Yan Zhenqing's book "Manuscript for the Sacrifice of Nephews", which is the mourning pain of the new funeral of the nephew and the white-haired person sending the black-haired person.

Wang Xi's book "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface", that is when drinking wine and writing poems, when the interest is strong.

Subsequently, Zhang Xu's "Belly Pain Sticker" and Huaisu's "Bitter Bamboo Shoot Sticker" are all just a few words like a daily narrative, maybe they themselves don't know that the more than ten or two crosses they wrote casually will become a generation of famous posts, this is the charm of calligraphy, and the magic hand is even good!

The two crosses written by Zhong Yue, plus the inscription, are a total of twenty-two characters, and even the inscription does not want to write any age and age. Today's inscription, most of them can reach a few crosses, and Zhong Yue's inscription is simply the word "Zhong Yue", and even it is no longer strictly in the sense of the line, between the grass.

Xingshu, there is no very strict division, subdivided into line and line, that is also a broad sense of the distribution of scribbled handwriting, there is no such difference in itself, a work, there can be a bias to the cursive script font, can also be biased towards the regular script of the correct penmanship, all depending on the author's mood at the time.

The twenty words written by Zhong Yue only occupy a small space, as if this was not created for the sake of creation, just like a sticky note written down casually when he had something to leave, telling others what he was doing, so at the end of the writing, a trace of hasty scribbling could be seen on the penmanship.

Scribbling does not mean that it is not good, the shape is scattered and the penmanship is condensed, this is calligraphy.

The people who presided over the East China Division were probably respected people from the Xiling Printing Society and several provincial calligraphy associations. The calligraphy atmosphere in the south, in the Ming and Qing dynasties, Wumen Xiaokai, Yunjian calligraphy, Huating calligraphy, the world's people who can write and paint, seven out of ten in the south of the Yangtze River!

Even in modern times, the Lingnan School of Calligraphy and the Xiling School of Calligraphy are giants of the Southern School, and the Southern School and the Northern School promote each other at the same time.

However, now, compared with the environment and talents, calligraphy is far less active in the south than in the north, which has also become a pain in the hearts of these people of the Xiling School of calligraphy.

The general trend has gone, and the very people can save the day!

An old man in rag shoes and a navy blue tunic, he was over the age of antiquity, holding a pen and looking thoughtful.

"Old Zhao, what are you doing here?"

The old man's surname is Zhao, Zhao Yongsheng. The previous president of Xiling Printing Society, and now the honorary president. He enjoys a certain reputation in the domestic calligraphy circle, and some people in the calligraphy circle are even more respectfully called "South Zhao and North Jiang".

Southern Zhao is Zhao Yongsheng, and as for Northern Jiang, he is the master of stele who was contacted by Yunhui by phone at the beginning, and he also has a deep understanding of lacquer books.

Zhao Yongsheng did not answer the words of the person behind him, but continued to think about this work. This work written on the bucket side looks more like a calligraphy left by the person who wrote the book.

Dou Fang is a common style in calligraphy and painting, usually a four-foot big Xuan pair cut into two parts, two feet long and two feet wide square size, called the big bucket square, and then cut the big bucket square into a square of one foot square, called the sketch Dou Fang, that is, the style of the work in front of Zhao Yongsheng.

Zhao Yongsheng's brows were twisted together, and when he saw this work, he didn't take his eyes off it.

"I heard that Shaoxing rice wine is good. ”

Seven characters in a column, the font is delicate, it can be seen that this person's skills are very solid, especially through the back of the paper, must be a person with good penmanship.

"Teacher Zhao!"

Zhao Yongsheng was interrupted from his thoughts, turned his head and said with some emotion: "What are you doing?"

Seeing that Zhao Yongsheng, who had always been approachable, had some boredom in his tone, he stammered a little and said: "Oh, there is one less work, isn't it ......?"

"Wait. Zhao Yongsheng turned his head.

The man glanced at it and looked at Zhao Yongsheng with some surprise that he was actually copying this student work with a pen!

Zhong Yue's calligraphy pen, under the teacher of Langya Wang, coupled with the copy of the authentic jade slip of the book saint Wang Xizhi, now the pen is like the touch of ghosts and gods.

"What is this about?" the man glanced at the contents, "nondescript, limerick, or pun?"

Zhao Yongsheng's pen paused on the paper, and suddenly turned around and shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

The man was taken aback, what did that mean? Not only was he taken aback, but many of the people behind him who were sorting out the entries were taken aback and came over one after another.

"Old Zhao, what's going on?"

Zhao Yongsheng took the pen and sighed, "The old man is impulsive, don't blame." ”

"Ahh......h It's okay, Mr. Zhao......"

