The winter chill is getting deeper and thicker day by day. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the courtyard outside Le Lin's study, the vast white is the snow accumulated in the past few days. Between the mottled spots, you can faintly see the brownish-yellow, dry grass at the bottom.

Occasionally, one or two dead branches, not yet crushed by the frost and snow, stood sparsely in the air.

Autumn insects have long since stopped chirping.

Chai Jue sat on the verandah, looking at this plain scenery, which was more interesting than the purple and red in summer.

"Why don't the people in your house come and sweep the snow?"

He asked curiously.

Le Lin was painting in the inner hall, and when she heard him ask, she said without looking back, "I like to see snow." ”

Jianghai City, where she lived since she was a child, never snowed.

The first time I saw snow was when she was five years old.

At that time, her biological father and mother were not divorced, and they were still loving. That winter, they took her and her family of three to travel to Changbai Mountain. Where was she seeing drifting snow for the first time, building a snowman for the first time, rolling in the snow for the first time......

The snow scene carries one of her few beautiful childhood memories.

Chai Jue heard "he" say this, staring at the snow, thoughtful.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, overturning the paper that Le Lin was drawing.

Le Lin quickly pressed the drawing paper with her eyes, raised her head, frowned, and shouted to Chai Jue not far away: "You obviously see me painting, why do you want to open the door?" ”

"I ......" Chai Jue looked at "him" and seemed to be angry, and he didn't want to raise the bar with "him", so he hurriedly closed the door and said with a smile: "I happen to like to watch the snow too, so I couldn't help but pull it open." ”

As he spoke, he walked up to Le Lin, knelt down, looked at her half-finished painting, and asked in surprise, "What kind of painting method is this?" It's so vivid! ”

"Sketch."

"What's that pen yours?"

"Charcoal."

Chai Jue looked at the painting more carefully, and became more and more surprised. I saw that the person on the painting was lifelike, and the eyebrows and eyes were as if I saw a living person.

He clapped his hands and exclaimed: "If this painting is spread outside, it will definitely be popular in Bianjing." ”

Lelin replied without modesty: "Of course. ”

Chai Jue smiled again and asked, "Why is your handwriting so ugly, but your painting is so good?" ”

Le Lin replied, "Actually, my handwriting is also good. ”

"Hahaha!"

Chai Jue couldn't help laughing, laughed for a while, and then stopped, and said, "Your definition of 'good' is probably different from ordinary people, right?" ”

Seeing him smiling so presumptuously, Le Lin was a little more concerned.

She pulled a new piece of rice paper from the side, picked up the charcoal and was about to write, but she didn't know what to write for a while.

Looking at the sour branch wood screen on the side, the inlaid silk embroidery painting. It is embroidered with the scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter, which is elegant and pure.

Le Lin had an idea, so she wrote a few sentences on the paper one by one and neatly, and handed it to Chai Jue to read.

Chai Jue looked at the words on the paper, and for a moment, as if he had been struck by thunder, he couldn't speak.

He didn't know whether to praise the word or praise the poem.

The word "Lelang" is as thin as tendons, not only beautiful, but also full of arrogance. The place where the pen turns is fluctuating and fast, slender and without losing its flesh, and the turning point can clearly see the traces of Zangfeng, Lu Feng and other Teton, as if cutting gold and jade.

"Good word!"

He couldn't think of a better word of praise than this "good word".

This kind of font is different from what I have seen in the past, what "Yan muscles and willow bones", what "golden hook and iron stroke", what "pretentious like a dragon, fluttering like a frightening Hong", all of them are not suitable.

But it's a really good word!

Looking at the poem again, Chai Jue couldn't help but read it: "There are flowers in spring, there are moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter, if there is nothing to worry about, it is a good season in the world." ”

He slapped his thigh and said loudly: "Good poetry!" ”

Chai Jue hurriedly said to Le Lin: "Le Lang, can you copy this poem and this word to me well?" ”

"Here's it." Le Lin folded the rice paper and handed it to Chai Jue.

"That's not the case," Chai Jue waved his hand and said, "Can you write it to me once with a brush?" ”

He hurried to the bookcase not far away, and fetched a brush and inkstone for Lelin.

Le Lin shook her head and complained helplessly: "You are really in trouble. She took the pen and ink, drew a new piece of rice paper, and copied the poem again and again.

After a while, she handed the finished product to Chai Jue.

"Ah, why is it so ugly?" Chai Jue frowned and said in disgust.

Le Lin leaned over, looked at it for a while, and said to herself, "It's okay, it's much better than before." ”

Chai Jue crumpled the rice paper into a ball and threw it aside.

"Hey, why are you like this!" Le Lin hurriedly picked up the paper, spread it out carefully, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "You asked someone to write it, and it was so bad after it was written, I finally wrote it well this time......

Chai Jue spread out the paper written with charcoal before, pointed to the word and said to Le Lin: "I want this kind of word." ”

"I won't."

Lelin cut the railroad to the fore.

She really won't.

At first, she also wanted to practice calligraphy with a brush, but her stepfather, Uncle Liao, said that there will only be fewer and fewer occasions to write calligraphy with a brush in modern society, and it is better to use energy to practice a good calligraphy with a hard pen, which is much more practical.

As for which style of font to learn, Uncle Liao said that art is played by rich and idle people, and it is piled up by money, and throughout the ages, the most rich and idle person is the emperor. Therefore, the pinnacle of calligraphy can be regarded as one of the thin gold bodies created by Zhao Ji of Song Huizong, the "son of heaven".

Song Huizong's calligraphy strokes are thin and hard, he first learned Huang Tingjian, and later learned Chu Suiliang and Xue Ji and Xue Yao brothers, and mixed with each family, taking everyone's strengths and unique ideas, and finally created a unique "thin gold book" style.

The calligraphy of the Song Dynasty is known for its rhyme, and the thin gold calligraphy not only reflects the aesthetic taste of the same era, the so-called "heavenly bones are beautiful, and the fun is hazy"; It also has a strong personality, the so-called "such as bending iron and breaking gold".

Le Lin took her stepfather's words seriously, and during the days when she lived in the Liao family, she took the time to practice the thin gold hard pen calligraphy every day, so she practiced such a good hand.

However, when it comes to brushes, she really has no problem.

She sighed and said to Chai Jue: "If it is a brush, I can't write that word." ”

Chai Jue didn't believe it: "Could it be that you have been writing with charcoal since you were enlightened?" ”

"Hmm."

"Your parents are like you?"

When Le Lin heard this, she remembered the handwriting written by Le Lang, which can be described as super charming, with both square and round. She didn't lose her mind for a moment.

Le Lang's handwriting is so good, presumably Le Song and Shi have carefully cultivated him, and the last time I saw him in the bamboo forest, it didn't seem that he was overly frightened and autistic.

So, what is it about him that he acts so withdrawn?

Is it really for that "Second Highness"?

She held her cheeks, and after thinking about it for a long time, she still couldn't come up with a reason.

"Lelang?"

"Huh?"

"You don't have to be discouraged," Chai Jue thought that "he" was ashamed of his calligraphy, so he was silent, so he comforted: "It's not difficult to learn calligraphy, I'll teach you." ”

As he spoke, he grabbed Le Lin's hand and wanted to teach her the correct posture of lifting the pen: "Your posture of holding the pen is wrong, so you write crookedly." ”

Le Lin felt that the hand that was grabbed by Chai Jue was as hot as fire in an instant.

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