"The handwriting is very good, let's go!" Zhao Jiayin said. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Brother Zhao, you haven't written it yet!" Tang Yasen repeated it again seriously, strengthening his tone.

Everyone sighed again in their hearts, Tang Yasen caught Zhao Jiayin's weakness this time, and this knife was ready to be stabbed.

"I didn't promise to compete with you just now." Zhao Jiayin smiled slightly and said.

Everyone suddenly felt a little dizzy in their heads, and after thinking about it, Tang Yasen shouted alone and said that he wanted to compete, and before Zhao Jiayin agreed, he hurriedly wrote the words, and now Zhao Jiayin doesn't want to write this word, Tang Yasen is really right.

Tang Yasen's face suddenly turned blue, his two hands were clenched into fists, and the people next to him were pinched into a cold sweat, Tang Yasen wouldn't just stage a full martial arts!

"Zhao Jiayin," Tang Yasen read out Zhao Jiayin's name word by word, and said, "No matter how your handwriting is, I think you should accept my challenge, I don't want to see Gao Momo's boyfriend a shrunken-headed turtle or a shrunken-headed turtle playing with words." ”

Gao Momo's face changed, "Tang Yasen, you have been practicing words for so many years, is it just to find someone to compete?" ”

"Of course not, the competition is just an additional function of practicing calligraphy, but if you don't compete, how can you know your level?" Tang Yasen said eloquently.

"Tang Yasen, ...... you" Gao Momo still wanted to argue, but was stopped by Zhao Jiayin.

"Okay, okay! Don't argue, I'll write, I'll write. Zhao Jiayin waved his hand impatiently and walked over.

Han Song next to him couldn't help laughing, because from his point of view, he felt very much like a father, being chased by his own son for toys, and he was extremely impatient for a long time.

Of course, this tone is also because Zhao Jiayin had a son in the first half of his life, and this impatient tone is actually a manifestation of pampering, and Zhao Jiayin inadvertently formed this tone when he was managing his son.

Tang Yasen also felt that Zhao Jiayin's tone sounded weird, but he didn't think about it in his heart.

Everyone looked at Zhao Jiayin curiously, silently thinking in their hearts how ugly his words would be. Because it is basically impossible to surpass Tang Yasen's words, it is not bad to be able to write out your own characteristics!

Zhao Jiayin stood there gently, without Tang Yasen's bearing and rigor at all, but sighed silently in his heart, he wanted to find death, no wonder others.

Zhao Jiayin took out the largest pen, and the hair on the pen was almost 10 centimeters long. Zhao Jiayin was too lazy to grind the ink, and poured a lot of ink directly into the inkstone, and the pen in his hand sucked the ink in the inkstone like a long whale absorbing water.

Such a big pen, is this used for writing or drawing! Everyone was curious, they had never seen anyone write like this.

Only Tang Yasen's face is a little not good-looking, if he didn't come to play with himself, he could use such a big pen, this person's level would not be very bad.

Zhao Jiayin splashed ink, and in the blink of an eye, he had already written 4 big characters on the huge rice paper, which is really very big, and this size can be directly used as a signboard in the store.

"Say goodbye to the old and return home." Han Song unconsciously read the four words.

Everyone looked around the painting, looking left and right, and no one spoke, because everyone didn't know whether the painting was good or not. Except for Tang Yasen, no one here has studied calligraphy appreciation, so in the face of this pair of characters that are not in the middle of the regular script route, everyone is blind.

"I said Han Song, what do you think of this word?"

"I don't know! I don't know calligraphy. Han Song said justifiably.

"So who's going to win and who's going to lose! Tang Yasen, tell me yourself, is Zhao Jiayin's handwriting good? ”

Tang Yasen's face was a little strange, and he muttered to himself in his mouth, and when he heard someone calling him, he reacted, "Ah, oh, this word is good, it's really good." ”

Not bad? Everyone re-circled the words and appreciated them a few times, and it seemed to be really good. The 4 characters are very large, and some of the pen and ink are very heavy and heavy, and the ink is evenly spread, which is a bit hairy, but some of the strokes are in a state of dry ink. On the whole, it looks vigorous and powerful, and it is very quaint.

