"Who are you going to calculate?" In the study, Tang Bohu bent down and looked at what Su Mo had drawn on the paper, all of which were incomprehensible figures, and suddenly remembered the painting from yesterday, and couldn't help blurting out. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yesterday, Su Mo was drunk and lazy, and insidiously painted Xu Pengju and Tang Bohu as comrades, Xu Pengju was angry at the time, but he didn't care afterwards.

However, Tang Bohu is not good, he is the first talent in the south of the Yangtze River, and he relies on fame to eat. If such a picture is rumored, does he want to be alive?

Originally, I wanted to ask Su Mo to destroy this painting yesterday, but yesterday Su Mo ran away, and then dealt with things one after another, Tang Bohu really didn't want to bother.

If you want to say that it's just a painting, why bother to say hello to Su Mo, just tear it up yourself. The answer is no.

In this era, if you destroy other people's calligraphy and paintings in front of you without permission, especially between literati, it is definitely a slap in the face, and it is the rhythm of settling the enemy.

Therefore, early this morning, Tang Bohu rushed over first, wanting to solve this matter. I didn't think about it, but when I saw Su Mo painting again, I immediately thought about it.

It's just that he thinks of him, but Su Mo has long forgotten about his prank. Without raising his head, he continued to work on his own, and only casually replied: "Don't slander me." I'm creating a great invention, great you know......? In short, it means that I am a genius, and I use this genius to benefit others, and this must be praised, so you can just praise me, and don't worry too much about anything else. ”

Tang Bohu straightened up and looked at him strangely. Half a sigh and said, "Have you always been so shameless?

Oh my God!Su Mo was shocked, and finally raised her head and looked at him in surprise.

Tang Bohu was stunned: "What's wrong?"

Su Mo sighed: "You actually learned to use modern languages so quickly, and if you stay away from Xu Pengju in the future, you won't learn anything good." ”

Tang Bohu was angry, his mouth opened and opened, and he finally decided not to dwell on this issue. Didn't you learn something good? It seems that Xu Pengju learned these words from you. It's shameless to be a good person here now, teaching others in a dignified manner.

"What are you drawing? It looks like ....... this is a pen, how can it be so ....... so ......." Tang Bohu took the initiative to change the subject, pointed to the paper on the table and asked, but he didn't seem to know how to describe it.

Su Mo's trick did not succeed, and he was a little depressed. But soon he was happy again, and said proudly: "Yes, yes, you have this kind of vision, and you really deserve the title of talent." This is a new style of pen, which is not as good as the brush we commonly use, but it is more convenient. I invented it, how about it?" said, squinting at Tang Bohu, which means to quickly compliment me and praise me.

Tang Bohu ignored him, continued to look down at the drawings, frowned and thought about it.

Su Mo didn't succeed again, pouting and muttering, "It's really rude." Then he lay down and continued to draw.

Yesterday, Zhang Wenmo came and proposed to see off Mao Ji and others, and he needed to send some chic gifts. Su Mo pondered for a long time, originally wanted to get a calcium carbide lamp, but after thinking about it, he finally gave up.

There is really no such thing as calcium carbide in nature. Calcium carbide, also known as calcium carbide, is synthesized by chemical means. When it comes into contact with water, it dissolves and can produce acetylene gas. After being lit, the brightness far exceeds that of ordinary oil lamps and candles, which is a very rare thing.

But since there is no calcium carbide, he can only give up. Then something else came to mind: the quill pen.

But the quill he was thinking of was not the old quill pen, but an advanced version of a fountain pen.

The principle is to use a small leather bag to absorb the ink and store it, and add a wooden suit to the outside. The nib is made of goose feather rods, which is the most primitive fountain pen. And it's very ugly, very simple.

However, as he himself said, this kind of pen is more convenient than the brush commonly used today.

If you want to write a record or something, take it out, twist the cap of the pen, and press the tip of the pen with a little force, and you can write, which is very simple. The only thing that needs to be prepared in advance is to add water to the ink to a certain proportion so that it does not solidify.

Mao Ji and others are all famous people in the world, and giving such a new writing instrument not only satisfies the novelty and rarity, but also a matter of elegance, and it is the most suitable for gifts.

What he needed at the moment was to draw and mark the styles and requirements of each part, which was not big, and he must have enough to make five or six sticks in a day.

And Mao Ji and the others will not leave immediately, they have to wait for Zhang Wenmo to compile the poetry and painting collection of this literary meeting, and then compile and print it into a book. Because they are judges, the front inscription and signature are always required on the printed booklet. Therefore, Zhang Wenmo said that it is estimated that it can be done almost in one day today, and then have a banquet in the evening, and send a few people away early tomorrow morning.

After listening to the explanation, Tang Bohu showed admiration on his face, and sincerely praised: "Brother Neyan's ingenuity, if this thing is completed, it will definitely benefit thousands of readers, please accept my worship." As he spoke, he clenched his fists neatly.

