"Zhong Yue, what about people?"

"Professor Liu, you go back first, I still have to stay here for a few days. ”

"You really wrote "Rice Wine Post"?"

Zhong Yue didn't know how many times he answered the same question, "Yes, yes, I wrote it." Professor Liu, do you want to question me too?"

There was a hearty laugh on the other end of the line, "Okay, I won't ask." Zhong Yue, enjoy it. ”

Zhong Yue hung up the phone and threw the phone aside, "What's wrong with this......

His Weibo had exploded, and private messages were pouring in frantically, like a group of flood beasts, directly clicking on Zhong Yue's mobile phone before he opened Weibo, and he was stuck. After it was repaired, Zhong Yue could be used normally, and all kinds of problems were thrown over. Sometimes, people are really afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, and Zhong Yue wrote the so-called "Huangjiu Post" that day, just immersed in his own world, really want to say, what does it mean for him to write this "Huangjiu Post", Zhong Yue can only say......

"I don't know, it's not interesting. ”

However, there are always people who have a lot of things to do and start their own YY.

In the portals of many cultural circles, Zhong Yue's "Rice Wine Post" is popular, so they follow the trend and write articles.

"What is it that makes the calligraphy genius write the "Rice Wine Post" with grief and indignation!"

"From the "Rice Wine Post", read the resentment of the world......

"Is it a ghost or a scheming?

More and more correct articles, in response to this "Rice Wine Post" that came out of nowhere, poured into the online platform, poured into newspapers and periodicals, and poured into videos, Zhong Yue's phone has not been heard since the next morning, he has been adjusted to vibration, and he is too lazy to answer.

The questions are roughly as follows:

Did you really write it?

Why is this being written?

Have you ever written a book before?

Zhong Yue ignored these questions and inquiries.

He wrote this work without purpose, without intention, just very ordinary and casual. After writing, he went to buy an altar of Shaoxing flower carvings, and then went to worship Xu Wei to thank Xu Wei for teaching painting.

As for the doubts that some people in the outside world think that Zhong Yue's work "worship Shanyin Xu Wenchang" is too contrived, and there is no reason to mention wine to worship an ancient, Zhong Yue does not want to explain. They didn't understand why Zhong Yue wrote such a work.

Writing without intention is often the essence of calligraphy. This is the meaning of the existence of "Rice Wine Post".

If Zhong Yue is asked to copy this work of his own, it may be like Wang Xizhi can't copy his own "Lanting Collection Preface", and he can't copy "Huangjiu Post" anymore, because this matter has passed, but from the perspective of calligraphy to restore the work, the taste has changed.

Zhong Yue arrived on the streets of Guyangzhou, and Jin Nongzhen sat in front of the bookstall selling calligraphy and paintings.

"Mr. Winter Heart, am I wrong for doing this?"

Jin Nong shook his head and said, "Do you think there is a standard for right and wrong in calligraphy?"

"I mean, it's the attitude towards the work. ”

Of course, there is no right or wrong in calligraphy, even if he saw Shi Xiang at the beginning, he insisted that his "ugly calligraphy" was calligraphy, Zhong Yue could only despise him in behavior and language, and there was no law that could stop Shi Dashi's "art".

"Look at the calligraphy and paintings on my stall, how do they compare with your "Rice Wine Post"?"

"I don't understand what you mean, sir. ”

Jin Nong looked at ease with the old god, "Don't be embarrassed, but it's okay to say it." ”

Zhong Yue looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the bookstall and said: "In terms of appearance, sir, these works of yours are more like a painting and calligraphy work, but in terms of brushwork and chapter method, I think it is still my small character that is wonderful." ”

Zhong Yue didn't say better, but used the word "wonderful". By chance, he was not in a normal state, but he thought about it that day, and he really wanted to go, and then he wrote such a paragraph.

Jin Nong smiled: "You are quite immodest. Yes, these calligraphy and paintings are indeed not as good as your "Rice Wine Post", but you have to understand that the old man is used to sell money, so whether it is a couplet or a four-strip screen, it is all deliberate, you can't say, just write some vernacular, the customer is not illiterate, he can understand what is written, so in terms of the value of selling a small amount of money, your "Rice Wine Post" is worthless. ”

Zhong Yue nodded.

