone else asks you to leave Mobao, it will be a shame to take it. Zhao Zhenkai smiled.

Yang Yunruo nodded yes, he knew that his handwriting was not good, especially since he used the computer for everything, his handwriting was even more unbearable. As for saying that he can go out like Zhao Zhenkai, it is only in a dream, and he learned about Zhao Zhenkai's past from Liu Zhijun, although he is a little disdainful of this bureaucratic style, but he is also a mountain to look up.

"You said Mobao, we all know that Mr. Zhao is not only a famous poet, but also a famous calligrapher and a master of Chinese painting, is Mr. Zhao going to leave a pair of Mobao in our Yunyao today?" Liu Tao asked with a smile, Zhao Zhenkai's Mobao, Liu Tao has learned about it on the Internet, just two words, valuable.

"You" Zhao Zhenkai pointed at Liu Tao with a smile and said, "Since you said so, it seems that I can't say anything if I don't leave Mobao." Where, pen and paper?"

"This way, Mr. Zhao, please come with me. Liu Tao enthusiastically led Zhao Zhenkai towards the conference room, only the conference room has that kind of big table.

Someone in the conference room had already arranged things such as rice paper, pen and ink, paperweight, pen grid, etc., and even lit a calming sandalwood. Many people in Yun Yao are filming with their mobile phones, and it seems that this scene has a good commemorative value. Zhao Zhen smiled and groaned, and did not rush to put pen to paper, this is looking at Yang Yunruo, and Yang Yunruo is a little hairy.

Could it be that Zhao Zhen prescribed medicine to reenact one of the various magical calligraphy he saw on the earth, such as 'blind writing', 'rolling writing' and 'writing'? It is possible that the people who wrote this way back then were all known as masters, and they were all old men with sixtieth birthdays. Zhao Zhenkai meets these points. If he did this once, would he cooperate or would he just open his mouth and laugh on the spot?

"Xiao Yang, let's work together, you fill in the lyrics, and I will paint. Zhao Zhenkai said, and Yang Yunruo handed over a shallow smile.

"I don't seem to be able to. Yang Yunruo said with some embarrassment, although I learned calligraphy when I was a child, how long has it been a matter of time, although it is said that I am an art specialty student in the college entrance examination, but have you ever seen the art test paper spread on the ground, and then a few students look at the name, and when they see the pleasing one, they will use the 'mop' to click it. "I haven't written calligraphy, and if I do, it's definitely like a dog gnawing, so don't be ugly. As far as my words are concerned, they are definitely not worthy of your painting, Mr. Zhao. ”

"What does it matter, the game. Come on, come on, people who can write 'meanness is the pass of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble', can they still cower and be afraid of that?" And Liu Tao, Zhao Yinger, who was standing next to Yang Yunruo, and Yun Yao's family, were also very unkind to push Yang Yunruo out.

"I" Yang Yunruo looked at the people behind him a little speechlessly, and looked at Zhao Zhenkai, he couldn't write at all, and the words he wrote were definitely not good-looking, but they had already stood up, and it seemed too useless to go back like this.

"Give" Zhao Zhenkai dipped the pen in ink and handed it to Yang Yunruo's palm.

Death is death, it's already up, even if it's too ugly and laughed at, it's better than not daring to write. What is it? Yang Yunruo habitually tapped his head with a pen, and the ink from the tip of the pen splashed on his face under the effect of inertia.

Yang Yunruo held the pen and wrote lightly on the paper tremblingly. Because I was too hard, my hands trembled slightly, and the words were naturally written crookedly.

Zhao Zhenkai couldn't help but shake his head when he looked at Yang Yunruo's writing, but he just approached and looked at the words on the paper with a smile.

"It's written. Yang Yunruo leaned the pen against the pen grid, breathed a long sigh of relief, there were already a lot of sweat stains on his forehead, gently wiped it with his hand, and the sleeves drove the ink beads on his face and the sweat on his forehead, painting Yang Yunruo's entire face into a big cat. Seeing Yang Yunruo's embarrassed appearance, everyone couldn't help laughing, but no one reminded him.

"Xiao Yang, you really don't dare to compliment your words, but your poem is well written. Zhao Zhenkai stepped forward, lifted the brush and gently helped Yang Yunruo repair the words on the rice paper, the words that were originally gnawed by the dog were repaired by Zhao Zhenkai to be square, although it is still not too good-looking, but relatively speaking, it is much better.

"The red candle was stopped in the cave room last night, and I will worship my aunt in front of Xiaotang. Makeup asked her husband in a low voice, and the thrush was not deep or shallow. Zhao Zhenkai chanted gently, but the wording of this poem was really a little ambiguous, and many female colleagues and Mu Leyao and others were a little crimson. Everyone is not a high talent, and for a while, no one has any brain circuits to think about the true meaning of this poem, although everyone knows that Yang Yunruo's poem is definitely not as simple as writing a bride.

Zhao Zhenkai smiled and didn't explain too much. Just unfold the rice paper, splash the ink, render. A few brushstrokes, although not very luxurious and full, are vivid and vivid a bride with a hijab on the page. It's not elaborately crafted, it's more like a stick figure, but that touch of charm renders the painting as if the bride is about to come out of the paper.

"Okay, Mr. Zhao's skills have been superb, and this bride seems to be alive. Liu Tao said with a sycophant, and everyone also clapped their hands and praised it, nodding yes. Even Mu Leyao clapped her hands hard, looking like a little fan girl.

"Do you know Chinese painting?" Yang Yunruo quietly approached and asked Liu Tao. What came was a white eye thrown by Liu Tao that he realized, and Yang Yunruo laughed dryly twice. Chinese painting is almost a thing that has been cut off from inheritance, although many people are still studying. However, compared with the state of being a scholar with both hands, the current Chinese painting is obviously not as good as sketching watercolor oil painting, just like the music of the famous people, which has fallen to the corners.

"A little skill, a graffiti work, nothing good or bad. However, this painting has Xiao Yang's ladder, and it has become precious. Zhao Zhenkai's fingers gently caressed the edge of the painting, as if caressing a rare treasure.

"Mr. Zhao, don't chill me, just my few words, it's to dust this painting. Yang Yunruo said modestly with a blushing face.