"Tell you, grandpa's handwriting is beautiful" Seeing a few people take out pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, Mengmeng suddenly pulled Lin Hui over and said.

Hearing this, Lin Hui also became interested, after all, there are fewer and fewer people who practice calligraphy now, and even fewer people who can write well.

At this time, Grandma Mengmeng came over with a smile, "The three of them are just like this, and they have to get together to write from time to time, don't worry about them." ”

Soon, several people prepared everything, and while he was talking, Zhang Chusheng brought over three wine glasses.

"I've never drunk like this yet." As he spoke, he poured three glasses of wine to his fill. "Old Sun, it's better for you to come first, otherwise there will be no room for you to play later." After taking a sip, Zhang Chusheng said jokingly.

Hearing this, Sun Minghao didn't seem to care at all, and said with a smile, "Your mouth is still so unforgiving, and I don't know how you started your business." ”

Sun Minghao was not polite, and stood up directly after tasting a sip of wine. "What a good wine! Bring more later. ”

When Zhang Chusheng heard this, his face darkened, "You think this wine fell from the sky, but I was willing to take it out after hiding it for five years, don't you get cheap and sell it." ”

Seeing Zhang Chusheng's angry appearance, Wang Jiawen and Sun Minghao both laughed.

Sun Minghao walked to the table next to him, picked up the brush, and after thinking for a while, his hand was already moving. At this time, Wang Jiawen and Zhang Chusheng, who were sitting next to them, were holding wine glasses and looking at Sun Minghao with a smile on their faces, their expressions were very enjoyable.

Writing and drinking are exactly the common hobbies of the three of them. It is precisely because of this hobby that the three people who didn't have much communication became old friends. Whenever they have free time, the three of them get together, drink and write.

Writing, appreciating words, drinking, and tasting wine are the most desirable things for them.

A few minutes later, Sun Minghao put down the pen in his hand, and his work was completed. Dozens of words are elegant and elegant, sharp and angular, smooth and natural. In dozens of words, a kind of atmosphere is faintly revealed.

Sun Minghao wrote in regular script, square and powerful, and looked unusually pleasing to the eye. Just when he started to write the first word, Lin Hui knew that the other party was definitely not as simple as just playing, and without decades of skills, he couldn't write such words at all.

At least, he'd never seen anyone write so well other than his dad.

"I said Lao Sun, you write like this every time, are you tired?" As soon as he stopped writing next to him, Zhang Chusheng shouted. "But the writing is so-so, and it can be seen."

The three of them have known each other for decades, Sun Minghao naturally knows what Zhang Chusheng's surname is, and said with a smile, "It's an honor to be said so-so by your old Zhang." ”

While speaking, Sun Minghao sat down and tasted a little wine, while Zhang Chusheng had already picked up the brush. At the moment when he picked up the pen, Zhang Chusheng seemed to be a different person, and the expression on his face was extremely focused.

After a while, Zhang Chu was vivid. It's just that, compared to Sun Minghao, Zhang Chusheng is obviously much faster, and in less than a minute, he has already lifted the pen.

Cursive!

Zhang Chusheng writes about the grass, and every word reveals a kind of wild and arrogant, uninhibited, and the pen is flowing and smooth, extremely natural, and it looks like there will be a feeling of relaxation and joy inadvertently.

Although Lin Hui is not good at writing cursive, he can read, and this is definitely another calligrapher. His father's favorite thing is cursive, and it is even more cursive than what Zhang Chusheng writes, and some of it doesn't even know him.

Looking at Wang Jiawen who was enjoying himself, Lin Hui couldn't help but look forward to it a little in his heart, Sun Minghao and Zhang Chusheng's level is already everyone, what font is Wang Jiawen good at, after all, it can be faintly seen from the performance of the three people that Wang Jiawen's calligraphy attainments will definitely not be worse than the two people.

"Lao Zhang, your words are so wild and unrestrained," Wang Jiawen said with a smile at this time.

"Don't do it, who told me to like this, I can write how I want, unlike Lao Sun, who has been an official for a long time, and the words have become so inflexible, and now I am still like this when I retire."

The three of them laughed, talking and laughing while drinking. Soon after, Wang Jiawen stood up, and it was his turn.

Walk! Not long after Wang Jiawen put pen to paper, Lin Hui knew that Wang Jiawen was writing a book.