Zhao Yongsheng continued to copy at the desk.

"Why is this one used?"

"Wonderful!"

"I see!

"It's wonderful that it hasn't exceeded the law!"

Zhao Yongsheng seemed to be immersed in his own world, and he didn't estimate the strange eyes of the people around him. Zhao Yongsheng has copied this "Rice Wine Post" no less than three or four times.

"Wait for me to bring two catties of wine."

It seems that he is ready to go, Zhao Yongsheng obviously feels that the person who uses the pen has a little impatient, the pen is like a whirlwind of rain, flying and circling, although it is impermanent, but the law is available.

The best thing is that he can't understand the last seven words, the gesture suddenly becomes thicker, and he uses a thin pen with dry ink. Although the thickness of the strokes does not change much, it has the characteristics of simplicity and clarity, which enhances the feeling of sparse knots, and it flows straight down in one go!

It seems that I am so anxious that even touching ink is a superfluous move, and I want to leave directly!

The last word Zhong Yue can't be classified by Xingshu, almost a kind of cursive writing, even the pen and abbreviation, which makes Zhao Yongsheng's mood ups and downs.

I don't know why, when I saw a few words from Shanyin Xu Wenchang, Zhao Yongsheng actually had a tearful throbbing in his eyes!

What kind of person is this scholar?

Words are sometimes more breathtaking than any intuitive scene, and the charm of calligraphy lies in making words more attractive. Zhao Yongsheng put down his pen and when he turned around, he saw a group of people standing behind him, and he also subconsciously took a step back.

"You ......"

"Old Zhao, you are doing it again!"

"Good calligraphy!"

Zhao Yongsheng frowned, shook his head and said, "I didn't write this work. Don't talk about this, is there a tomb of Xu Wei nearby?"

A local calligrapher from Shaoxing came to help this time, and when he heard Zhao Yongsheng ask about Xu Wei's tomb, he said, "Yes." It's less than a 10-minute drive past here. ”

"You take me. ”

"Eh, Elder Zhao, there is still something here that depends on you to make up your mind!"

Zhao Yongsheng pulled the calligrapher here in Shaoxing, turned around and said, "I'll talk about it later!"

Some looked down at the work on Zhao Yongsheng's desk.

"Eh, the special chapter for the competition, who is this, so unreliable, why are the entries thrown here?"

The man who was already in a daze and didn't dare to speak came back to his senses, swallowed his saliva, and said tremblingly: "Zhao ...... Mr. Zhao has just copied this student's work!"

There was a dead silence in the conference hall......

……

……

The wind under the cold wave is howling in the south.

Northerners rely on heating for the winter, while the south relies on a "righteous atmosphere"!

Business at the brewery was bleak. The old workshop, under the impact of modernization, has quietly withdrawn from the meaning of its original existence. The proprietress sat in the hall, wearing a sweater, and after the New Year, the lease period of the place was up, and it might be closed. The man has gone to the city to find a job, and the wine here can be sold for a little bit, but there is still no time to buy a house in the city.

"Is there any wine?"

The proprietress came back to her senses and looked at Zhong Yue who was carrying a leather case, "Yes, what kind of wine do you want?"

Zhong Yue trotted all the way and said in a hurry, "What kind of wine is good?"

The proprietress was stunned, "Do you want soju or rice wine?"

"When you come to Shaoxing, how can you not drink rice wine, you want rice wine. ”

"Do you want to buy some special products and go back?"

"Is there anything more old?"

The proprietress lit up with her eyes, "Yes, ten years old." ”

"Come on two catties. ”

"You wait. ”

……

Zhong Yue hurriedly carried the flower carvings he had bought, and ran towards Xu Wei's mausoleum, he first ran for a while, and then slowed down.

"Why am I running so fast?" Zhong Yue asked himself.

However, he himself didn't know why he hurriedly ran to see Xu Wei.

When he calmed down, the mood dissipated, and he felt a little lost, as if he had just lost something. He carried the wine, walked on the bluestone bricks, and came to Xu Wei's green grave.

Whether the rice wine is ten years old, Zhong Yue does not know.

He opened the cork and bowed deeply, "Thank you, Mr. Xie!"

This time, Zhong Yue not only thanked him for the grace of painting, but also thanked Xu Wei for the inspiration this time, so that he inadvertently completed the masterpiece!

……

More than ten minutes after Zhong Yue left, Zhao Yongsheng stood in front of the green tomb, looking at the Xu Wei tomb with stones stacked and covered with loess, and a Shaoxing flower sculpture with an open cork in front of him, his eyes were full of shock.

"This son, Dacai!"