Han Chenglin also stared, and then began to write carefully.

Only Lin Tian looked at it, bit the tip of the pen, and didn't start the pen for a long time! Lin Tian knew the style of Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, the pen was plump and majestic, the bones were strong, and the body was generous and magnificent, so when he put down the pen, the shape was arduous, and it was definitely the best.

Lin Tian found in his mind under what circumstances Yan Zhenqing would write this pair.

Sadness, happiness, or something else.

The content presented on the notebook seems to be the content of the note.

It's a very common piece of note.

Just as Lin Tian was still watching, Luo Fei suddenly said, "Teachers, I have already written. ”

Luo Fei wrote the book on the white paper, and the calligraphy is also very beautiful, if you don't look carefully, you will really think that it was written by Yan Zhenqing. The teachers who read the book post all smiled and said, "It's well written." ”

Qin Tianzheng also looked at it, and there was a little smile on his face, although the calligraphy written by Luo Fei did not have the charm of the original Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, but the form was at least nine points close. This is not easy for a person of Luo Fei's age to be able to do this.

"Luo Fei, you must not be proud, and you must continue to work hard. ”

Curator Wu looked at it and said, "It's not bad, it's not bad." Lao Qin, your tall feet are really powerful. ”

Professor Jin took a step forward and did not hesitate to praise, Luo Fei felt so cool in his heart! ”

"Luo Fei, if you want to work in the museum in the future, I can recommend you. Curator Wu said directly.

City A Museum can be said to be one of the best collections in the country, but anyone who studies archaeology wants to work and study in it.

Luo Fei had a smile on his face, so happy in his heart that he forgot to say thank you for a while.

Qin Tianzheng quickly reminded and said, "Luo Fei, don't thank you Director Wu yet. ”

Luo Fei hurriedly responded and said thank you, and Director Wu smiled and said, it should be.

After Luo Fei finished speaking, he looked at Lin Tian again, and found that Lin Tian hadn't put down the pen yet, biting the tip of the pen, like a fool, it didn't look like he could write at all, Luo Fei couldn't help but think in his heart, this guy shouldn't be able to write with a brush, looking at it like this, it seems that he really can't write.

Luo Fei felt comfortable, he wrote a good hand, in fact, what he was best at was not Yan Zhenqing, what he was best at should be Wang Xizhi's, if he could imitate Wang Xizhi's words, he would definitely step on Lin Tian's head and step Lin Tian into the dust.

Qin Tianzheng glanced at Lin Tian and said, "Little friend, why don't you put pen to paper for a long time?"

Lin Tian smiled and did not answer.

Qin Tianzheng was also stunned for a few seconds, and had doubts in his heart, it was not that Lin Tian Xiaoyou was not good at calligraphy, but seeing that Lin Tian had not given up, he didn't say anything.

At this time, everyone's attention shifted to Han Chenglin, Han Chenglin wrote seriously at this time, stroke by stroke, striving for perfection, and looked up at Yan Zhenqing's book from time to time, about ten minutes later, Han Chenglin also finished writing.

The crowd came forward to see.

Qin Tianzheng glanced at it and said, "Cheng Lin's character is also written well, it has both god and form!"

Luo Fei's heart sank, did he want to lose to Han Chenglin?

However, Professor Jin changed his words and said: "Old Qin, don't praise him, this handwriting is okay, but it is still a little worse than your high-footed Luo Fei." ”

Qin Tianzheng did not admit it directly. Just smiled.

Director Wu looked at it at this time and said: "Shen Yun has five points and eight points in form, but it's still a little bit worse, a little worse than Luo Fei, but I've heard that Lao Jin, what your master disciple is best at is not calligraphy, and the field you are not good at can still be written like this, it's really not simple!"

Han Chenglin made an ancient salute and said, "Thank you for the teacher's praise, Brother Luo Fei's words are written to make me sigh!" Although he said this, Han Chenglin was still unwilling in his heart. I swore in my heart that I must practice hard after I go back and overpower Luo Fei.

Luo Fei heard the comments of the teachers, and his heart was also a little stable, it seems that he has won the first place in calligraphy.

No one can stand in his way.

In fact, Luo Fei and Han Chenglin subconsciously didn't take Lin Tian in their eyes, a wild fox like Lin Tian didn't have any real talent, nor was he from a professional class, plus no one knew him at all. So no matter what, I think. Lin Tian is not a climate, and it cannot create any threat.

"Lin Tian Xiaoyou, are you still writing?"

Curator Wu asked. When Director Wu asked, he asked with a pleasant face, without the slightest intention of looking down on Lin Tian.

Luo Fei couldn't help but say at this time: "Classmate Lin Tianxiao, if you are not good at it. If you don't know how to write, it's okay if you don't write, let's go straight to the next item, maybe it's what you're good at?"

The corners of Han Chenglin's mouth were slightly upturned, and he didn't say anything, but there was a look of contempt in his eyes.

Lin Tian smiled. Say write now.