Soon after, the two lines of words that were extremely elegant and natural were presented in front of several people. Seeing this word, Lin Hui couldn't help but be a little amazed. Although the three people write in different shapes, Wang Jiawen's characters are obviously slightly higher.

"Grandpa wrote it so well!" Seeing that Wang Jiawen finished writing, Meng Meng clapped his hand and said.

"Mengmeng, who is good at your Grandpa Zhang or Grandpa Sun?" Zhang Chusheng looked at Mengmeng and said, he naturally wouldn't compare with Wang Jiawen, but he was never convinced by Sun Minghao.

Meng Meng tilted her head, looked at the words on the table, and then said in a somewhat immature voice, "I don't know what Grandpa Zhang wrote, but it's still good to write by Grandpa Sun." ”

"Haha!"

Hearing this, Zhang Chusheng's face was full of black lines, how could he forget this stubble, he wrote in cursive, and it was strange that Meng Meng knew him. And Wang Jiawen and Sun Minghao on the side laughed.

Soon, more than ten minutes passed. At this time, Wang Jiawen suddenly said to Lin Hui: "Xiaolin, have you also practiced soft pen?" He had already noticed Lin Hui's eyes before, and now ordinary young people don't care much about soft pen calligraphy, after all, they don't use it much in real life, but just now Lin Hui stood aside and watched, it seemed to be very serious.

Lin Hui nodded and said, "I've practiced for a while before. ”

Hearing Lin Hui say this, Wang Jiawen couldn't help but show a smile on his face, "You can also try it, it's idle anyway." ”

Zhang Chusheng and Sun Minghao also looked at Lin Hui curiously, there are not many young people who can write with a brush now.

Lin Hui was stunned, he didn't expect Wang Jiawen to say this.

"If you want to write, you can write, the man is awkward, even if you can't write well, we won't eat you." Seeing Lin Hui's appearance, several people thought that Lin Hui was restrained and didn't dare to make a move, so Zhang Chusheng shouted directly.

Lin Hui smiled bitterly, everything was said for this part, if he didn't do it again, he really couldn't say it.

"Okay, then I'll be ugly, don't scold me if you can't write well." Lin Hui jokingly said that he and the three old men have been familiar with each other for so long, and the three of them are very good contacts.

"Hurry up, what's so long-winded." Zhang Chusheng said with a glare.

At this time, Grandma Meng Meng just came over and scolded with a smile, "Lao Zhang, you can't say a few words with this mouth." "For Lin Hui, she has a very good impression.

Seeing that Lin Hui was about to write, Wu Mengqi and Mengmeng came over curiously. Wu Mengqi was also a little surprised in her heart, Lin Hui can also write calligraphy?

As he spoke, Lin Hui had already picked up the pen in his hand. Speaking of which, he hasn't written calligraphy for a long time, but he doesn't feel too unfamiliar, after all, he has been in contact with this thing for more than ten years.

Compared to the pen I used before, this pen in my hand is obviously much better.

After thinking about it for a while, Lin Hui put pen to paper. It's just that at the moment of writing, Lin Hui obviously felt a different feeling.

As soon as the connoisseur made a move, he knew if there was one, Lin Hui had not finished writing the first word, and the eyes of the three people sitting on the side were bright. They have been exposed to calligraphy for most of their lives, and their vision is naturally very unique.

When Lin Hui finished writing the first word, the eyes of the three people were obviously brighter, as if they had found some treasure, and they even forgot to drink the wine.

Lin Hui himself was also in a state of surprise, he had practiced soft pen writing for more than ten years, although he had a certain amount of heat, but he could never compare with Wang Jiawen and a few others.

But at this time, he suddenly found that his calligraphy level had improved a lot.

That kind of control of the dark power of the hand, yes, is the control of the technique, which has obviously improved a lot, under normal circumstances, if you want to control this subtle technique, it takes a long time to accumulate before you can achieve the strength control with ease, Lin Hui in the past definitely couldn't do it so accurately, but now he feels that he has touched that layer of realm.

You can feel a faint force between the gestures, and the atmosphere is magnificent!

Soon, Lin Hui understood that he had entered the realm of qi training, and with the continuous practice of hidden weapons, his control of strength had obviously improved a lot. Although I don't know what the specific reason is, it definitely has a relationship with those.