"What's wrong with Grandpa?"

The old man glared at Meng Lin, and said, "That's it, Meng Lin, I have a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in my study, you go and take it out......"

The old man is absolutely the same at home, even if Meng Lin is unwilling in his heart, he doesn't dare to confront him face to face, and at the moment, like a wronged little daughter-in-law, he went to the room to get something.

"Xiao Qin, did you really write that calligraphy?" Meng Mu glanced at the scroll on the table and asked, "If you really wrote it, I don't know which version of the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" you copied?" ”

"Huh? My future mother-in-law is quite powerful, huh? Hearing Meng Mu's question, Qin Feng couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, this was to the point.

Because there are only a few versions of the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" that circulated in the world at that time, and although the version written by Qin Feng is very similar to the Shenlong version, there are still many differences in the subtleties.

Tang Xiulian was able to ask this, obviously seeing the differences, and it was this question that made Qin Feng very difficult to answer.

"Auntie, I copied the Shenlong version, I used to work in the Palace Museum, and I was fortunate to see this authentic ......"

Qin Feng said: "But when I wrote it smoothly, I also added some of my own brushwork, which is not completely similar to the Shenlong version, and there are still some differences......"

"Well, you're right, the Shenlong version of the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" is far inferior to yours in subtleties!"

After hearing Qin Feng's words, Old Man Meng nodded again and again, he had placed the character in the Forbidden City at home for several months, so he was naturally very familiar with it.

Because of Qin Feng's self-confidence, the old man now almost agreed that this character was written by Qin Feng, because it was a lie that was so easy to debunk. It doesn't really make much sense to say it.

"Grandpa, bring it!"

While a few people were talking, Meng Lin had already taken out all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, and put them on the long square table, and then ran to the courtyard to pick up a small bowl of water and put it next to the inkstone.

"Hey, Brother Ringo. I'll do it myself! ”

Seeing that Meng Lin was about to help him study ink, Qin Feng hurriedly stretched out his hand, Old Man Meng could instruct Meng Lin to do things, but he couldn't ignore his eldest brother.

"Xiao Qin, you don't have to worry about it......" Old Man Meng suddenly stood up, walked to Meng Lin's side, and said, "Old man, I'll come to study ink for you......"

"Oh, Grandpa Meng, this can't be deserved!"

Qin Feng was stunned when he heard this. With Old Man Meng's qualifications and status in China, I am afraid that the person lying in the crystal coffin is qualified to let him study ink by himself, right?

"Your words are worthy of ......" Old Man Meng shook his head, let his grandson dodge to the side, and really went to study ink for Qin Feng, and he was very devoted.

"Qin Feng, come on. Don't let grandpa down......" Seeing Ai Lang being valued by the old man so much, Meng Yao's heart was as sweet as drinking honey. Raise his small fist to cheer up Qin Feng.

Tang Xiulian's eyes were also firmly fixed on Qin Feng.

To be honest, before Qin Feng put pen to paper, Tang Xiulian still didn't believe that the previous pair of words was written by Qin Feng, because that pair of characters was the best word Tang Xiulian had ever seen. It really shouldn't come from such a young person.

"Let's write "Orchid Pavilion Preface", ......"

Qin Feng first pressed the rice paper with a paperweight, then lifted the wolf pen and dipped it in the inkstone, without the slightest hesitation, he directly put down the pen and wrote.

Thousands of copies of the original "Orchid Pavilion Preface" were copied. Every subtlety in the notebook was firmly remembered by Qin Feng, and there was no hindrance in this pen, and it was written down in one go.

"This ...... How is this possible? ”

Just seeing Qin Feng write the first few lines, Tang Xiulian and Meng Lin were already looking straight at each other, and without waiting for Qin Feng to finish writing, they could already confirm that the previous calligraphy was indeed written by Qin Feng.

More than 300 words, in the case of Qin Feng's pen flying, that is, a few minutes of effort, after writing the last word, Qin Feng easily landed his name, but this time it did not imitate Wang Xizhi's signature.

"Grandpa Meng, I didn't copy the broken edge in the original post, what do you think of this character?"

After putting down the brush, Qin Feng looked at the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" he had just written, but his brows were furrowed, and he shook his head and said: "There are a few broken pens, and the strength of the wrist is still not mastered......

If you want to write a good brush word, there are many factors needed, pen, ink, paper and inkstone are very important, especially the pen, there is no familiar with the brush, the words written, there will naturally be differences.

"Broken pen? I...... I don't see it, do you? Qin Feng's words woke up the sluggish Meng Lin, raised his eyes to look at his mother, and said, "Mom, can you see where the pen is broken?" ”

"Mom can't see ......"

