The Department of History of Beijing University is the most famous history department in the country, and it can be described as the Taishan Beidou of the history discipline.

As a doctoral supervisor in the Department of History of Beijing University, Professor Zuo Qingming has a pivotal position in the country.

When Han Jun took Tang Ding and knocked on the door of Professor Zuo Qingming's office.

In fact, it wasn't a knock, but Han Jun knocked on the door, and the door shouted "Please come in", the door was half-hidden, and Han Jun came in directly with Tang Ding.

Professor Zuo Qingming's office is quite large, but the furnishings are very simple, and the only feature is that there are many books. Bookshelves and books occupy the most important place in Professor Zuo's office.

However, when Han Jun and Tang Ding arrived, there happened to be someone in Professor Zuo's room.

Professor Zuo did not greet Han Jun and Tang Ding, but was splashing ink on the desk of a pile of books. Opposite Professor Zuo stood a middle-aged man with glasses, who was intently reading Professor Zuo's book on rice paper.

Tang Ding crossed the stack of books on Professor Zuo's desk and saw Professor Zuo writing.

Professor Zuo's words are handsome, free and easy, and in one go, like Professor Zuo's people, he is full of the bookish atmosphere of intellectuals.

"Teacher, good words, the hidden edge is slightly exposed, the front is also subtle, the hanging needle is on the side, or curved or straight, the press is clear, and the silk is strong. Good words, good words!"

The middle-aged man did not hesitate to praise his words.

Professor Zuo listened to the middle-aged man's praise, and he smiled slightly, "Zhan Qing, you, you, I'm embarrassed to praise myself, it's too exaggerated, it's too exaggerated." ”

"No exaggeration, no exaggeration, really, really, the teacher's words are the only ones I have ever seen in my life. Minister Jiang just likes your words. The middle-aged man named Zhan Qing should have said yes.

"To be honest, I'm not happy with my words, I always feel that something is missing, but I can't say what I'm missing. I've also seen the characters of the great calligrapher Shu Hai, which are more effective in scaling than me, and I have tried to imitate his characters, but I always seem to feel that something is missing. ”

"The teacher is too humble. ”

Professor Zuo waved his hand, indicating that he was not too modest.

"Professor Zuo's handwriting is no problem, but the difference is not in the skill, but the lack of a natural charm. ”

Tang Ding's interjection shocked Han Jun on the side, she didn't expect Tang Ding to dare to speak in this situation, and it was Professor Zuo's words that he was appraising.

Professor Zuo is a well-known scholar at Kyoto University, a visiting research professor at the Kyoto Museum, and a famous calligrapher.

Including Zhan Qing, who is here today, is a student of Professor Zuo, but now he works in the Ministry of Culture. Today, Zhan Qing came because the leader was celebrating his birthday, and he specially came to ask Professor Zuo for words.

Zhan Qing's leader once said that he liked Professor Zuo's words very much, so Zhan Qing listened to it in his heart, and this time Zhan Qing specially came to the teacher to ask for words.

But there was a young man who looked like a student, and he dared to question the teacher's words in person, which made Zhan Qing very annoyed, he looked Tang Ding up and down, "It's nonsense, do you know words? Do you know calligraphy?"

Unlike Zhan Qing's anger, Professor Zuo did not get angry, but showed a thoughtful appearance.

Zhan Qing continued to question Tang Ding, "Are you a student of Beijing University?

In Zhan Qing's heart, Tang Ding dared to speak like this, he was definitely not an ordinary undergraduate, because they didn't have the courage to face Professor Zuo, so according to Zhan Qing's estimate, Tang Ding should be a graduate student, because he looked like he was old.

However, Zhan Qing's words were stopped by Professor Zuo, who looked at Tang Ding and asked in a calm tone, "I don't know what charm you think my words are missing?"

Tang Ding listened to Professor Zuo's inquiry, and just as he was about to speak, Han Jun next to him pulled his clothes and signaled him not to talk nonsense.

"The marks of the axe chisel are too obvious, and there is nothing of its own. ”

Tang Ding's words were a bit heavy, heavier than the lack of natural charm just now, but Professor Zuo was not angry, and continued to ask, "Axe chisel?"

"Yes, axe chisel, Professor Zuo must have copied a lot of people's calligraphy, right? But calligraphy was originally copying, but in order to become calligraphy, everyone must have their own things. ”

Tang Ding's understanding of calligraphy is not what it used to be, since he entered Shu Lao's door, although Tang Ding did not have much time to study with Shu Lao, but since Shu Lao moved to Yancheng and lived in another courtyard, Tang Ding often listened to Shu Lao's teachings, and when Shu Lao taught Wanjun, Tang Ding sometimes listened quietly on the side, so, for calligraphy, Tang Ding was not Wuxia Ameng.

Tang Ding's words made Zhan Qing very angry, because Tang Ding's tone was too polite, as if he was a calligrapher, if this was changed to the great calligrapher Shu Hai, it would be reasonable, but you, I'm afraid it's still far away.

But Professor Zuo was not angry, he nodded and said, "Yes, I have indeed copied many people's words, and I also feel that I have copied too much, and I seem to have lost myself, but how can I find something that belongs to me?"

Wang Xizhi also admitted that if he had changed places and environments, he would not have been able to write the words at that time. By the way, has Professor Zuo ever seen a horse race?"

"Horse racing?" Professor Zuo said in surprise.

"Yes, horse racing. Fix the horse in the track, although the horse racing is fast, but the running is the same, but put the horse on the vast prairie, the horse will run unrestrained and unrestrained. The loose horses came into the air and disappeared from the dust. The dragon flies into the sky, circulating and moving, from nothingness, and returns to the void. ”

"Emptiness, emptiness?" Professor Zuo immediately grasped the point of Tang Ding's sentence.

Emptiness, emptiness, in fact, is to speak of unrestrainedness. I have copied other people's words all my life, Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, Zhang Xu's cursive writing, Yan Zhenqing's Yan style, Liu Gongquan's Liu style, and even practiced thin gold body, but this young man is right, he imitates too much, too much is limited to the frame he gives himself, but he has lost his unbridled freedom.

Everyone saw that Professor Zuo was thinking, and even the angry Zhan Qing didn't dare to disturb.

However, Tang Ding only felt that Han Jun next to him was pulling the hem of his clothes, Tang Ding turned his head to look at Han Jun, and Han Jun showed a nervous look on his face.

In fact, Han Jun didn't expect that he would temporarily bring Tang Ding to find Zuo Lao, and it would become the current situation.

Han Jun, a top student who studies psychology, can't see through Tang Ding, and has a sense of mystery about Tang Ding, so she wants to have more contact with Tang Ding, so as to see Tang Ding's psychology clearly.

Originally, it was interesting enough for Han Jun to lead Tang Ding to Professor Zuo's door, there was no need to knock on the door by himself, let alone bring Tang Ding in with him, but it was too late to say anything now.

Han Jun was thinking, if he provoked Professor Zuo to get angry, would his quota for inspection and stay in school be variable?