Holding a pen dipped in ink, Sun Changyun groaned slightly, and then shook his hand and wrote a line of words: "There is spring water in the south and north, but I see a flock of gulls coming day by day." ”

It is worthy of being a famous calligraphy and painting master in modern times, and this hand brush is vigorous and powerful, just like a dragon walking at the end, and the pen is walking a dragon and a snake. That hook, that skimming, that horizontal, that vertical, has many years of profound skills.

Even people who don't know calligraphy will think that this is a good hand!

It is even more full of a dignified taste, as if Sun Changyun has integrated the whole person's personality into the font.

As the saying goes, words represent a person, and the words you write are loose, and so is your character.

Many people applauded and were full of praise.

At this time, Sun Xuemei had already moved the flowers sent by Zhou Rui into the house.

Smelling the aroma in the cardboard box, she couldn't help but admire: "It really smells good." ”

It's just that she didn't mean to open it, so she glanced around, put the cardboard box in the corner of the house at random, and then went out to see the calligraphy on the spot.

When Sun Xuemei came out of the house, Sun Changyun just handed the pen to Zhou Rui: "It's your turn." ”

Zhou Rui was not stage frightened, took the pen and dipped it in a little ink, and raised his hand without hesitation to write: "The flower path has never been swept by guests, and the pengmen is now open for you." ”

Many people around were actually wondering whether Zhou Rui's words were really written so well. Looking at his young age, how can he compare to an old man who has been immersed in calligraphy for decades?

However, when he fell, everyone fell silent.

When Zhou Rui practiced calligraphy, there was no one to teach him, so he could only rely on the understanding of the calligraphy and write freely in the newspaper.

Because there is no one to guide him, he does not have any limitations, and he can write however he wants.

A pen, but a fusion of the strengths of all families. Among them, the most influential is naturally the penmanship of the sage Wang Xizhi.

This kind of state of mind, which is like a wild dragon, but with a little chic and uninhibited, and looks down on the sorrow of the world, makes the words he writes are completely different from Sun Changyun.

If Sun Changyun's words are like soldiers on the battlefield, they are upright and murderous. Then Zhou Rui's words are flexible, with a little bit of strength, not very conspicuous, but real.

After he finished writing, Sun Changyun didn't speak for a long time.

After a long time, he exclaimed: "Mr. Zhou's handwriting seems to have made some progress." I remember the last time I saw you write a prescription, the words still have no shape and bones, but now the wind and bones are there, and you have really entered the house! If it takes a while, I am afraid that it will be comparable to Mr. Liu Kangyong!"

Zhou Rui put down the pen with a smile and said: "Sun Lao's words have been taught by famous teachers, and they have a long history. ”

Sun Changyun doesn't like to be slapped on the back very much, because those who make a horse are not as good as him.

But if you are slapped by someone who is better than yourself, this feeling is obviously extremely cool.

He laughed and said happily: "I'm a few years older than you, so take advantage of this." Xuemei, put this painting away, and find someone to frame it in the afternoon, maybe it will be a heirloom in the future!"

Sun Xuemei answered, walked over and waited for the ink to dry, and carefully rolled up the paper.

Zhang Wenxin muttered on the side: "Isn't it just writing, what's there......"

As a result, before he finished speaking, he heard his mother Sun Xuemei exclaim.

Sun Changyun, who was going to take Zhou Rui to see a few calligraphy and paintings in his collection, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Dad, look at this table!" Sun Xuemei said with some excitement.

Sun Changyun and Zhang Wenxin, who looked curious, both walked over, looked at it, and were stunned.

I saw a line of words clearly visible on the wood-colored wooden table.

"The flower path has never been swept by guests, and the Pengmen is now open for you. ”

It was the ancient poem that Zhou Rui had just written, which was now printed on the table. Zhang Wenxin subconsciously reached out and touched it, Sun Xuemei was startled, and hurriedly wanted to stop her, but she still didn't have time.

The result was shocking that Zhang Wenxin's fingers were wiped up, but the words and ink were not smudged at all.

"Into the wood three points!" Sun Changyun exclaimed, getting closer, and the expression on his face became more excited. He rubbed the handwriting a few times, almost rubbing the veneer off the surface, but the font remained unmoved.

