At this moment, in front of everyone's eyes, Lin Yi is embarrassed to be reserved, the countrymen don't know how to rely on it, you have the ability to play it, otherwise it will be a wet cannonball, only scary but not loud. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone for writing couplets are all ready-made. After all, the commissary at the east end of Zhang Luo Xishi Village in the village will buy some red paper, firecrackers and the like.

I heard that someone was going to write a couplet, and those who came to eat the flowing water banquet all joined in the excitement and gathered around.

Big guy, you beat me, I hit you, and the water around Lin Yi and the table where he wrote the couplet was blocked.

Those who had just arrived and didn't know the situation would touch the arm of the person next to them, and whether they recognized it or not, they asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The man looked like a "jack of all trades" and said: "Something is wrong, that kid from the Lin family challenges the old gentleman to write a happy couplet--- who doesn't know that the old man is an expert in this regard, it looks like he has a good show." ”

"That kid from the Lin family...... It's not going to be the last ......."

"That's him. If you get rich, you can't be proud, and you think you can do anything. ”

"Maybe, people come back from the city and have seen the characters of the world, and if you can't write the happy couplet, it's really better than the old gentleman......"

"You just blow it, at this age, at this age, even if he starts practicing, he can't compare to the old man--- who doesn't know that the old gentleman's brush words in ten miles and eight villages are this!" The man gave a thumbs up.

The other thought about it and shut up.

……

The third uncle didn't think about it so much, in his opinion, no matter how good or bad Lin Yi's writing was, as long as it could be pasted on the door, it would be suitable for the situation. As for his son Jianjun, he thinks more simply, as long as he can marry his wife into the door and press him to bed.

As for the others, it's all waiting to see the excitement.

Lin Yi moved his stiff wrist, the weather was too cold, and it would inevitably affect his performance.

For writing calligraphy, it can be said that Lin Yi is no longer the first brother, but his expression is still very solemn, hoping that he can have a miracle again and wave his pen.

But miracles don't come just now, especially in this case, Lin Yi feels that his brain is blank.

Nothing.

Nothing was sensed.

What to do?

So many people look at themselves.

Lin Yi's calm heart became a little nervous, and he began to complain more about Cao Yidao's troubles.

Cao Yidao thought that Lin Yi was reserved, so he shouted: "Let go of the courage to write, let them see your calligraphy skills." ”

Lin Yi smiled bitterly in his heart, he said lightly, you can try it.

On the surface, he still moved his wrists unhurriedly, rubbing the back of his hands......

The people next to him thought he was warming up, and he didn't urge, but felt that this was more scoreful, unlike the old gentleman who wrote, he always wrote on a paved paper, and he didn't even have a posture.

Countrymen like to watch the lively, but usually can't see the essence of the lively, for example, this writing brush words, to be honest, how many really understand? So it's all about a score, and whoever puts the bigger the score is, the more capable and capable he is.

Inadvertently, Lin Yi was regarded as a pentagnar because of his grinding, and was expected by the parents and villagers present, expecting him to write a flower.

Lin Yi was very embarrassed, and at this time, it happened that it was snowing heavily in the sky again, and the snow was falling one after another. Although the fish skin greenhouse is very tightly bolted, it can't withstand the heavy snow, and occasionally some fall in with the biting cold wind.

Lin Yi's mind was still blank, and he didn't have the slightest desire to write---

Time has dragged on for too long, and the people around have begun to react in reverse, if they thought that Lin Yi had a lot of style and was playing the score, then now...... It's a little weird.

Doesn't he know how to write? Some people even ask such questions.

The eyes of the people around him gradually became wrong, and even Lao Cao noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him, he wanted to shout a few more times, but he felt a little dumb, and even wondered if he had done something wrong by pushing Lin Yi out...... Poor old Cao, he finally realized something, but it was too late.

The second hand of time was still beating, and cold sweat broke out on Lin Yi's forehead, he was going to give up and stop filling any magic pen, after all, he didn't know anything in the first place.

Laugh and go, let them laugh and go.

Lin Yixin said, if you smile and can't let yourself lose a piece of meat, why care.

Lin Yi sighed, ready to let go of his wrist and raise his hand in surrender.

