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"Lu Fang, what are you doing in such a panic. ”

"Someone in the audience wrote a masterpiece just now. ”

"God's work?"

"Lu Fang, the old man has high blood pressure, don't be kidding. I've been sitting here all morning, not to mention any masterpieces, all calligraphy enthusiasts. There are also some who don't even know how to hold a brush, and you even tell me that it is a masterpiece. ”

"No, it's really a masterpiece, Mr. Jiang, you can take a look at it first. ”

As he spoke, Lu Yi handed over the work he had received.

"Lu Fang, your level of appreciation is getting more and more regressive, this work has not even entered the threshold of calligraphy, and you still say that it is a masterpiece. ”

Picking up the first one, Mr. Jiang glanced at it.

"Mr. Jiang, look at the second work. ”

"Oh, I'll see. ”

Mr. Jiang flipped to the second work: "I didn't expect that there is really one person who can write well." ”

However, this work is only a little bit of calligraphy, how can it be called a masterpiece. Oh, it was written by Jiang Wenbin. This guy I know, is still a member of our calligraphy association. However, this guy is not very good, even if he knows a little bit of calligraphy, but I think the level of calligraphy stops like this. ”

"Teacher Jiang, look down. ”

"You kid, don't you just take it out and do so many routines. ”

Although Mr. Jiang said so, he still looked down.

"Duobao Pagoda inscription. ”

At first, Mr. Jiang didn't care, but when his eyes swept away, Mr. Jiang stood up impressively.

"The word ......"

Looking at the handwriting on the work, Mr. Jiang hurriedly put the previous two works aside.

Then, with great care, he opened the work in his hand to the stone table.

"The work is mostly written with a center, and there is an obvious pause in the beginning and end of the pen. Brush to hide the front, both with the front, square and round, some horizontal strokes are more exposed, more than like the current block work head and square feet, but slightly oblique point, and participate in the implicit meaning of the pen to make it rich......;

While watching, Mr. Jiang kept commenting.

The more he evaluated, the more excited Mr. Jiang became.

The more excited he was, the more Mr. Jiang's blood pressure skyrocketed.

Looking at this word, it seems that blood pressure follows the handwriting in his hand, mighty and flowing.

When he saw the end, Mr. Jiang had already been impressed by the power of the "majestic atmosphere" revealed in the whole work, and his blood pressure also reached the highest value at this moment, and he exploded in an instant...... If you are unsteady on your feet, you will fall to the ground.

Fortunately, Lu Fang, who was on the side, saw the opportunity quickly, and helped Teacher Jiang and rushed him to the hospital.

……

"It's good here, Sister Yang Man, let's sit here and listen to music. ”

Pulling Yang Man back, walking and stopping, Mo Bai came to a quieter place.

"Well, this piano sounds so sad. ”

Some of them blushed and withdrew their hands, and Yang Man and Mo Bai sat on the stone bench.

"Most of the classical music in our country is like this, where is there such a passion and joy as pop music now. ”

However, having said that, Mo Bai likes to listen to this kind of classical music very much.

"This should be eighteen beats. ”

After listening for a while, Yang Man said.

"Sister Yang Man, you know this. ”

Mo Bai said.

"Laugh at your sister again, these are the top ten classical songs, and it's normal to know. But you haven't settled accounts with you yet. You deliberately made the words ugly. ”

Yang Man glared at Mo Bai.

"Sister Yang Man, why did you mention this again. ”

"Not to mention, you have been fooling me since I met you, and I was still saying good things for you at that time. ”

"Yes, yes, thank you Sister Yang Man. ”

"Don't come to this, I don't think you're a scholar. After reading so many books, I don't use them to do serious things, and I always think about fooling others. However, when you gave a speech just now, it was quite interesting why we should read more. ”

"Hahahaha, it's interesting, right, I'll just say, that's the good thing about reading. ”

"Okay, look at how you can say it, then tell me what the reader should say after seeing the beautiful woman. ”

When Mo Bai gave a speech before, he said a sentence about seeing a handsome guy: Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

At this time, Yang Man really wanted to hear how Mo Bai could be poetic when he saw the beauty.

"See beautiful women......"

Mo Bai scratched his head, deliberately pretending to be thinking.

"Sister Yang Man, this is more difficult. ”

"Isn't it difficult, don't you say a sentence, just think of one now. ”

"Okay, I'll think about it. ”

Saying that, Mo Bai thought for a while, then nodded, looked at Yang Man and said, "I thought of it." ”

"Tell me about it. ”

Yang Man looked deaf.

"It seems that Sister Yang Man, you are from Yanjing. ”

"Yes, I'm from Yanjing, what's wrong?"

"Not much, Sister Yang Man, listen up. ”

Looking at Yang Man, Mo Bai said slowly: "There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. One look at the city, and then look at the country. ”

Reading poems in his mouth, all of a sudden, Yang Man in front of him really had the feeling of being a beautiful woman in poetry.

This couldn't help but make Mo Bai a little moved.

"There is a beautiful woman in the north......"

Listening to the poem read out by Mo Bai, Yang Man was stunned.

She never thought that Mo Bai could really write such a good poem at once.

Moreover, this poem is too well written.

"Where there are beautiful women in the north, where are there beautiful women in the north, not to mention the city and the country. Mo Bai, I see that some of you poets write poems with great exaggeration. It's no wonder that in history, women have always been called red and bad. ”

Yang Man blushed a little and said a word of disgust.

However, although he said so, Yang Man was pounding in his heart.

There are beautiful women in the north.

Just now he asked himself where he lived, isn't Yanjing the north?

This poem must have been written by him before.

This poem can't be written for yourself.

"Let's go there and have some tea and listen carefully to the eighteen beats of Hu Ji. ”

Diverting the topic, Yang Man hurriedly walked forward.

"Okay, Sister Yang Man, wait for me. ”

Seeing Yang Man leaving, Mo Bai also patted his ass and followed.

"This tune is so sad. ”

The two came to a gazebo.

In the middle of the pavilion, a girl is playing the guqin, which is exactly the eighteen beats of the ancient song Hu Ji that the two of them just said.

"Yes, it is said that the eighteen beats of Hu Ji were written by Cai Wenji back then. Cai Wenji was a famous talented woman at that time, but she was born at the wrong time, when the national power of the Han Dynasty declined, Cai Wenji was also captured and went to the Xiongnu, and lived there for decades. Later, Cao Cao felt that the Cai family was talented, and spent countless treasures to redeem Cai Wenji from the Xiongnu. ”

Mo Bai also sighed for a while.

"This gentleman has a high opinion, and Hu Ji's eighteen beats are indeed written by Cai Wenji. It's just a pity that for thousands of years, the lyrics of this song have been lost. Fortunately, there is also music, which can also remind us of that period of history. ”

At this time, the girl playing the guqin on the side stopped and said suddenly.