Gao Na's expression was a little sluggish, and what Ye Cheng said hit her hard.

Ye Cheng couldn't help it, he looked at Gao Na's handwriting, just like a university professor watching a primary school student write, immature and naïve.

"So what should I do?"

Ye Cheng sighed, and the mistake of teaching and educating people in his heart was made again, and he couldn't help but teach.

Whether the word is good or not, the measurement standard can be summarized into three points. First, the style of calligraphy. The level of style depends on whether your words and deeds implicitly coincide with a certain thought, such as the golden mean of Confucianism, the Taoist Taoism of nature, etc. This is not only the temperament of life, but also the style of calligraphy. Generally, a person's knowledge, culture, temperament, morality, cultivation, etc. can be reflected in calligraphy. Of course, you must have a strong cultural heritage, and you can't do it without this foundation. Second, the richness of calligraphy techniques. Take Lan Tingxu as an example, the pen is no longer a simple tool in Wang Xizhi's hands, many of his words are randomly generated, none of them are the same, and the same words can be found in different scripts. Change is the source of beauty. If there is to change, there must be risk. The risks of calligraphy mainly include the risks of penmanship, chapter law, ink law, and calligraphy. One of the first things to solve is the risk of penmanship. Third, the difficulty factor of the technology. The quality of a word depends on the texture of the line, this texture, not that you can practice for thirteen years, when you write, others want to take away your brush, but you can't draw the pen, you will be on the fire. ”

Gao Na's expression was depressed, and she felt that her words had been practiced in vain for so many years.

"And how am I supposed to practice?" asked Gao Na, pursing her lips.

Ye Cheng picked up Gao Na's brush, looked at it, and said: "Return this brush, don't use the sheep's pen, use the wolf's pen instead, or use the brush of the hand, don't learn to climb, just learn to walk, and don't buy such an expensive pen, it's not worth it." ”

Ye Cheng nodded the weight of the brush, this is a high-grade brush, but it is not suitable for Gao Na.

It's ridiculous for a soldier to be on the training ground and put on a general's clothes.

Gao Na was taught by such a student who looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, and if it was to be seen by others, she would definitely find it funny and even surprised.

Gao Na had changed her inner thoughts, and the Ye Cheng in front of her was no longer her student, but her teacher.

Ye Cheng walked to the desk and said softly, "Grinding ink." ”

Gao Na immediately came back to her senses, ran to Ye Cheng's side in small steps, and gently turned on the inkstone.

Ye Cheng picked up the brush and dipped it in a little ink, like a dragonfly dotting water, but it was full.

Ye Cheng wrote a Yongzi on the paper.

"In the future, you can study this word together. Ye Cheng said.

Gao Na stared at the word on the paper, a little puzzled, and asked, "What is the meaning of this word." ”

Ye Cheng smiled at the corner of his mouth and said, "Stretch out your hand, and I will teach you the eight methods of Yongzi." ”

After speaking, Ye Cheng handed the pen to Gao Na.

Gao Na took the pen, Ye Cheng gave up some position, and Gao Na leaned over.

Ye Cheng gently held Gao Na's hand and began to move her hand to write the Yongzi on the paper.

Gao Na's heart fluttered, her cheeks flew red, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

"It's okay, it's just a child of eighteen or nineteen, I'm almost thirty, what are you afraid of!" Gao Na's heart kept turbulent.

"Horizontal and vertical hooks, dots and skimming, the strokes of the square word and the trick of the shelf structure are all reflected in the word "Yong". Generally, many calligraphers have practiced the Yongzi Eight Methods for a long time to achieve their achievements at that time. Ye Cheng said as he wrote.

This is Ye Cheng's invention of the Yongzi Eight Method, he practiced calligraphy with the Shusheng and told him the mystery of this word, but as a result, it was out of control, and Ye Cheng was crushed in talent.

After writing this Yongzi, Ye Cheng left Gao Na's hand and said, "Will it be?"

Gao Na lowered her head and whispered in response.

Ye Cheng glanced at Gao Na and found that this woman's face was ruddy, especially her heartbeat was extremely fast.

"Are you okay?" Ye Cheng said with a frown, he was a little worried about whether Gao Na was sick.

"Ahh

Gao Na turned around, immediately felt out of shape, took a step back, and put her hand on the desk.

Suddenly, Gao Na's hand flew into the air, and her whole body was about to fall.

She scrambled and accidentally touched the teacup on her desk.

Seeing that she was about to fall, Ye Cheng stepped forward with an arrow step and put his hands on her elbows, which immediately allowed her to find a support point.

However, unexpectedly, the teacup on the desk was knocked over by Gao Na, and the water in it spilled on Ye Cheng's pants.

Ye Cheng was lacking in skills, and after holding Gao Na up, he stretched out a hand to catch the teacup, and was unable to avoid the water inside, so he could only let the water spill on his pants.

After Gao Na stood firm, she quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." ”

After speaking, Gao Na hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe the water on Ye Cheng's pants.

Ye Cheng felt that something was wrong, took two steps back, then put the teacup in his hand back on the table, and then said indifferently: "It's okay, you practice calligraphy first, I'll go to the toilet." ”

After speaking, Ye Cheng glanced at the office, and there was a titanium-magnesium alloy door in the easternmost part, which should be the toilet.

When Ye Cheng was at Southwest University, he also had such an office, which was fully equipped and had a toilet in the office.

Ye Cheng pushed the door in, began to tidy up his pants, and took a few tissues to wipe them.

Gao Na's slender and white hands covered her face, and she felt a stream of heat, as if she was going crazy.

"What's the matter, am I moved?" Gao Na kept guessing in her heart.

Finally she shook her head violently, her hair swaying like water.

Gao Na took a few deep breaths to calm her mind, then put her distracting thoughts behind her, picked up the brush and began to practice the eight methods of Yongzi.

After a minute, suddenly, the door to Gao Na's office was quietly opened.

Although the voice was small, Gao Na still heard it in such a silent environment, and she had not yet been able to indulge in the realm of calligraphy.

"Director!you!, why are you here!" Gao Na exclaimed.

Ye Cheng heard it in the toilet, his ears moved slightly, and he frowned.

The person who came was Huang Fei, the director of the teaching office who took Ye Cheng to the class to report.

Huang Fei walked into the office, closed the office door, and then pressed his right hand to lock the door.

The woman's mind was extremely delicate, Gao Na immediately noticed Huang Fei's small action, and then asked with her eyes open, "What are you going to do!"

Gao Na felt an unprecedented horror, but thought to herself, this is the school, and it's daylight, this beast won't do anything!

Huang Fei laughed weirdly, and then said in a soft tone: "Nana, what can I do, I called you to come to my office yesterday, but you made me wait all night in vain, I'm afraid of what is your physical condition, isn't this here to visit you?"