You're just a college student who hasn't graduated yet, and you want Zhu Lao to use a seal on your calligraphy, isn't it ridiculous and generous?

When everyone heard Ai Langzhou's words, they all turned back to look at Maozhu Peak. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Mao Zhufeng smiled: "If it is indeed well written, it should be used by yourself." ”

"Thank you, thank you, thank you. Ai Langzhou was overjoyed and thanked him again and again.

Qiu Yuancheng saw that the teacher personally agreed, and said, "Okay, let's start." ”

Ai Langzhou stared slightly, took a deep breath, lifted the pen and walked the dragon snake, and wrote on the paper, one word after another on the paper coherently undulating.

The students sat under the stage and couldn't see clearly, so they got up and watched. Some of the bold ones simply ran to the edge of the podium to watch, and took out their mobile phones to shoot the whole process.

Xie Qilu jumped with joy and shouted, "Senior Ai, Senior Ai, it's so well written, it's awesome!"

Ai Langzhou coughed vigorously and said in an unhappy tone, "Classmate Xie, please don't make noise next to you, okay?"

"Ahh......h

Ai Langzhou looked up at the audience in a hurry, and saw Ye Jingchun and Song Baojun leaning on each other and whispering, looking very intimate, and suddenly felt sad and indignant in his heart, and he actually gave birth to a strong emotion, and he wrote faster and faster on the paper.

Qiu Yuan didn't care a little about it, and after watching him finish writing the first line, his face gradually changed color, and he blurted out: "It's a good job." ”

It is quite rare to get a "good" from Mr. Qiu, who has a strange and stern temperament.

Ai Langzhou's gesture did not stop, and he wrote the second row of words with thick ink.

The heart has the meaning of depression, and the word is done in one go.

After writing the last word, he gently put the pen on the table, and took the tissue handed by the girl to wipe his sweat vigorously. His forehead was covered with large pieces of sweat, and his entire vest was completely soaked, and it was obvious that writing this calligraphy had exhausted all his energy, which was not trivial.

The onlookers whispered to each other, their eyes showing a deep sense of appreciation. It can be said that this painting of Ai Langzhou surpasses its peers by a lot, and it has become a little smaller.

When the ink was dry, Yang Hailan and another classmate helped each other hang up the work for everyone to enjoy.

He wrote the poem "Song of the Peach Blossom Temple" by Tang Yin, one of the four great talents of the Ming Dynasty.

"Peach blossom nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, peach blossom fairy under peach blossom nunnery. The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms for wine money. When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep with the flowers. Half-awake and half-drunk, day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year. I hope that the old man will die in the wine room, and he will not bow in front of the carriage and horse. The car dust and horses are full of fun for the rich, and the wine cup is rich in flowers. If you compare the rich with the poor, one on the flat earth and the other in the sky. If the poor are compared to chariots and horses, he has to drive me to be idle. Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it. I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and there are no flowers and no wine hoeing fields. ”

He Jianmin helped Zhu Lao to the podium to watch.

The whole poem has a total of 14 crosses, which is considered to be a lot of words. However, the overall smoothness and no stagnation at all are already a rare skill. The font lines are thin and smooth, like a swimming dragon in the smoke clouds, running with your hands, galloping up and down, and there are several fractions of the shadow of Mi Fu in it.

When Ai Langzhou writes, he also contains a feeling of loss, with a little bit of self-abandonment, inferiority and pride, which alludes to the arrogance of madness and the frivolity of seeing through the red dust in Tang Yin's poems, and the emotional fit of the two, which makes the artistic achievement of calligraphy to a higher level.

It is not only a classroom work of school students, but also calligraphy.

Mao Zhufeng, accompanied by He Jianmin, shook his head and watched it several times in a row.

"Bamboo, old bamboo, can you still enter the eyes of your old man?" Ai Langzhou looked forward to it, and his voice couldn't help but tremble a little.

"Very well written, quite rare at your age. The pen is like the wind, the penmanship is good, and if you practice for another ten years, you should have great success. It's just that there are three more points of sharpness and five points less of freedom, which is a fly in the ointment. Mao Zhufeng smiled: "Okay, it's a masterpiece, I can give you a stamp." ”

"Wow!" the surrounding classmates exclaimed.

Mao Zhufeng took out a small box made of yellow rosewood, which was padded with flannel cloth, and seven or eight seals of different shapes and sizes were placed side by side.

In the expectant eyes of everyone, Mao Zhufeng selected a seal, printed it with ink, and stamped it on the corner of the calligraphy work "Peach Blossom Anthem". Two twisted and twisted small seals: "Good words".

Ai Langzhou couldn't see his fame for a while, and he was almost ecstatic, and the classmates around him were also envious.

Only Qiu Yuancheng just smiled.

Mao Zhufeng, a dignified master of Chinese studies, why does the collection seal used such a straightforward and simple content? Just the word "good word" is too cheesy!

Because there are not a few vassal and elegant people in the city, there are many leading cadres of some government agencies, and the calligraphy works written can only be called crude, but they also have to be shy to ask the bamboo old to evaluate and seal. Zhu Lao can't shirk his feelings, and often comments a few good words against his will.

Later, he came up with a way to deliberately carve a small seal with a "good character" to deal with these boring people.