"But you can sell a lot of money, of course, I am talking to the laity, you and I are not the kind of people who are so noble that they don't eat grains, make a living, and rely on a pen in their hands, so as long as you have your insistence, then it doesn't matter what you write, just do what you want. ”

"Thank you, sir, for your advice. ”

"It's just Zhong Yue, can you cross the threshold you have set? ”

That's it, it's just four words, it seems indifferent, but there are many people in the world, even this "that's it", their whole life, can't do it!

"Sir, I'll try!"

Jin Nong smiled slightly, "With this perseverance, your vision is not limited to the square paper. ”

"Booksmith and bookmaker, this is the difference that you taught me from the beginning, sir. ”

"Good!"

……

……

The yacht on the Huangpu River has become the most stinging wind on the old Bund in the dead of winter.

On the riverside Bund, there is no shortage of travelers at all times, looking at the white yachts on the river, envying that one day, you can also sit on it and drink coffee.

The people on the yacht regarded the riverbank as a landscape. Mu Tianyun sat in the empty yacht, looking at his younger brother on the side, who was writing a book, shaking the wine glass in one hand and holding the cheeks in the other, looking at the silhouette of his younger brother with confused eyes.

"Sister, I can't copy it. ”

Mu Tianyun's mind was wandering, and when he heard the call, he came back to his senses, "It's really useless, I've been studying with Wang Ge for almost five years, and I can't copy a single work." I can't write a book, so I'll write it. ”

"I can't ......"

Mu Zilan and the young master of the Cao family, Cao Xilan's names are all the same Lan character in the end, this is not a coincidence, but the two were born in the same year, the same month, and the same day......

Seeing his younger brother weakly saying the words "I can't do it", Mu Tianyun shook his head and sighed. Her personality follows her father, but she is pampered, and Mu Zilan, who has been a treasure in her palm since she was a child, follows her mother, and her personality is a little weak.

"Cut. This person doesn't make sense to use a pen, and it's not that I'm bad. ”

Mu Tianyun wants to find her father's shadow from her younger brother, calligraphy used to be her in the study, the longest time with her father, the most memorable, but a car accident, so that she was completely separated from her parents, seeing her little brother pulled with one hand, Mu Tianyun was like a mother ** Mu Zilan's soft hair.

"Don't touch my head like a dog, sister!"

Mu Tianyun burst out laughing, "Lan Lan, you don't have the ability of any family, so you say that what others write is unreasonable, then if my sister hands over the group to you in the future, you can't do it to others, do you still want to say that others are unreasonable?"

Mu Zilan drank orange juice, "His penmanship is unreasonable, and it wasn't what I said, what the master said." ”

"Oh, what did he say?"

Mu Zilan recalled the words she overheard that night, learned Wang Ge's tone, and said, "Ahem." This word is written without reason!Alas...... Zhong Buqi, you don't make sense!"

Mu Qianyun's teeth touched the red wine glass.

Bell not a device?

"This name, it's really ugly......"

Mu Zilan smiled, "Sister, have you never disliked people's ugly names?"

Mu Tianyun glanced at the little brother who had something to say in his words, "You also want me to dislike you?" She thought Zhong Yue's words were ugly, but in fact, she told Wang Ge that this post didn't make sense.

"Cao Xilan, that idiot, I met me today, and I happened to come to find Master. ”

Mu Tianyun rubbed his temples, "How many times have I told you, in my place, don't open your mouth and close your mouth to call Master, I am upset when I hear it." ”

"Huh. Mu Zilan leaned aside and smelled the unique perfume smell of her sister, "Do you want to ......?"

"Get out. ”

"Cut. Mu Zilan took the "Rice Wine Post" and crossed Erlang's legs, "But this person is really interesting, sister, do you want to talk to him?"

Mu Tianyun took a sip of red wine, "Then talk to him." ”