When he came so seriously, Su Mo was embarrassed. The rare old face was slightly hot, and he waved his hand pretending to be indifferent: "That's very, it's just a casual mess, where are there so many flowers." ”

Tang Bohu was more serious, shook his head and said: "Otherwise, the most important thing for my generation of scholars is the four treasures of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." But I don't know how many children from poor families can't afford to use the four treasures. Brother Neyan, uh, this is a name?" he asked as he paused, pointing to the painting.

Su Mo was stunned for a moment, and was about to say that the fountain pen was about to say that there was no steel at all, which was really not a match; I couldn't help but be stunned, yes, what should this be called?

Although I don't care about this, I can't wait for Mao Ji and a few people, and I can't say that a meridian is coming, right? If that's the case, it would have been an elegant thing, and it would have lost a lot of points.

Tang Bohu saw that he was speechless for a long time, he was stunned at first, and then smiled: "Isn't it that Neyan hasn't named this yet?" If so, in my opinion, this pen is made by Brother Neyan, and how about simply calling it Su Pen? Han has Cai Lun papermaking, and now there is Neyan making pen, which is reflected before and after, and it is a good story. ”

Su Mo was stunned, muttered a few words, and then was overjoyed, nodded and said, "That's it, it's called Su Bi." After speaking, he lowered his mouth and said, "Am I a famous person in history?"

Tang Bohu was stunned, thought about it and nodded: "Forget it." ”

Su Mo was full of joy, clapped his hands and said: "In this way, I have also invented a new way of cooking meat, can't it be called Su meat? I also know that the new style of clothing can be called Su Yi; by the way, I will also make a very beautiful egg, which can be called Su Dan." Oh, in this way, wouldn't I take all the history, wouldn't it be bad? Hey, no, no, Su Dan...... This one seems familiar......"

Tang Bohu's face turned green when he heard this. Seeing that he was still thinking, he hurriedly stopped, pointed to the paper on the table, and said, "Brother Nayan, Brother Neyan, pen, Su pen! Let's get Su Pen done first." ”

Ah, Su Mo came back to his senses, smacked his lips unsatisfied, and said regretfully: "Okay, you're right, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Get the Su pen right first, and then get Su meat, Su clothes, Su eggs or something. Well, Su Dan has to be changed, I always feel that something is wrong. ”

Tang Bohu was really speechless. coughed lightly, simply didn't answer, and directly clicked on the drawing and said, "I look at this ......."

"Su Pen!" Su Mo hurriedly corrected.

Tang Bohu saw sweat on his head, gritted his teeth and reluctantly smiled: "Yes, Su Bi." This Su pen ...... What do I want to say about this Su Pen.......?"

This bastard, it's him who Burning Qin Boiled Crane is talking about. This elegant thing was messed up by him, and he forgot what he was going to say. Tang Bohu is boring.

Su Mo's eyes blinked, looking at him strangely, waiting expectantly.

Tang Bohu was so depressed by him, and he could only suppress his anger. After thinking for a while, he remembered what to say, and then pointed to the drawing and said, "I mean, should it be matched with a special font when writing with this pen? Otherwise, it will be difficult to write an ordinary font with a hard pen, and it will not be laughed at?"

Su Mo was really shocked at this time. What is a genius, this is really a genius. Just by looking at a figure, you can think of the hard pen calligraphy, this reaction, this eyesight, the end is extraordinary.

didn't say much at the moment, picked up the charcoal on the table, wrote a few lines with the hard pen calligraphy brush of later generations, and then pushed Tang Bohu forward, and said with a smile: "How?"

Tang Bohu looked down, and then his eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands and praised: "Good words, good poems, good spirit, so free and easy!"

blurted out four good words in a row, but his eyes were fixed on the paper in front of him, and he was reluctant to move half a minute. What Su Mo wrote casually just now was a seven-character quatrain.

Insist that Qingshan does not relax,

The roots are in the broken rock.

Thousands of blows are still strong,

Ren'er southeast and northwest winds.

This poem is a poem "Bamboo and Stone" by Zheng Banqiao, a famous master in the Qing Dynasty, which has been sung for hundreds of years, and it is definitely worthy of the four words of popularity.

This poem belongs to the standard poetry style, which expresses the poet's unyielding sentiment by singing about the tenacity of bamboo. The words are concise and precise, but they show a wild and uninhibited, unworldly and free and easy atmosphere.

Tang Bohu also has this factor hidden in his bones, otherwise there would be no sentence "The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it".

Such a two-to-one improvisation, coupled with the kind of angular and strong calligraphy shown by Su Mo's hard pen calligraphy in later generations, how can Tang Bohu not be applauded and obsessed with it?

Well, I accidentally plagiarized it again, Su Mo lowered his mouth and thought helplessly. To tell the truth, this time Mr. Su really didn't mean it. It was completely when I practiced calligraphy in later generations, and I was used to writing this poem, so it naturally flowed out as soon as I mentioned the pen. Unexpectedly, it caused such a warm reaction from Tang Bohu.