When he encounters really good works, he will use his other seals. And those important seals basically symbolize the true attitude of Zhu Lao.

This "good word seal" is similar to sending others away, which is equivalent to giving you a few thin noodles because of you. People who don't know the inside story should only be Zhu Lao and humorous.

That Ai Langzhou classmate, although he has a deep foundation and a breakthrough in his creative feelings, in the eyes of a great expert like Mao Zhufeng, there is naturally still a distance.

It's not that you can't do it, it's that the master's realm is too high.

When everyone saw Mao Zhufeng stamped with the "Good Words" collection seal, everyone immediately laughed in unison, and praised Ai Langzhou's outstanding skills and won glory for the school.

Xie Qilu wanted to step forward to wipe the sweat for the male god, but was politely and resolutely pushed away by Ai Langzhou.

"Please don't come near me. Ai Langzhou stood up and walked briskly to the back of the classroom under the surprised eyes of everyone. walked all the time, stood in front of Song Baojun, and glared at him with disdainful eyes.

"This, what's the matter with you?" Song Baojun was confused. When I got closer, I found that this senior had a beautiful face, a fair complexion, a pair of Danfeng eyes looking forward to shining, eyebrows like crescent moons, small lips, and a kind of Korean handsome guy temperament, I thought no wonder I could attract some brain-dead girls.

"I just want to ask, what kind of words can you write?" said Eloon with his head held high, like a proud rooster.

"My name is Song Baojun, but everyone calls me 'Song Youjun'. Song Baojun smiled. The book sage Wang Xi's Zizi Right Army, he called himself Song Youjun, that is, he compared himself to Wang Xizhi.

Ai Langzhou couldn't help but darken his face: "Toad bragging, what a big breath! Who do you think you are?" ”

This Korean handsome guy had never met Song Baojun before, but he was so aggressive, others only said that it was because Song Baojun had refuted his face before.

Only Song Baojun understood this joint. Ye Jingchun beside her lowered her head, her gentle eyes were full of the taste of chastity. Her eyelashes are long, dense and softly covered over her eyelids, and her nose and lips are straight and small, and they are so beautiful that they are amazing.

A delicate and flawless girl like this is probably the most fundamental reason why the handsome guy in the Korean version provokes Song Baojun regardless of his manners.

"Does it matter who I am? At least I, Song Youjun, can't write bad words like yours. ”

Ai Langzhou said coldly: "Since you call yourself Song Youjun, can I dare to ask you to guide and evaluate my works?

"What's so difficult about this?" Song Baojun stood up, with a teasing smile, and gently twisted his hand on Ye Jingchun's tender face. Ye Jingchun felt as if he had been electrocuted, and he had thin goosebumps on his neck, and he didn't dare to look up at people.

Ai Langzhou's eyes were about to erupt with anger, and he turned around and left. Song Baojun swayed his shoulders and followed behind.

Ke Yuwei on the stage has started writing under the guidance of Teacher Qiu. This guy was purely named by Qiu Yuancheng to make up the numbers, neither a major in the Chinese department, nor much foundation, so he listened to calligraphy classes for half a semester. The same version of the super-grade jade skin antique familiar Xuan was rolled out, and the ink treasure was displayed under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Others focused on Ai Langzhou and Song Baojun.

"Please!" Ai Langzhou stood in front of the "Peach Blossom Anthem" hanging on the blackboard, and said loudly with a suppressed anger.

Competition between students is also an important part of classroom education, and Qiu Yuancheng did not interject, but looked at them with interest.

Xie Qilu rushed up with a few brain-dead fans, stopped Song Baojun, his apricot eyes widened, and shouted: "Song Baojun, you are going to die, what is wrong with other people's calligraphy? What qualifications do you have to comment on others? If you have the ability, you can also write a good character that can be stamped by Zhu Lao!"

"Yo, Niece Lulu, what are you excited about?, are you suffering from endocrine disorders?" Song Baojun glanced at Xie Qilu. Xi Caiwei and Qiu Jiali, who were following behind, felt very embarrassed, and turned their heads and didn't dare to look at him.

"You ......" Xie Qilu was furious, and was about to roll up her sleeves and quarrel with Song Baojun.

Ai Langzhou was already very impatient, and said coldly: "Classmate Xie Qilu, please get out of the way, okay?"

"Good ......" Xie Qilu suddenly felt aggrieved, held back her words and walked aside, her eyes quietly red. Xi Caiwei hurriedly scolded Song Baojun a few bad words, and her voice was very low.

In the excited and inexplicable gaze of the good deeds, Song Baojun put his hands behind his back, looked calm, and walked over slowly, looking like a leader who had been invited to inspect the work.

Raising his head and pretending to look at the copybook, he nodded with a thoughtful attitude, and Ai Langzhou, who was gritting his teeth and waiting for the evaluation, was completely lined as the little secretary who accompanied the leader.

After he sighed for a long time, Ai Langzhou finally couldn't hold it back and asked, "Hey, have you finished reading?"

Song Baojun said: "I've finished reading." ”

"Then you say, where did I write badly?"

Song Baojun compared his hand on it and said: "I didn't say it's bad, I think it's very good, you look at this word, I looked for it for a long time, but I didn't find a typo, which means that the level is really good." (To be continued.) )