Legend has it that Emperor Ming of the Eastern Jin Dynasty once went to the northern suburbs of Jiankang in Kyoto to worship the god of the land, and asked the sage Wang Xizhi to write the sacrifice on the wooden board, and then sent someone to carve it.

After Wang Xizhi finished writing, the carver removed layer after layer of wood, and found that Wang Xizhi's ink had penetrated into the depths of the wooden board, and he did not see the white background until he removed three points of thickness!

The carver marveled at the strength of his pen: "It is three points into the wood!"

"Sure enough, it's three points!" Sun Changyun looked back at Zhou Rui in amazement, and suddenly showed a slightly complicated color, and said: "I just said that it will take you a while to compare to Mr. Liu Kangyong, and now look, you are already comparable!"

In fact, these words can be regarded as conservative, because even that old Mr. Liu Kangyong, it is difficult for his pen power to reach this level. may be able to come out through the paper, but it is not possible to be directly engraved on the wooden table like Zhou Rui.

What's more, Zhou Rui is still very young, and he still has some room for improvement in the future. Even if it takes a few decades to make a little progress, it will definitely surpass the aging Liu Kangyong.

Looking at the young Zhou Rui, Sun Changyun's face was very complicated.

He has been studying calligraphy and painting all his life, and he has seen too much contempt for these by the Chinese people, but he didn't expect that when he was old, he accidentally witnessed the birth of a real grandmaster!

Not only Sun Changyun was shocked, but even Zhang Wenxin next to him was full of surprise.

She has seen the allusions to the wood since she was a child, but she has always felt that it is just an exaggerated rhetorical technique of the ancients.

The pen and ink are ordinary, and no matter how strong the pen is, it is impossible to print directly into the wood with a soft brush. Besides, if the wood absorbs water, the ink will definitely smudge when it gets in.

But now, she saw this scene with her own eyes, and the surprise in her heart was beyond words.

Many people around know calligraphy and painting, and they can't help but applaud.

Zhang Wenhuo was even more excited, as if he had written this word.

After a while, Sun Changyun sighed and said to Zhou Rui: "It seems that even this table has to be kept for good preservation." ”

Zhou Rui smiled, he learned to write just to pass the time, but he didn't expect to practice so well.

But then again, before he got the Book of Ethics, his pen power would definitely not reach the point where he is now. The improvement of the body by the golden light seems to be all-round, whether it is mental power, physical strength, and even wrist strength, it is greatly enhanced.

Otherwise, how could Zhou Rui do such a miraculous thing.

Around that table, many people looked at it in amazement, and some people took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Sun Changyun didn't stop him, and happily let everyone shoot to their heart's content.

Zhou Rui is his guest, the guest is highly skilled, and his face as a host also shines.

Zhang Wenxin on the side hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but take out her mobile phone and quietly take two photos. At the same time, the face and eyes, which were younger and more beautiful than Sun Xuemei, had a trace of curiosity about Zhou Rui.

Jiang Kewen is right, a capable man like Zhou Rui is always easy to attract women's attention.

Well, even if that woman is still just a girl.

The calligraphy thing has been behind for a while, and a lot of time has passed.

Sun Changyun didn't take Zhou Rui to see the calligraphy and painting anymore, but invited him to the hotel.

There were too many people coming today, and the number was more than expected. Originally, I was going to get some food at home, but now I can't.

With so many people, even if there are enough dishes, there is no place to put them.

went to the city to charter a restaurant, Sun Changyun was very happy and toasted each other with Zhou Rui during the banquet.

Zhou Rui's alcohol consumption was not very good, and he felt a little uncomfortable after barely drinking two glasses. He doesn't like white wine very much, and red wine is better.

After eating, Sun Changyun dragged Zhou Rui home, saying that he would not let him go.

The old man is so happy today, seeing the life-saving benefactor, he got another good word, and he can't be happy.

Seeing that he was happy, Sun Xuemei and Zhang Wenhuo persuaded Zhou Rui to persuade him, hoping that he could stay.

Although Sun Changyun is famous in Luzhou, he doesn't have many friends, and his children and grandchildren don't have much time to spend with him.

Zhou Rui thought about it, and finally had to agree, anyway, he couldn't drive after drinking, so he stayed in Luzhou for one night.