"That goatee, you already know the name. ”

When Gongsun Yang was introduced, Old Man Ma pointed at random and stopped talking.

"Old man Ma, you're going too far!"

Gongsun Yang was suddenly angry, MMP, when introducing the other two people, he said so much before and after, how did he get here, and there were only four words left for "goatee"?

Ah?!The names are gone?!

You old man Ma ate my name?!

"Ah, what's wrong with me?" Old Man Ma looked like he didn't know what to say, pretending to look like anyone else.

"You, you ......" Gongsun Yang's old face turned red, and the beards under his chin trembled, and he had already scolded Old Man Ma to death in his heart.

What does this call him?

Do you mean that when you introduce me, you have to report my position?

This, this shows how greedy and vain he is, is his grandson Yang such a person? Without these positions, his grandson Yang would not be a grandson sheep?

Old Man Ma saw that the joke was almost open, and he slapped his forehead, looking like he suddenly realized, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce, Gongsun Yang is the executive director of the Calligraphy Association, and he was originally the vice president of the Beijing Academy of Arts, and calligraphy and painting are a must!"

"Hey, I'm old, I'm easy to forget, I'm sorry, old sheep!" said the old man with a smile.

Gongsun Yang glared at him fiercely, and scolded in his heart, you are still old and easy to forget, why don't you have Alzheimer's!

After the introduction of the person, it's time to get down to business.

Xu Bowen is the executive vice president of the Calligraphy Association, and among the people present, his position is the highest, so he opened his mouth first, "Sun Hao, Professor Ma said that the calligraphy in his study was written by you, is it true?"

"If Xu Lao is talking about the painting "Sending Ma Lao Farewell to His Homeland", then I really wrote it. Sun Hao said.

"Really?"

Xu Bowen gasped, and looked at Lu Hai and Gongsun Yang who were sitting on the side, both in disbelief.

"Can you write me a few more words?"

"Yes, no problem. ”

Sun Hao nodded.

These old men still don't believe it, it's very simple, just write a few words to make them believe it?

But Sun Hao didn't think so, what he thought was that since he wanted to suppress others, he had to come up with something different!

Who is Wang Xizhi? He was a great calligrapher of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and was respected by later generations as a "sage of calligraphy." He was more than a calligrapher.

His most famous "Sunny Post in the Fast Snow" and "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection" are written in Xingshu, "Seventeen Posts" and "Early Moon Post" are written in cursive script, and "Huang Tingjing" is written in regular script.

It is rumored that Wang Xizhi is also good at official writing.

Of course, Sun Hao can't directly copy these calligraphy works, because some works, such as "Sunny Post When the Snow is Fast" and "Seventeen Posts", are letters between Wang Xizhi and his friends.

Another reason is that these posters are a bit long, Sun Hao is not willing to bother with those things, if he wants to write, write a shorter one, and finish it in a few clicks, it's not too easy!

After thinking clearly, Sun Hao immediately gave the system a stealing order, if he didn't steal anything else, he would steal a good poem that could pretend to be forced!

Last night, he had a scolding battle with Ma Minghao and Luo Meiyu, and the negative energy he gained was quite a lot, adding up to six or seven thousand, and stealing an ancient poem was just a piece of cake.

Under the leadership of Mr. Ma, a few people came to the study again, only to see that the poem "Farewell to the Homeland of the Old Man" he had written before had been framed and hung uprightly on the wall on the side of the study.

Some people have always wondered why people who write calligraphy always prefer to use ink to grind themselves, instead of buying ready-made ink.

Actually, there is something special about this.

First, the glue of the ink block is much lighter than the ink, and it is very thickly polished, and it can be written openly, lightly polished, and the layers are very distinct; second, when the ink is sharpened, you can meditate by the way, and at the same time ponder the calligraphy or conceive the work.

Sun Hao already had ready-made words, so naturally he didn't need to meditate anymore, and Old Man Ma also had the intention of leaving this word behind, so he stepped forward very diligently to grind the ink.

After about a quarter of an hour, the ink was almost grinded, Sun Hao stood in front of the desk, smiled at several old men, lifted the brush and dipped it in ink, and then took a deep breath.

When several old men saw him stop writing, they immediately stepped forward.

I saw the words on the rice paper, the penmanship is exquisite, the pen is chic and elegant, the gesture is euphemistic and subtle, like flowing water. Those words, one by one, round and jade, regardless of the horizontal and vertical points of the hook and folding, can really be said to be extremely good at using the pen to make the edge.

"Good words!" Xu Bowen looked at it and couldn't help but praise it!

"It's really a good word, I always thought that no one could write that kind of subtlety since Wang Lun, but I didn't expect to see it again today!" Lu Hai also sighed secretly, but his eyes were shining with brilliance, this was his inner excitement!

Who is Wang Lun? Wang Lun was a great calligrapher of the Shenlong Kingdom two hundred years ago, and his writing was vigorous and natural, and his gestures were like floating clouds, and he was called the first master of calligraphy!

In the two hundred years since Wang Lun, there have been countless amazing and brilliant characters, but no one's writing can compare to Wang Lun, and it is precisely because of this that Lu Hai has this kind of sigh.

"Compare him to Wang Lun, that's a bit too much, isn't it?"

Gongsun Yang has not been in a very happy mood since he was ridiculed by Old Man Ma in the living room, but Old Man Ma is almost the same as him in terms of achievement and status, and he has no place to vent when he is angry, so he can only hold it all the time.

Now that I see Lu Hai comparing Sun Hao with Wang Lun, I secretly said in my heart, I can be regarded as finding an opportunity, I can't move the old one, and I can't move you as a small one?

Hey, Gongsun Yang is ready to use Sun Hao as a punching bag!

"His word, at his age, his writing is not bad, but if you really want to compare him with Wang Lun, it's a bit too much, not to mention Wang Lun, in this capital, there are not a thousand but eight hundred who write better than him. ”

Gongsun Yang stretched out two fingers, twisted his goatee, and said slowly.

"Old man Gongsun is right, my words are so-so, there must be a lot more than me who writes well!"

Sun Hao didn't wait for Old Man Ma to get mad, and said with a smile, "I heard that Old Man Gongsun is also very good at writing books, why don't you show your hands and let me, a junior boy, also follow the long knowledge?"