Some people are born with an aura that is hard to ignore, especially when they are serious about something. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This aura is so contagious that it seems to be able to put people in the middle of it.

Nie Yao was like this at this time.

The way she holds the pen, the swing of her wrists, the straightness of her back, and even the slight fluctuations in her face make it seem like a calligraphy performance.

It's not just about writing calligraphy, it's evolving into a kind of enjoyment and performance.

The person who writes is engrossed in it, and the person who reads it is fully engaged, and his eyes seem to move with the tip of a flying pen.

Nie Yao, who has practiced calligraphy for more than ten years, especially in the environment of the Great Yan Dynasty, has a completely different feeling from practicing calligraphy in modern times.

This is determined by the social environment.

In today's China, it is inevitable that the social atmosphere is impetuous and radical, and even children who are talented in calligraphy may not be able to spend more than ten years immersed in practicing calligraphy.

It is precisely because of this that Nie Yao's concise momentum when writing is even more rare and surprising.

Shi Ruiyuan, who boasts of writing calligraphy for decades, may not have Nie Yao's "natural" aura when he practices calligraphy.

Several professors are all authorities in calligraphy, and their eyes are very vicious, and from the moment Nie Yao put down the pen, Shi Ruiyuan and Chang Kun completely abandoned the disdain in their hearts.

Then, with the deepening of Nie Yao's penmanship, the two of them forgot to drink the tea in their hands, so they sat on the seat and watched Nie Yao write calligraphy in a daze.

It wasn't until Nie Yao stopped writing that the two of them came back to their senses from their apprehension.

The two looked at each other in disbelief, and both saw shock and disbelief in each other's eyes.

When Nie Yao changed the brush to write the second character, Shi Ruiyuan shook his head with a wry smile and leaned over to Huang Yuanjiu's side and asked, "Teacher Huang, where did you find this baby, this ...... This is too wicked......"

Huang Yuanjiu was in a good mood, and now, these two old guys could understand the mood she felt when she saw Nie Yao's calligraphy.

He snorted twice, "It's not what I was looking for, isn't there still Lu Lao!"

Shi Ruiyuan didn't believe it at all, Lu Lao?

The high-ranking Lu Lao will not pay attention to a child who is not yet an adult, and this Huang Yuanjiu does not make drafts when he speaks.

"Brother Huang, to Brother Huang, is it a little unbearable for you to still say such things?"

Huang Yuanjiu smiled bitterly, these old guys in the Huaxia Calligraphy Association have become fine, and he can't say a word to fool him.

Huang Yuanjiu immediately surrendered and said truthfully: "Old Mr. Ouyang and Old Lu mentioned it." ”

Hearing Ouyang Shi's name, Shi Ruiyuan and Chang Kun believed it for seven or eight points.

Ouyang Shi did not join the Huaxia Calligraphy Association for some reason, but he was a special advisor of the Huaxia Calligraphy Association, and he had a good relationship with Lu Lao in private, so it would not be surprising if he recommended it.

can pass the test of Mr. Ouyang and Mr. Lu's eyes, and this little chubby girl has absolutely no problem passing the audit.

The two professors had mixed feelings in their hearts.

There was a demon in the Lu family at the beginning, and it hasn't been many years since there was another one?

Don't let ordinary people live?

When Nie Yao wrote the third word, his right hand holding the pen suddenly paused.

She stopped what she was doing, and Huo Ran looked up in one direction.

At this glance, her dark eyes narrowed.

When was there one more person in the corner of the spacious antechamber, and it was a young man!

The man sat on a carved wooden chair in the corner, with a steaming cup of tea in his hand.

He has a slender figure, a black shirt that outlines his perfect figure well, fine black hair, angular and delicate facial features, especially those eyes, looking at her with inexplicable emotions.

Nie Yao's five senses are sensitive, and she is very sensitive to her eyes, Xu is because she has been honed for many years in her previous life, and she has a keen insight that is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

Subconsciously, she didn't like the look in the young man's eyes in the corner.

His eyes were like those of a lion staring at his long-coveted food.

Although Nie Yao hated the man's eyes, she was sure that she hadn't seen him, so after the two looked at each other for a few seconds, Nie Yao lowered her head again and continued to write.

Huang Yuanjiu turned his head and found a young man sitting quietly in the corner not far away, he was slightly startled, and after informing the two professors around him, he walked over quickly.

Coming to Lu Zecheng's side, Huang Yuanjiu whispered: "Lu Shao, why are you here now, are you still in the habit of drinking tea here?"

Before, Lu Zecheng told Huang Yuanjiu to come over in the afternoon.

The corners of Lu Zecheng's mouth had a slight arc, "Teacher Huang doesn't have to worry about me, just go over and review it, and I'll have dinner with you at noon." ”

Huang Yuanjiu heard him say this, nodded, and went back.

Lu Zecheng's sharp and deep gaze fell on Nie Yao again.

He tilted his body slightly, adjusted a more comfortable position, rested his right hand on the coffee table, and tilted his head slightly to look at the fat girl in the distance.

At this point, he gradually fell into the memory.

The nightmare that haunted him almost every night had been around since he was twenty years old.

The woman who appeared in the dream was wearing a bright yellow palace dress, with a myriad of manners and power.

She stood at the pinnacle of power, sat on the highest throne, and accepted the worship of her courtiers, and the twelve-beaded curtain on the golden crown swayed slightly, but could not hide her indifferent and lonely eyes.

Every time he thought of this look, Lu Zecheng felt extremely depressed in his heart.