The expression was high, the expression was light, one hand was pinned to the back of the waist, the other hand was stretched out to the brush, and the feet were not eight, and suddenly there was a momentum of Yue Zhiyuan, as if Ye Gucheng, who was standing at the head of the Forbidden City, was about to strike a fatal blow to Lu Xiaofeng. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He Jianmin was worried in his heart, and couldn't help but wonder if this kid really had some ability.

The posing otaku is ready to make a fool of himself.

At this moment, a white light flashed in his mind, and in an instant, he was pulled into the imaginary space built by the thirty-two personalities.

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"Pull me in at the critical moment, is there a solution?" Song Baojun was suddenly pleasantly surprised, and tried to open his eyes—or rather the optic nerves—to look at the blurred light cluster at the edge in front of him.

There is only a shimmering black, white and gray light cluster in front of it, which has multiple layers and presents a beautiful and complex geometric pattern.

"Your problem is not a problem, the philosophical personality is not going to waste precious ghostly energy. The voice of the literary personality vibrated the auditory nerves: "It is I, I have tried my best to apply to the philosophical personality for this opportunity to open up the space of imaginary numbers." ”

"Boss, you are really my savior. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have an arm at this time, Song Baojun really wanted to rush over and shake hands with him: "Quick, let's show them at Wang Xizhi's level." I don't believe it, I can't kill these bastards. ”

The literary personality said: "Juche, let me reveal a little secret to you, each personality has a unique origin. The origin of any personality is a major secret and is kept by the boss. ”

"Oh?"

"And my origins come from the European ......"

"Where in Europe?"

"Confidential, of course. The literary personality said: "So I lack Wang Xizhi's artistic talent, don't think about it." ”

Song Baojun actually heard a hint of shame from the other party's words, and couldn't help sneering: "Didn't you say that you were the most powerful personality except for the boss, inheriting the talents of all artists throughout the ages." ”

"Occasionally, there are a few mistakes and omissions, and it's not a big deal. You don't want to dwell on such inconsequential details. ”

Song Baojun said with a smile: "Wang Xizhi's calligraphy shines on the ancient and modern, how can it be said to be a trivial matter?"

"Okay, okay, just talk about it. In fact, I missed that era. But I've been working on a new style of calligraphy lately, which is the old book you bought, and the font in it has inspired me a lot. ”

"Liao Xuebing's reading notes?"

"Yes, it's a contradictory and strange font, like two people with different personalities combined, but unusually harmonious, without half a conflict. For example, when Cézanne and Picasso knead in a painting at the same time, is the conflict particularly obvious? The contradiction is so extreme that it is almost speechless? But Liao Xuebing's font has this ability, so that the two such contradictory styles are blended together and become extremely harmonious. ”

Song Baojun thought that the words in Liao Xuebing's reading notes really gave him this feeling, so he responded, "Hmm." ”

"If you read a novel, the first paragraph was written by Jin Yong, the second paragraph was written by Tolstoy, and the third paragraph was written by Tolstoy? I don't know, it's probably Qiong Yao, it's probably Gu Long, it's probably Balzac, anyway, you can still read different styles and different languages? But I think Liao Xuebing's contradictory experience makes all the words harmonious. ”

"...... so"

The literary personality said: "This kind of font that combines two contradictions is extremely beautiful, like an illusion. I've been studying it for over a week now and I feel like I've achieved something, so I should show it today. Pulling you into the imaginary space is to explain the situation to you. ”

"Okay, let's get started. ”

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Another flash of white light flashed, and Song Baojun stood in front of the podium again, surrounded by a crowd of black oppressors, and everyone stared at him with excited eyes.

"Alright. Ye Jingchun put down the ink block and reminded carefully.

Song Baojun felt that there were a lot more things in his brain, and he couldn't say what it was. said: "It's a pity that things started in a hurry, and I didn't have time to burn incense, bathe, and change clothes!"

He Jianmin said angrily: "How long do you still have to pretend to be a ghost?"

Song Baojun took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and raised his chin towards the head of the department: "Jianmin, why don't you light a cigarette for me?"

He Jianmin turned his face away again depressedly, if it weren't for Zhu Lao's presence, his one hundred and eight swear words would have spewed out.

"Alas, you are really a person, you have to smoke when you write, and you will die if you smoke a few less!" Ye Jingchun smiled and took the Vietnam War version of the lighter in Song Baojun's hand, clumsily lit the flame, and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

Song Baojun finally gathered momentum, held the corner of the case with one hand, lifted the best wolf haohu pen with the other, absorbed the thick ink on the inkstone, and waved it down at the rice paper.

First a horizontal, then a skimm, it turned out to be a "big" word.

This word feels very strange, it is not right, it is not right, but there is a momentum rippling in the middle.

Ai Langzhou saw that he wrote strangely, and was about to laugh, but Song Baojun continued to write.

