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"And Tang Bohu's poems are also well written, others laugh at me for being too crazy, I laugh at others for not being able to see through, I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, no flowers and no wine hoeing fields, tsk, the whole poem is very neat, catchy to read, infectious and emotional, no wonder I incarnate as a servant in Washington as one of the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River, and I can also soak in the autumn fragrance, and I really envy others. ”

He said this wrong thing seriously, and he actually talked about the content of the movie, and Xi Caiwei, who was comforting Xie Qilu next to him, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"I—I'll ask you what's wrong with my words!" Ai Langzhou raised his voice slightly, and quietly clenched his fists.

Song Baojun said: "Well, this word, it is written fluently, in one go, and there is a kind of momentum that does not vomit or be unhappy." And starting from 'others laugh at me for being crazy', it's all a couplet, and the seven characters are connected up and down, inseparable, as if they were natural, full of scribbled and messy beauty, which is very worthy of appreciation. ”

Ai Langzhou thought that it was finally like a human word, and nodded secretly.

Mao Zhufeng was also quietly observing, Qiu Yuancheng secretly said that this kid had a bad word, and it seemed like he was judging others.

"That's all, but-" Song Baojun didn't let Ai Langzhou be proud for a few seconds, and immediately came to a twist: "There are as many as eleven 'flower' characters in the original text, and the repetition rate is extremely high, and every flower character you write is different, it is obvious that you are teaching the "Lanting Collection Preface", each 'zhi' character has a different posture and beauty, and none of them are the same. Twenty-one different brushstrokes are conjured, which can be called the highest level of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. Obviously, you also want to come up with eleven kinds of brushwork, but the imitation is too clumsy, it seems to be different, but it is plausible and weird. ”

Song Baojun pointed to the first flower, "You divide the cursive prefix into two 'tens', and the second one is connected together, and the last hook is violently raised, and this one paused slightly,...... And so on, it seems to be strange and interesting, but in fact, you see that his skeleton is almost exactly the same, they are all the same cursive method, the same starting order, the same hook and twist, the same weight in each stroke, the same abbreviation, what are the eleven kinds of brushwork? The shape is similar but not the god, the tiger is not an anti-dog, and the eleven deliberately emphasized flower characters destroy the overall beauty and fail. ”

Ai Langzhou's face stiffened, and he clenched his teeth and did not say a word.

Mao Zhufeng said in his heart that this young man is right, he has vision. He also saw it just now, but it was just out of the principle of cultivating students, and it was inconvenient to say anything.

Song Baojun continued: "In the same way, the seven 'peach' characters have been replaced by seven ways of writing, and they have failed. ”

Mao Zhufeng couldn't help but lean over, and he didn't have time to pay attention to Ke Yuwei, who was working hard to write, and stood on the side with a smile.

"Peach Blossom Nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, it can be seen from the beginning that you want to do books, but then it gradually becomes a line of grass. Hehe, the line of writing and the line of grass, multi-body miscellaneous writing, discord and messy, has always been the favorite mistake of people with half a bucket of water. Failure!"

Every time Song Baojun said that he failed, Ai Langzhou's face became a little ugly.

"'One in the flat land and one in the sky', the two words of the flat ground here are inappropriate, you want to take it for granted a few strokes, and want to highlight a momentum that flies straight down, in fact, it is arbitrary to smear, difficult to read, and fail!"

Gradually, the students gathered more and more, and almost everyone in the classroom crowded in front of the blackboard to listen to Song Baojun's explanations and comments. Everyone has calligraphy skills, and I saw that Ai Langzhou was indeed writing well, but at this time, listening to Song Baojun's word-by-word analysis, I slowly realized the truth, and I couldn't help nodding secretly.

"'I laugh at others can't see through' the words, the vertical pen drags too long, the drawing snake adds to the snake, who taught you to write like this? Failure in failure!"

Speaking of this, Ai Langzhou's face was basically peeled clean, his chest rose and fell violently, he breathed heavily, and his face changed from burnt black to red, and then to pale. Black is because of anger, red because of shame, and white because of panic. He didn't dare to look at the reaction of the crowd, but said very reluctantly: "Don't you think this is not good-looking?"

Song Baojun shouted violently: "Yo, do you still dare to talk back? Where is it good-looking? Where is it good-looking? Failure!"

Ke Yuwei on the podium took great pains to write a calligraphy, which was to copy Huang Tingjian's calligraphy "Sending Liu Jizhan Poems and Stickers" two weeks ago, and it also had a bit of charm. Consciously superb, he can be compared to the four masters of the Northern Song Dynasty, he looked up proudly, but saw that there was no one in front of him, and the audience all ran to the side of Song Baojun.

"The most important thing is that the meaning of madness in the original poem, the arrogance of seeing through the world, is not reflected in your calligraphy at all. What do I see? depressed, miserable, like a lovelorn guy venting his emotions, it's hopeless, it's a failure!"

Failure!

If Ai Langzhou was struck by thunder, he stood in place and couldn't make a sound.