Tang Xiulian smiled bitterly, although she and Meng Lin both had an eye for appreciating calligraphy, they were not up to the level of appreciation, and Qin Feng's subtle broken pen was not something they could see.

"It's not a broken pen!"

The old man's eyes were not very good, he was looking at each word one by one with a magnifying glass, and after a long time, he straightened his waist, shook his head and said, "Xiao Qin, if you are given a familiar brush, you will definitely write better than this......"

"Grandpa Meng has won the prize."

Qin Feng smiled and said, "That calligraphy is the best one I have copied, if you want to write it again, I'm afraid it will take a lot of energy, and it also depends on luck......

Qin Feng had copied thousands of copies of Wang Xizhi's original post in that space before he could write that one, as he said, it would take a bit of luck to write it again.

"This is already commendable, no one in contemporary calligraphy can write this kind of character!"

Old Man Meng suddenly shook his head again, and said: "Neglected contemporary calligraphers, even if you look at the calligraphers of the past dynasties, you can also occupy a place in this word, rare, really rare......"

Old Man Meng's eyes looking at Qin Feng at this time were full of appreciation and love, as the saying goes, Wang Ba looked at mung beans, he was looking at the right eye now, and he only felt that Qin Feng was good everywhere.

"Dad, it's not that exaggerated, is it?"

Tang Xiulian on the side expressed doubts, she still had the idea of seniority in her mind, and always felt that Qin Feng was so young that he should not have this kind of artistic attainment.

"Not an exaggeration at all......"

Old Man Meng waved his hand and said: "Xiao Qin's characters have won the true meaning of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, which can be seen on the first calligraphy, even if Wang Xizhi is resurrected and writes it himself, I am afraid it is that level......

After a pause, the old man pointed to the second character that had not yet dried the ink, and then said: "Although this character is also a copy of the "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface", it already has Xiao Qin's own thoughts, which is even more commendable. ”

"Old man, you're trying to kill me."

Hearing Old Man Meng's words, Qin Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly, you know, his teacher Qi Gong is still alive, if the blue is better than the blue, it is often applied until the older generation dies.

Qin Feng believes that if Old Man Meng's words are spread, it is estimated that domestic calligraphers will start to criticize themselves.

"Are you still afraid of killing?" Old Man Meng glanced at Qin Feng and said, "With this hand, you can make many people shut up." ”

"Not everyone has your level of appreciation, Grandpa Meng."

Qin Feng shook his head and said, "I just write as a hobby, cultivate my sentiments, but I don't want to be famous or anything, this sticker, Grandpa Meng, you can keep it for yourself......"

Qin Feng is now a troublesome matter, he doesn't want to be bothered by the calligraphy world anymore, especially since this painting was originally meant to be given to the teacher, if it was taken out by Old Man Meng, Qin Feng would have no shame to go to see Qi Gong.

"Okay, you can look down on fame and fortune so much at a young age, a girl has a good eye!" Hearing Qin Feng's words, Old Man Meng slapped his thigh suddenly, but he appreciated Qin Feng even more.

"Dad, there's still something to do."

Tang Xiulian was very dissatisfied with the old man's attitude, although she had a good sense of Qin Feng, but she didn't admit that Qin Feng was her son-in-law.

"Calligraphy can have such attainments, if Xiao Qin knows medical skills, then I am afraid it is not comparable to ordinary national players."

Since he saw the right eye, the old man felt that Qin Feng had nothing bad, and his words were full of praise, and Tang Xiulian and Meng Lin on the side couldn't cry or laugh, they had never seen the old man praise someone like this.

"Xiulian, you take the girl to the kitchen to have a look, if the meal is ready, we will be ready to eat." Fortunately, Old Man Meng didn't forget to ask about Meng Yao's condition, and immediately found a reason to separate his daughter-in-law and granddaughter.

"Qin Feng, what's going on with my sister's illness?" Meng Lin was more anxious, and as soon as his mother and sister went out, he opened his mouth to ask.

"Heart damage cannot be cured by acupuncture."

Qin Feng sighed, and said without concealment: "Meng Yao's gunshot wound has not completely healed, I was in distress and missing at sea for more than a year and she was worried, and her condition has only worsened......

"You ......"

Hearing Qin Feng's words, Meng Lin couldn't help but look at each other angrily, but then his breath was also relieved, this matter was ...... I really can't complain about Qin Feng.

"Xiao Qin, can it be cured?" Old Man Meng waved his hand to signal Meng Lin not to speak, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Qin Feng, wanting to get an accurate answer. (To be continued......)

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