As if sensing Lin Yi's intention to give up, he had never been smiling, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his face.

Young people, after all, they can't be trusted.

……

Put down the pen, raise your hand in surrender, and tell everyone, "I can't write"---

Just as Lin Yi was about to do this, suddenly a snowflake was blown by the cold wind and hit the back of his neck.

It's cold to the bone.

This snowflake was like a melting elf, catalyzing the aura in Lin Yi's body, and at that moment, the feeling came---

In front of everyone's eyes, everyone's eyes suddenly widened, because Lin Yi, who had not moved much, suddenly started, only to see him pick up the brush and write. Many people squeezed their heads to see what he wrote, but they saw that Lin Yi didn't seem to think twice, and his wrist flew quickly---

Everyone was aroused, and even the old gentleman sitting firmly on Mount Tai couldn't help but stretch his neck, wanting to see it.

Cao Yidao couldn't sit still, couldn't help but stretch his neck, stuffed his big bald head in front, looked at the couplet, and shouted "good"!

The emotions of everyone were mobilized by Cao Guangtou's series of applause, although they didn't see it, or they didn't see it clearly, they also felt that this couplet should be very good, otherwise why would this guy scream so loudly.

Soon, Lin Yi stopped writing, exhaled, looked at the couplets, and felt quite satisfied.

The others had a chance and immediately admired the past, and then, they were stunned, what is this writing?

I saw that the words were written on the couplet, and those words were really ...... It's hard to recognize!

"What is written, what is this word read, why is it so scribbled?" Someone muttered.

In the country's eyesight, as long as the writing is "scribbled", it is not a good word, I didn't listen to the teachers when I was in school to teach children to write "neatly", did not say to write "sloppy".

So everyone thinks that the words written by Lin Yi are too difficult to recognize, they are simply scribbled, no matter how you look at it, they can't compare to the good words written by the old gentleman, the words are in the right stroke, and they are easy to recognize.

As the saying goes, the layman looks at the excitement, and the insider looks at the doorway.

Just when the big guy had always concluded that Lin Yi's writing was too sloppy, ugly like a dog crawling, only the old gentleman opened his mouth wide and rubbed his eyes again and again, and he couldn't believe his eyes when he was dizzy.

"This is Wang Duo's grass?"

The old gentleman also knows how to write, and knows that it is easy to write neatly with a brush, but it is difficult to write cursively. Because most of the regular script is looking for the glyph, but the line is looking for the meaning of the word, to be precise, the pursuit is the artistic conception of the word.

The artistic conception is understandable but not expressible.

The mood when you wake up.

The mood when drunk.

The mood of madness.

The realm of the same word is different.

Because of this, there will be a drunken Zhang Xu in history, a crazy Huaisu, and countless superb cursive scripts.

The old gentleman was excited, his heart was surging, he wrote calligraphy in all ages, because of his lack of talent, he suffered a lot.

However, he loved calligraphy very much, and even used the money to grow peanuts, cotton picking, and beans, and went to bookstores to buy expensive calligraphy books and calligraphy tablets.

He had no children and no daughters, and he was obsessed with calligraphy all his life, writing on the walls of his home, painting on the ground, and copying various tablets on the table, full of a large number of ......

He knows that as long as he is willing to work hard, after all, these brush words are traceable, easy to copy and master, but if you want to write a good line of grass, there is no trace, because you don't know the artistic conception of the masters of the past dynasties when they waved their brushes......

Like a dream, like a dream, like a fake.

The world of grass can only be understood by those who wield it, and you and I don't understand it.

The old gentleman was excited, looked at the words written by Lin Yi, stroked it with his trembling hand, and then said to the third uncle: "Paste this --- remember, paste it carefully, if you can, can you give it to me after the wedding......

The third uncle doesn't know how to read, and he doesn't understand how the old gentleman can have such a request, but the old gentleman has always been respected, if he likes it, what does it matter if he gives him all these words?

So I agreed.

Only Lao Cao Cao was angry and said, "This is a thousand words!" ”

The people around me felt bragging.

Only the old gentleman said: "What's more, it's hard to change!" ”

At that moment, everyone's eyes were wrong when they looked at Lin Yi...... (To be continued.) )