Qiu Yuancheng also felt so contradictory that he couldn't help but look at Mao Zhufeng. I saw Zhu Lao pursing his lips tightly, and his eyes widened.

The word seemed to be rigorous, but it felt loose and formless. The horizontal and vertical skimming is strong and sharp, and the strokes are round and transparent, which is really indescribable.

Zhu Lao was engrossed, and his eyes kept following Song Baojun's gestures.

Ye Jingchun didn't study calligraphy deeply, so he could only stand nervously on the side, secretly cheering in his heart.

Song Baojun wrote, the cigarette butt in his mouth accumulated a long piece of soot, and it shook under the shaking of his body.

At this time, the audience was silent, everyone watched him write with anticipation, and many people found the cigarette ash, and their hearts were like a boulder hanging, and they couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for him. If the soot falls on the rice paper, it may destroy the work.

Ai Langzhou didn't feel embarrassed, he didn't expect Song Baojun to write with one hand, and dust off the cigarette ash with the cigarette butt in the other hand, and glanced at him with contemptuous eyes. That feeling, that style, is really chic.

A painting is not too much or no less, and it is quickly finished.

In the process of writing, the gestures are smooth, like a waterfall rushing down, giving no room for people to stay. Many people held their breath tightly as his gestures moved, until the last word, the pen tip paused slightly, and many people took a long breath, and the whole classroom came from the same time.

It reads -

"The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the eternal romantic characters. To the west of the base, humanity is, Zhou Lang Chibi of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks pierced the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time. Thinking about Gongjin back then, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, and he was heroic. Lupine scarf, talking and laughing, the canopy is gone. The old country fugue, affectionate should laugh at me, born early. Life is like a dream, and one is still in the moon. ”

This is Su Shi's famous lyrics "Water Tune Song Head? Through the hanging of the ancient battlefield and the remembrance of the merry characters' talents and deeds, the twists and turns express the sadness and indignation of not encountering talents, unfulfilled achievements, and unsuccessful bosses. At the same time, it also has the heart of history and people, and is known as the "swan song of ancient and modern".

Song Baojun threw down the wolf's hair, his body was full of arrogance and loneliness, pointed at He Jianmin and Ai Langzhou and said: "With a few of you cats and dogs, stinky taro and rotten sweet potatoes, you dare to try calligraphy with Lao Tzu?"

When the audience was silent, the sound was particularly deafening. He Jianmin looked at the calligraphy on the rice paper, suddenly turned pale, and staggered away.

No one thought there was anything wrong with his words, because the calligraphy was in front of them.

Zhu Lao had already forgotten, pushed Qiu Yuancheng away, and stood firmly in front of the podium, his greedy gaze swept across the paper, his mouth was snorting and panting, and his face was strangely flushed.

He wanted to reach out and touch the words, but he stopped gesturing when he was about to get closer, and seemed to want to touch but did not dare to touch them, cautiously, for fear of touching the rare treasure.

The "Great River East Go", which Song Baojun swipeed in, looks majestic and desolate, majestic, strong and ambitious, giving people a soul-shaking artistic power.

In the structure, however, there is a very different style. The rhythm is changeable, the lines are sharp and then rounded, giving people the feeling of classical music "Gothenburg Variations". It seemed that looking at his words, Gould's miserable piano sound could be heard in his ears.

Those who study Western art see Van Gogh's "Sunflowers" in the calligraphy structure. The word seems to be golden in color, full of raw desire, as if burning, really innocent and full of life, as if flickering with a raging flame, it is so gorgeous, gorgeous, and at the same time harmonious, elegant, and even delicate. The strokes that are full of movement and seem to rotate are so thick and powerful. However, in this coarseness and simplicity, there is wisdom and aura.

As for the guy who studied Chinese painting, his eyes became Zhang Zeduan's "Qingming Riverside Picture". The combination of large-scale brushwork and fine brushwork is poetic in the figurative font, rigorous structure, comprehensive, meticulous, each word has its own identity, each has its own plot, each has its own demeanor, each has its own character.

This is simply amazing! The way of art in ancient and modern China and abroad is the same, as if it has been proved incomparably correctly on this rice paper.

But when it comes to the font, the situation has changed, sometimes gorgeous, sometimes simple, sometimes restrained, and sometimes sharp. All kinds of strange feelings intersect to form the whole book.

Zhu Lao trembled with excitement, quickly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and muttered, "What is this?

Song Baojun responded modestly and pretending to be forced at the right time: "Zhu Lao, I write this casually, if you are not satisfied, you should scold, I will accept it humbly." ”

Zhu Lao turned a deaf ear to his words and said: "This word is extremely strange and beautiful. Okay, great, I can't imagine that there is such a genius in Chazhou, I see this painting, even if I die on the spot today, it will be worth it!" )