Zhong Yue put a glass of white wine into his stomach and slept until dawn. I hadn't eaten anything last night, and when I woke up, my stomach was grunting with hunger. His head shook a little dazedly, and when he saw a few coarse grain steamed buns on the bedside table, he didn't care if he hadn't brushed his teeth and washed his face, so he would take a few bites to fill his stomach first.

"Where is this......" Zhong Yue tried hard to recall what happened yesterday, drinking was really a delay, and he was drunk.

Zhong Yue walked out of the guest room and saw some familiar decorations, only to slowly remember that yesterday it seemed that he followed Huang Youwei to a farm in the suburbs of Shanghai, and then drank with Huang Sanli, and then ...... And then there became.

He walked downstairs and saw Chao Chunyang sitting on a chair drinking tea, so he walked over, "Uncle Chao." ”

"Awake?"

Zhong Yue looked around, "What about the third master and Youwei?"

"They went to the doctor early in the morning. You don't know the traffic in Shanghai, wait for the morning rush hour, and then want to drive into the city, I'm afraid that you will be blocked on the viaduct. ”

Zhong Yue nodded, and recalled what Huang Sanli said yesterday, and felt that it was not easy for her to live in the world when she was playing the piano in the corner of the wall.

"I troubled you yesterday. ”

"No hassle. There was no one on the farmstead. What kind of farmhouse did the little cub do before, I thought those people in the city were too ignorant of the rules, and the quality of the noisy and noisy was low, so I didn't do it. It's quiet, by the way, I said I wanted to show my hand before, but now I'm free?"

"Do you have pen and paper here?" Zhong Yue was originally going to go back. This Huang Mikasa is gone, and it's embarrassing to stay here. However, Chao Chunyang said so, and Zhong Yue had no choice but to show his hand first.

Chao Chunyang stood up, pointed to the room next door and said, "There is it in the study." I also love to write and draw. You haven't eaten breakfast yet, have you?"

"Ate some. Coarse grain steamed buns on the bedside table. ”

"You're not a picky eater. Originally, I thought you were going to wake up hungry in the middle of the night and put it for you to fill your stomach, but it turned out to be breakfast. Chao Chunyang laughed.

Zhong Yue doesn't care anymore, when he used to live alone at the foot of Xiaohe Mountain, the cold rice from the previous day was used to cook and eat, and now this cold steamed bun is nothing. He followed into the study, and when he saw the rice paper thrown everywhere in the east and west, he couldn't help but smile, and it seemed that he was also an informal lover of calligraphy and painting.

Zhong Yue practiced calligraphy at home on weekdays, and he also didn't pay attention to these, sometimes the ink on the written rice paper was not dry, so he spread it on the ground in all directions, and he didn't clean it up, and after a long time, it became like this. If it's a Virgo plus a cleanliness person, you will definitely can't help but clean it up.

"Looks like Han Li. Zhong Yue swept over at a glance, whether it was a pure official book or a somewhat written book, Chao Chunyang's font style was flat, with a strong official book style.

In this era of openness, how the font style, there has long been no rigid rules for a board and a glance, the so-called good and bad, all depend on the individual's pen strength. Zhong Yue could see that Chao Chunyang's words were thick and powerful, and at first glance he was a veteran of studying books for decades.

"I've been writing books for a long time, so it's naturally the style of the Han Dynasty, Wei and Jin Dynasties, how can anyone go back the more they write?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Why is it gone?" Wang Ge, and that old man Qi in modern times, don't they all take that road of simplifying the complex?"

Chao Chunyang shook his head, "This Jane, I don't want to." The one you are talking about, calligraphy attainments, to put it in his heart, is not as outstanding as his appreciation of the above achievements. Focusing on the unity of strokes, this is Jane, and it is inevitable that calligraphy is too underestimated. Wait, how can you talk about it and talk about it? I want you to show your hand, not to judge other people. ”

Zhong Yue smiled, picked up the pen, and thought that today's copy of the Lanting Collection has made some progress, so he wrote: "Mountain Farmhouse." ”

Wang Xun's brushwork is characterized by the handsomeness of the wind god and the chic and fluent. This is also the basic appearance of the calligraphy style of the Langya Wang family.

"I remember you're good at lacquer books? Maybe the small block is also involved, how did you think of some lines?"

Zhong Yue put the pen aside, looked at the five words he wrote in front of him, which was also remarkable, and said: "Recently, I have been studying Wang Xun's calligraphy, and I want to study hundreds of schools and learn from others. ”

Chao Chunyang nodded and said: "There are various changes in the line, there is no need to reverse the front and pause the pen, just watched you write, but it also looks good." It's just that this pen is not very smooth. This is also a common problem of those who have always written books. If you can't do a certain amount of fluency and reasonableness, you will fall behind. ”

"You're right. This point, in fact, in the penmanship system, Wang Xun has mentioned many times, the law of the line is less, but the law is less, but it is more accurate and flexible.

Just like gymnastics, regular script is some basic movements, and the standard of judging lies in the specification of the movements, while Xingshu is free gymnastics, with high and low scores, and artistry completely lies in the difference in the degree of performance.

The change of stroke order and the number of pens are all amorphous in the book, so pay attention to a fluency, it is simple to say, and it is difficult to practice, and those who have practiced the book know it.

Suddenly, there was a scolding voice from outside the farm.

"What a bullshit miracle doctor, holding a shelf, and making an appointment half a year in advance, it's a joke. ”

Zhong Yue and Chao Chunyang walked out of the study and saw Huang Sanli with an ugly face, sitting on the sofa and talking to himself. Huang Youwei didn't have any expression on her face, holding a book and looking at it boringly.

"Third master, what's wrong?"

"When I went to see the doctor, I didn't see the doctor, and I was stopped outside the clinic by seven or eight assistants, saying that I wanted to see a doctor and had to queue up. As soon as I asked, this person only sees three patients a day, I want to wait, at most stay in Shanghai for a few more days, but I only learned after the registration is completed, and I will not be able to see it until half a year later. Tell me, in the current medical environment, half a year? If you encounter an emergency illness and seek medical treatment, can you wait?"

Zhong Yue frowned, "Clinic, how could the third master think of going to the clinic to see a doctor? ”

Huang Youwei continued to look at the book in her hand without saying a word.

"If I didn't have a reputation, I wouldn't have come here, he is the most powerful miracle doctor in East China. ”

Chao Chunyang put down the porcelain cup and said in a daze: "Zhang Heping?"

"Yes. ”

"No wonder. Chao Chunyang picked up the thermos and refilled himself with tea.

Zhong Yue had never heard of this old Chinese medicine doctor named Zhang Heping, so he asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

Chao Chunyang took a sip of hot tea, "Ha, he said a word, but he is quite famous." ”

"I only look at three people a day. Life and death are fateful, people who are destined to leave, Lord Yama named him, if he pulls it, he will lose his longevity. ”

Zhong Yue was stunned in his heart, and a term emerged.

Old God Stick!