"So, who won the hell?" Someone asked.

"Brother Zhao's handwriting is good, it's about to catch up with me." Tang Yasen glanced at Zhao Jiayin and said quickly.

Oh, everyone understands, it's still Tang Yasen's words that are more powerful. Everyone looked back at Tang Yasen's words, not bad, neat and bright, it should be excellent.

"Zhao Jiayin, what do you say?" Someone asked again.

There is no referee in this game, and of course you can't listen to one player, and the opinion of the other player is also very important.

"Almost! Aesthetic this kind of thing, has always been the benevolent and the wise, as long as you think it is good, it doesn't matter if everyone thinks it is bad, he is good. Zhao Jiayin said with a smile.

Tang Yasen's face finally eased a little, Zhao Jiayin's words are not understood by others, but after practicing for 20 years, it is impossible for him not to understand, he really finds it hard to believe that someone wrote this kind of character in his twenties, this character is no worse than his master, flexible and indulgent with the pen, and the pen is arbitrary, in this character, Tang Yasen can see a kind of helplessness that he can't serve the country but has to return to his hometown. He is more than a step worse than him.

"Yes, Brother Zhao is right, you must have the final say in this kind of thing about aesthetics, I vote for Brother Zhao, if this character is hung at home, it feels very good." Han Song said.

"I'll vote for Tang Yasen."

"I'll vote for Tang Yasen."

"I vote for Zhao Jiayin." Gao Momo's vote.

"I'll vote for Tang Yasen."

3:2, Tang Yasen won.

Tang Yasen glanced at Zhao Jiayin triumphantly, what's the use of your handwriting no matter how good it is, everyone doesn't recognize you!

A large number of people suddenly crowded in at the door, Yuanyuantang was originally very deserted, and it was not easy for a bunch of young people to come, but I didn't expect another group of middle-aged and elderly people to come. At the forefront of this group of middle-aged and elderly people was an old man with silver hair.

"Don't look at Feng Zikai's calligraphy and painting as simple, in fact, it is not easy, the simpler the thing, the more flavorful it is, the higher its value." The silver-haired old man said as he walked.

Several people behind him nodded yes.

When passing by, one of the middle-aged men sighed, "Mu Lao, look at this painting, it's very interesting." ”

This group of people, looking back, gathered around.

Tang Yasen's face changed suddenly, and he immediately thought of a possibility, this group of people are all people of a handful of age and rich life experience, and they appear in this kind of place with a very strong cultural atmosphere, most of them know calligraphy and painting, if they open their mouths, then the victory or loss of this competition will be reversed.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to put this painting away." Tang Yasen immediately put away his "Will Enter the Wine", as long as it is not compared, in case anyone owes it, the two paintings will not be able to end. If you only have one word, you will not be afraid.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's look at this pair, that one is boring." A middle-aged man waved his hand and said casually.

It's just this sentence, but Tang Yasen can't get off the stage angrily, what does this mean? My words are so unbearable that they don't get into your eyes?

"Yes, really good."

"It's very interesting, I haven't seen this kind of word for a long time, sue the old man and return to his hometown, this kind of taste that wants to sue but doesn't want to sue is in this word, you have a good taste." The silver-haired old man commented.

"It's really interesting, hey, why hasn't this word been signed?"

"yes, no."

"You see, the pen and ink are still there, the ink is not completely dry, and the word has just been written."

The group of middle-aged and elderly people raised their heads, swept over a few young people suspiciously, and then looked at the clerks sitting next to them, all of whom were ladies, and everyone shook their heads together.

"May I ask where the writer went?" A middle-aged man walked up to the clerk and asked.

Where did it go? Isn't it right in front of you? Han Song said strangely in their hearts, but this group of people didn't look like ordinary people, and this group of rich second generations didn't want to make noise here casually.

