"Xiao Yang, do you really know calligraphy and painting?"

After listening to Yang Yifeng's words, Father Zhang was stunned at first, and then said with some surprise. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In recent years, there are very few young people who like calligraphy, and even those who have practiced fountain pen writing well are in the minority, Zhang Muxue has learned fountain pen calligraphy, but it is only a little bit and superficial.

Yang Yifeng smiled at the moment and said modestly: "I'm not proficient, but I know a little bit about fur!"

Oh?

Father Zhang was stunned for a moment, and then a look of interest flashed on his face.

"Xiao Yang, are you interested in coming to my study to have a look!"

Father Zhang's gaze at Yang Yifeng changed again, and he suddenly felt that there was a mysterious aura on Yang Yifeng's body, as if this young man was very confident, and he was confident in everything!

"It's better to be respectful than to obey. ”

Yang Yifeng smiled at the moment, and then under the leadership of Father Zhang, he got up and walked in the direction of the study.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, a cold snort came out of Dawei's mouth, and then he also stood up and said to Aunt Chen: "Let's go and take a look, I want to see how many brushes this Yang Yifeng has!"

That Aunt Chen had this intention, and when she heard this, she immediately stood up with a sneer on her face, and followed Dawei's steps, and the four of them walked in the direction of the study.

Entering the study, Yang Yifeng suddenly had a feeling of brightness.

In Zhang's father's study, the shelves are full of all kinds of books, and there are hundreds of children, all kinds of books. hurt astronomy and geography, down to trivialities, it seems that Zhang's father has dabbled in it.

"Uncle Zhang is worthy of being a cultural person, and the study is so magnificent!"

As soon as Dawei behind him entered the door, he was immediately amazed by Zhang's father's study, and he praised it immediately, and Aunt Chen behind him also showed a smile.

And Zhang's father's flattery to the two of them didn't seem to be cold at all, his eyes, almost all of his attention was on Yang Yifeng's body, and when he saw Yang Yifeng coming in, at that moment, Zhang's father spread out a piece of rice paper, and said to Yang Yifeng while grinding ink:

"Xiao Yang, I don't know what kind of calligraphy you are best at?"

Today's calligraphy fonts, traditionally speaking, are divided into five categories, namely line script, cursive, official script, seal script and regular script, these categories are divided into various sub-categories, Zhang's father hangs on the outside of the 'heavenly way of rewarding' is written in the line of calligraphy,

Xingshu is a font between regular script and cursive script, its appearance is to make up for the writing speed of regular script is too slow and cursive is illegible, so it is not only not as upright as regular script, nor as sloppy as cursive, its style of writing is very casual, but it is limited everywhere, it can be said that it is difficult to practice a font.

And the look of heaven that hangs outside Zhang's father rewards hard work, but he has practiced for several months, burned incense, and adjusted his mentality to make the best one.

It can also be said that Zhang's father's attainments in calligraphy are more powerful than those of several other fonts.

At that moment, after listening to Zhang's father's words, Yang Yifeng suddenly smiled and said, "Uncle Zhang's calligraphy and painting outside is in the font of Xingshu, so I will also use Xingshu!"

"Good!"

Listening to Yang Yifeng's words, Zhang's father was stunned at first, and then overjoyed.

What Yang Yifeng said just now was his shortcomings in writing, and now Father Zhang saw Yang Yifeng so calm and confident, and immediately had a strong sense of appreciation.

Let's not talk about how Yang Yifeng's line is written, just this courage is not something that ordinary people can do.

Therefore, Zhang's father has already made plans in his heart.

Even if Yang Yifeng makes a fool of himself later, and the words he writes are not as good as his own, he still has to praise Yang Yifeng for his courage.

"Okay, you can start writing. ”

After grinding the ink and laying the paper, Zhang's father gave up his position.

Yang Yifeng nodded, and immediately picked out a wolf pen on the inkstone, held it in his hand, and began to dip it in ink.

At this moment, Yang Yifeng's expression became extremely respectful, and his expression was indifferent and confident, as if what he was doing now was not simply dipping ink, but doing an extremely sacred thing.

Yang Yifeng's actions here all fell in the eyes of Zhang's father, seeing Yang Yifeng's posture of holding the pen, Zhang's father nodded in his heart, and when he saw Yang Yifeng dipping in ink, Zhang's father's feelings for Yang Yifeng suddenly rose to another level.

He could see that Yang Yifeng was the one who really took the brush, and his posture was quite stylish.

It's as if Yang Yifeng is no longer a pen and ink in front of him, and he is no longer a scholar who is about to write, but a general who directs the country and inspires words.

Every time he puts pen to paper, it is like giving an order, by the way, that is, to conquer the city, and the momentum is like a bamboo. And if it is wrong, then it will be a mountain of defeat, bleeding and drifting.

So at this moment, Yang Yifeng's expression became extremely respectful.

In Zhang's father's opinion, this expression is a normal performance, but in Dawei's opinion, Yang Yifeng is like grinding a gun in battle, and even sweat is coming out of his head.

"Hmph, pretending to be decent, if you have the ability, you can write something decent later!

Dawei's sneering voice came, Yang Yifeng hadn't spoken yet, but he was scolded by Father Zhang, who was watching quietly next to him: "Don't make noise!"

Belch!

As soon as he was drunk by Zhang's father, Dawei's face suddenly showed a thick sense of shame, but then, his gaze at Yang Yifeng became even more resentful.

In his opinion, Yang Yifeng is just a stunned boy, and he is a master who returned from overseas, and there is no comparison between the two at all, but the current situation seems to be that Zhang's father has a good impression of Yang Yifeng, but he doesn't mean anything to him.

This made Dawei feel a sense of jealousy in his heart.

At this moment, Yang Yifeng had already picked up the brush.

Time seemed to stand still, Yang Yifeng held a brush in his hand, the tip of the pen hovered over the rice paper, and he did not put down the pen for a long time, but closed his eyes.

In the eyes of outsiders, Yang Yifeng's whole person is now in an ethereal state, but only he knows that in his mind, he has practiced thousands of times how to write the four words 'Heaven rewards hard work'.

"You'd better hurry up! What are you chirping? Probably you can't write?"

At this time, Dawei couldn't wait.

He seemed to have forgotten what Father Zhang had warned him just now, and whenever he had the opportunity to belittle and despise Yang Yifeng, he would never miss this opportunity.

But at this time, Father Zhang couldn't take care of Dawei at all, because he found that the moment Dawei said this, Yang Yifeng moved.