The classmates exchanged words and discussions, and a few boys who were still praising him for his good writing immediately changed their tone, saying that he was vain, but that's it. Even a few brain-dead female fans of Ai Langzhou kept their mouths shut and stopped making a sound.

He suddenly jumped up and tore off the "Peach Blossom Anthem" in two clicks, not wanting others to see his failed works again.

"You say that others fail, so how well do you write?" Ke Yuwei suddenly squeezed into the crowd and shouted: "You have the ability to write a good book to convince us!"

A few brain-dead female fans woke up like a dream, and they all shouted: "Yes, yes, if you have the ability, you can write, what is it to just comment on others? Then if we go to a restaurant and eat a bowl of unpleasant food, can we also kill the cook? Who can't use your mouth?"

In the calligraphy class last week, Song Baojun was called by Mr. Qiu to the stage to demonstrate in public, and wrote a painting of Su Shi's "Drinking the Lake After the Rain", and the handwriting was so bad that it was a mess. The crowd was still impressed, so the women cried out with great fear: "Your handwriting is so bad, and you are embarrassed to comment on others? ”

The art of calligraphy is a process of long-term practice and accumulation, including a deep foundation in calligraphy and a large number of life insights, and no one can achieve it in a short period of time. Just like a beginner in music, who just started learning simple notation today, he will be able to pull out the touching "Erquan Reflecting the Moon" in two days, except for genius, no one can guarantee it.

Knowing that Song Baojun could not be one in a hundred million geniuses, Ke Yuwei and the brain-disabled female fans shouted very energetically: "You write! Don't just talk and don't practice, you know how to talk about it all day long!"

They were so noisy, and they actually aroused the excitement of the neutral audience around them, just as a particularly fun thing. At the moment, everyone didn't think it was a big deal, and they all laughed: "Write quickly, critic." ”

"That's it, write it out and let everyone see Master Song's handwriting, and we can also take a look at it and learn to learn. ”

"Expert Song, what you say is right, the sky is falling, how can you be convincing if you don't show it in person?"

At this time, He Jianmin had already asked the students next to him the truth that Song Baojun's calligraphy was extremely bad, and he had the intention to make this kid ugly, so he stood up and said sternly: "Song Baojun, what kind of fame are you doing?

How dare Song Baojun agree? He said stubbornly: "I go to the restaurant to eat, and if the dishes are not done well, I will train the chef for a meal, and I don't need to cook by myself to prove it, right?"

He Jianmin pointed at his nose and shouted: "You are clearly making noise in the classroom and causing trouble!"

Xie Qilu became more and more proud, and said with a smile: "Song Baojun, if you can write better calligraphy works than Ai Langzhou, I will recognize you as an uncle." ”

Song Baojun said angrily: "You were originally my niece." ”

He Jianmin finally made a killer move, saying: "Let's ask Zhu Lao to comment, if your writing is indeed better than that of Ai Langzhou, I promise to help you apply for a scholarship this semester." The last sentence was said in a loud voice: "If you can't write, this semester's subject will be considered a failure!"

Song Baojun stiffened his neck, and said, "Are you afraid that you won't succeed?" called himself Lao Tzu in front of the head of the department, and he had the courage to do so.

"Then write!" He Jianmin shouted.

During the whole process of the quarrel, Mao Zhufeng always watched with a smile and did not say a word.

Ke Yuwei went to write "Sending Liu Jizhan Poems and Stickers", and before anyone else could see it, he was rudely thrown aside by Director He and re-spread a blank piece of rice paper. Ke Yuwei almost wanted to cry without tears.

The students have moved out of the way, and everyone is happy that the world will not be chaotic.

At this time, Song Baojun had no way out. Simply single, with a faint smile on his face, elegant and calm, gently raising his hand and swinging his legs, the master's demeanor is undoubtedly displayed, his chin is raised, and he calls the director's name: "Jianmin, why don't you go to grind ink for Lao Tzu?"

He Jianmin was so angry that he just pretended not to hear it. I hate it, this student is so nasty!

Yang Hailan, the ink girl who was named to show calligraphy, has not had time to perform, and has been completely ignored by everyone. She was not angry either, and picked up the ink block to grind.

A slender jade hand took the thing in Yang Hailan's hand and said with a smile: "Let me come." It was Ye Jingchun, the tall figure who was always outstanding in the crowd, like a noble swan, holding the ink block and chuckling: "I'll help you polish the ink, you can write well." ”

Liu Xiyue said angrily: "Strong woman, don't get in the way here!"

Ye Jingchun glanced at her, ignored it, poured some water on the inkstone, and grinded it carefully.

Ai Langzhou was panting, his eyes were red, but he was reluctant to leave, looking at Ye Jingchun's beautiful face with complicated eyes, his eyes were full of admiration, and he completely forgot about his surroundings.

A force came from his shoulder, and the Korean handsome guy stumbled to the left, and with an oops, he stood firm. Looking back, it turned out that Song Baojun pushed him aside and stood in front of the podium in a chic manner. (To be continued.) )