"No, that guy wrote it?" The clerk answered her words.

"Young man?" The person who asked turned his head and glanced at the few young men who were standing, "Don't you joke with me, this word was written by a young man?" Let me tell you, he can't write this word without 40 years of skill, how old is this young man? How can it be. ”

"I saw what he wrote with my own eyes, just 3 minutes ago, believe it or not." The clerk feels very aggrieved, and some people don't believe the truth these days?

"Young man, did you really write it this time?" The silver-haired old man asked kindly.

Zhao Jiayin nodded helplessly, he really didn't want to be in the limelight, in case he was misunderstood as a calligraphy genius and wanted to cultivate it carefully, it would delay other people's time, because he was not a genius at all, he was just a mediocre talent.

"I can't believe it, otherwise, you can make a payment!" The silver-haired old man said.

Zhao Jiayin could only reluctantly write a line of small words next to this: Tongcheng Zhao Jiayin Yu Yuantang book.

The vision of this group of middle-aged people has all changed, and they originally thought that the person who wrote this word was not 60 but also 50, which was a bit interesting and appropriate, because this word has not yet reached everyone's demeanor, and it cannot be called a home in the calligraphy world.

But if you change to a young man in his twenties, the taste is completely different, what does this mean? On behalf of a peerless genius, practicing calligraphy requires the accumulation of time, young age is already such an achievement, if you cultivate a good 10 years or 20 years, who else in the calligraphy world can press him, becoming a family is only the most conservative estimate, it is not impossible to open a faction.

Zhao Jiayin knew what they were thinking when he saw their eyes, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

"Young man, who did you study with?" The silver-haired old man asked.

"Master, I don't have a master." Zhao Jiayin can only honestly say that the matter of the origin of the teacher cannot be made up casually, there are so many people in the calligraphy world, and one check is accurate.

The faces of the middle-aged and elderly people suddenly changed greatly, there is no teacher, this young man's talent is in their opinion, and he has risen by one level, and there is no teacher, isn't that the time to pick up the cheap? However, Mu Lao is here, and no one dares to open his mouth to accept apprentices in front of him, Mu Lao is the master of calligraphy.

"Young man, to tell you the truth, your talent is so high that I don't dare to open my mouth to accept apprentices." Mu Lao said.

The people next to him thought that it was nothing to accept a talented young man as an apprentice, but when the apprentice entered the door, he had already entered the room, and he was not far from you, so it would be very embarrassing.

"The little old man has a nickname in the world of calligraphy and painting, if the young man doesn't mind, I want to take you as an apprentice." Mu Lao said.

The young people were excited, they had not seen this kind of thing for many years, they were all played in the TV, but they didn't expect it to be staged in real life.

Mu Lao handed over a business card with three words written on it, Mu Yunjie.

Zhao Jiayin was in awe, this is a famous predecessor in the calligraphy and painting industry, and one of the few contemporary people who can open special auctions in several major auction houses. As a lover of calligraphy and painting, Zhao Jiayin has naturally heard of it.

"Mu Lao, I have admired you for a long time." Zhao Jiayin said excitedly, "But can I think about it for a few days, because I just graduated recently, and my career has not been stable." ”

What? Refused? Mu Lao's companions were stunned, Mu Lao is a banner in the calligraphy and painting world, if you want to worship the master, Mu Lao is not only the most suitable in this group of people, but even one of the most suitable people in the whole of China, this young man just gave up, and the young man obviously knew Mu Lao's identity.

However, Gao Momo's companions didn't understand Mu Lao's status, but they just felt a little regretful that this Zhao Jiayin obviously didn't follow the script.

Tang Yasen's heart was full of ups and downs, of course he knew Mu Lao, a contemporary master who was highly respected by his masters, he wanted to get started but couldn't, but he didn't expect this Zhao Jiayin to refuse politely, this is Mu Lao. Tang Yasen really wanted to shout, let go of Zhao Jiayin, let me come.