The front desk pushed the door in and introduced Luo Yang and the two to the teacher.

The teacher nodded slightly, signaling that the two of them could go in.

"You go, I won't go in!"

Luo Yang said to Liu Mengruo.

Because, he has already seen that the room is a little cramped, and he is afraid that he will be depressed after entering.

"Alright then, you take a look for yourself outside and wait for me to come out. ”

After speaking, Liu Mengruo walked in by herself.

Luoyang walked around, wandering around, looking here, looking there.

Soon he came to a large room in the innermost part.

Due to its secluded location, there are not many people.

On the walls around the room, there are many calligraphy and painting works, which seem to be very bookish.

In the middle of the house, there is a rectangular table with a lot of rice paper on it.

There is a young man who is teaching calligraphy to several children.

The man was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and he wore a white suit, with a fair face and parted hair, and he looked very elegant.

Next to these children were their parents. The parents are well dressed, and they know that they are rich families at a glance.

Parents stood around the elegant man and watched quietly as he demonstrated to the children.

They did not dare to speak out at all about the demonstration of the elegant man, and they were obviously very respectful to him.

After Luo Yang entered, the people in the room only glanced at him slightly, then turned their heads around, and no one looked at him anymore.

Luo Yang felt a little bored, so he walked to the corner of the table, picked up a brush, and happened to have a piece of rice paper in front of him, so he wrote on the paper.

"Ding, the first time to write calligraphy, congratulations to the host, brush calligraphy proficiency +999, get the calligraphy master attribute. ”

With the prompt sound of the system, Luo Yang felt that the joy came a little suddenly.

He hadn't even held a brush before!

In this day and age, there are very few people who practice calligraphy.

Those parents who let their children learn brush calligraphy have the idea of training their children's artistic cells, after all, laying a good foundation from an early age, allowing them to develop, and perhaps becoming a calligrapher in the future.

Luo Yang, who has never held a brush, has become a calligraphy master.

"Give it a try!"

Thinking of this, Luo Yang picked up the pen and began to write on rice paper.

It was the first time he wrote calligraphy, but he learned how to hold the pen correctly.

Anyone who has ever written calligraphy with a brush knows that the brush is different from the pencil, and the posture of holding the pen is different. People who haven't studied it generally don't understand.

However, now Luo Yang is a master of calligraphy, and the trivial matter of holding a pen is naturally self-taught!

Seeing Luo Yang writing here, the elegant man couldn't help but raise his head and looked at Luo Yang quietly.

Although his eyes were calm, there was still a hint of unkindness.

The parents next to him also glanced at Luo Yang with strange eyes, as if asking, who is this, why didn't he listen to the professor's lecture, but fooled around there?

"This one starts like this, then it turns, and then it ends. Pay attention to the finish, the pen should be decisive, do not hesitate, and appear sharp. When writing, the word should be wide on the left and narrow on the right, so that the word is good-looking......"

Hearing the elegant man's lecture, Luo Yang's brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

No, how could a teacher tell such knowledge?

Writing hard pen words is to be wide on the left and narrow on the right, but brush calligraphy is different, can not be hard set of hard pen words.

There is something wrong with what this teacher said!

However, people are lecturing now, and Luo Yang doesn't want to interrupt them.

This seems impolite, and it seems that one is willing to speak, the other is willing to listen, and he can't offend others.

The elegant man spoke for a while, demonstrated a few words, and then said to the parents and children who were watching:

"Okay, let's demonstrate it here, let's practice it on our own, and you can ask me any questions at any time. ”

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Zhu!"

Parents bowed to the man.

Is it really a teacher?

Luo Yang couldn't help but squint his eyes, he didn't expect to meet the teacher here for class, what a coincidence.

However, it seems that the level of this teacher is not very good.

"Come, Jiaxuan, let's come here, write a few words, and let the teacher point out. ”

"Son, you also come to write, write the words that the teacher just demonstrated!"

"Good granddaughter, learn from the teacher hard, and become a calligrapher and painter in the future. ”

Several well-dressed parents spread out rice paper for their children and began to practice.

Next to him, the elegant man quietly glanced at Luo Yang, his eyes showing displeasure.

turned around and made a phone call: "Hey, Xiaofang, how did you do it, why did you casually let people into my classroom?...... Come on. ”

Quietly put down the phone and walked around casually.

A little fat man walked up to the desk next to Luo Yang, and his mother opened a piece of rice paper for him.

"Little friend, here you go. ”

Luo Yang smiled and handed the pen to the little fat man.

"Well, thank you, uncle. The little fat man said very politely and took the pen.

His mother also glanced at Luo Yang very kindly.

"No thanks, write well. Luo Yang said.

"Hmm. ”

The little fat man nodded, and then buried himself in writing with his heart.

He wrote the word "flow" of flowing water.

The little fat man wrote very seriously, and after a while, he wrote the words well.

"Mom, look, how did I write?" he asked his mother expectantly.

His mother was a young woman in her thirties, gorgeously dressed, carrying a designer bag, wearing gold and silver, and she looked like a noblewoman.

She smiled and encouraged her son: "Well, yes, son, the writing is good, it is similar to what the teacher wrote, continue to keep it up, and keep up the good work." ”

However, the young woman suddenly found that Luo Yang was staring at her son's handwriting and shook her head......

"Is there anything wrong with this gentleman?" asked the young woman.

"The child writes very seriously, and the posture of holding the pen is also correct, but the way of writing is also a little wrong. Luo Yang said.

"Oh, tell me about it?" said the young woman with a slight frown, a little confused.

"Yes, uncle, can you teach me?" Fat handed the pen to Luo Yang and pleaded.

The mother and son didn't know who Luo Yang was, and subconsciously regarded him as a teacher here, so it was natural to ask for advice.

"Okay. ”

Luo Yang took the pen in Xiaopang's hand and explained while demonstrating.

With a stroke of his pen, he wrote the words "Great Exhibition" on a piece of rice paper.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, all in one go!

The young woman looked shocked.

Although she doesn't know calligraphy, she can also see some clues.

"Looks good!"

She couldn't help but nod her head secretly. As a person who does not know calligraphy, I can only judge by my inner feelings.

Luo Yang's calligraphy calligraphy, she only felt very atmospheric and smooth, and it was not much different from those famous calligraphy and paintings hung on the wall by those rich and noble......