A picture appeared in his mind at this time, Yan Zhenqing was standing in the courtyard, with a blank piece of paper in front of the table, and a pot of wine next to it, Yan Zhenqing took a sip of wine, and was in a more cheerful mood. Picked up the pen and wrote this book with enthusiasm, Yan Zhenqing has had ups and downs in his life, it is rare to have a calm and cheerful time, and he has also had a military career, so he is writing. Very powerful.

Lin Tian closed his eyes and memorized the contents of the bookpost in his mind.

In the next second, he started writing quickly, Lin Tian was reluctant to go to school when he was a child, but he had a soft spot for calligraphy, and Lin Tian grew up in the mountains. When he was very young, he followed an old guy and learned a lot of skills, until he was later sent out to study, Lin Tian was not interested at all, and felt trapped in the classroom every day. It didn't mean anything, so I went abroad to practice.

When everyone saw Lin Tian start writing, they all stared at Lin Tian.

Luo Fei sneered in his heart, waiting for Lin Tian to write a hand-to-hand word, and then laughed at everyone. Han Chenglin also looked down on Lin Tian, looking at Lin Tian's appearance. Can you write something.

Qin Tianzheng was even thinking in his heart, no matter what Lin Tian wrote, he would have to praise him a few words, he was still young, and he couldn't be hit too hard, plus Lin Tian's little friend. Probably not good at booking at all.

He had already thought about waiting for the words to comfort Lin Tian in his heart.

The rest of the people, seeing that Lin Tian couldn't eat and write, had different thoughts, but they were all not optimistic about Lin Tian.

But in the next second, their complexions all changed, and they saw Lin Tian's pen snake swimming, writing vigorously, in one go, without pausing at all, they copied Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, and even Lin Tianli wrote heartily through the back of the paper.

All of them were dumbfounded. The onlookers were also stunned, they didn't expect Lin Tiandu to write such a word. I really never expected that the words printed on the paper at this time would seem to glow. It attracted everyone's attention.

Before the ink was dry, Curator Wu couldn't help but pick up the book and look at it.

Yan Zhenqing has left a lot of calligraphy in his life, all of which are very brilliant. But Curator Wu loves this one alone, so he also tries to imitate it constantly, but he always feels a little bit worse, but now he sees Lin Tian's imitation of the book.

He suddenly seemed to be enlightened, and he immediately understood that what he lacked was Lin Tian's feeling.

This is a feeling of both form and spirit. It's so enjoyable that he finds it enjoyable to watch from the sidelines.

A few old guys quickly gathered around and watched.

Luo Fei muttered in his mouth, how could it be possible, how could this soil bun be written by a high school student. He must have been mistaken just now, and he rubbed his eyes with his hands, but looking at the teachers, he carefully held Lin Tian's ink treasure, treating it as a treasure.

Luo Fei felt like he had been slapped in the face.

Curator Wu was the first to sigh and said, "Good words, really good words!"

"Yes! It's really a good word, and it's very well imitated. ”

"It can really be confusing the real with the fake, if Yan Zhenqing is alive, I'm afraid he will be surprised!"

"Little friend, how did you do it?" Qin Tianzheng's heart made waves, he admired Lin Tian even more, he couldn't imagine that Lin Tian could do this, he was worried that Lin Tian would not be able to do it before, and he also arranged some words about Lin Tian who was ready to pretend to praise, but now he didn't need it at all.

Lin Tian laughed and said, "No, just write it." ”

After saying this, everyone almost vomited blood, is this a casual writing? and crushed the multitude.

Others have practiced for decades, but they may not have as much weight as his casual writing.

Luo Fei's cheeks were hot, and Han Chenglin also looked at Lin Tian at this time, and found that this young man was a little interesting.

Lin Tian didn't say anything.

"Little friend, can you give me this calligraphy?" said Director Wu.

Lin Tian said: "If you don't dislike it, teacher, you can." ”

Curator Wu hurriedly thanked him and said, "Little friend." Would you like to come to our museum and become a teacher? ”

"Teacher?" Luo Fei muttered.

When Curator Wu looked for him just now, he just let him go in to study and work, and now let Lin Tian go directly to be a teacher, this is simply a world of different treatment, calling Lin Tian a teacher means that he recognizes Lin Tian's level of being a teacher.

Curator Wu can be said to be the master of the domestic archaeological community, and his status is even higher than that of Qin Tianzheng.

What did he mean when he spoke, which meant that Lin Tian was likely to enter the national archaeological team in the future, and he would be important and reach the pinnacle of his life.

Han Chenglin didn't expect that Curator Wu would actually throw such an olive branch to Lin Tian, and he was a little jealous for a while, wouldn't he write plagiarism and plagiarize other words?

He had already despised copying as plagiarism in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it to his face.

Curator Wu looked at Lin Tian with expectant eyes, expecting Lin Tian to give him an answer.

At this time, another person also spoke: "Recently, we have a fragment of Wang Xizhi, how about you to help repair it?" said a woman, also about seventy years old. She is also a champion in the field of archaeology, and has repaired Chinese paintings in the past.

At this time, all the people were staring at Lin Tian, waiting for Lin Tian to say the following.

But the young man in front of him chuckled lightly and made a decision that surprised everyone!

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