After dinner, Xiao Mo returned to his room and stood in front of the desk for the first time in half a year. 1 Novel αC finishing

Xiao Yi originally thought about reviewing what he had learned today before the night, but after seeing Xiao Mo's actions at the moment, he couldn't help but be stunned.

He originally thought that with his young master's temperament, he would probably never be within three feet of this desk for the rest of his life, at this time, Xiao Mo should have been lying on the bed with an idle book to read, or lying on the bed silently thinking about his thoughts until he fell asleep.

But after seeing Xiao Mo spread all the calligraphy he had scavenged from Xiao Shenyan's place on his desk, Xiao Yi finally understood that after a few months, his young master finally had to fight again.

Seeing Xiao Mo take out a copybook, Xiao Yi hurriedly grinded ink and laid paper for Xiao Mo, but after seeing a few copybooks on the desk out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, only to see that the fonts on these copybooks were very different from the "Yan Ti" taught by Xiao Shenyan.

"Young Master, ...... this?"

Xiao Yi couldn't help asking.

"This is the willow body, this is the Zhang body, this is the wild grass ......"

Xiao Mo pointed to the various scripts on the table and continued to introduce.

Hearing Xiao Mo's introduction, Xiao Yi asked, "Young Master, are you going to copy these calligraphy?" However, what the fourth master taught us was Yan Ti. ”

Xiao Mo winked at Xiao Yi and said with a smile: "But Fourth Grandfather, he didn't say that the calligraphy I want to copy at night must be Yan Ti." ”

After finishing speaking, Xiao Mo no longer paid attention to Xiao Yi, but rarely showed a serious and solemn look, and after carefully observing a certain post, he began to write a post.

However, after a while, Xiao Yi didn't seem to be satisfied, crumpled the paper on which he had only written a few words and threw it away, put the notebook aside, and never looked at it again, it seemed that this notebook was still not suitable for Xiao Yi.

Then, Xiao Mo began to pick up the next notebook and copy it as before. After copying about a stick of incense, he was still not satisfied and threw it aside again.

It wasn't until he copied the fourth copybook that Xiao Mo seemed to have finally found his senses, and patiently kept copying them, one after another, although he had already exceeded the number of three sheets specified by Xiao Shenyan, he still had no impatience, just kept copying.

At the beginning, Xiao Mo had to carefully observe this copybook for a long time before writing a stroke, but after a while, Xiao Mo would look at this copybook every time he finished writing a word, and in the end, Xiao Mo almost stopped reading this copybook, just moved his wrist and brush, waving it freely, and the font he wrote, looking closely, was slightly different from the font of the copybook, and seemed to have integrated some of his own things.

Looking at the calligraphy copied by Xiao Mo, it is balanced and thin, sharp and beautiful, strong in bones, and tight in knots, according to Xiao Mo's previous introduction, it seems to be a "willow body", which is completely different from the face body taught by Xiao Shenyan.

Although in Xiao Yi's opinion, the willow body written by Xiao Mo is much better than the Yan body he wrote, it is almost certain that when Xiao Shenyan inspects the homework the next day, Xiao Mo's unauthorized changes will inevitably set off a storm, and when the time comes, I hope that I will not be harmed by the good of the pond fish.

Xiao Yi prayed silently.

On the other side, as Xiao Mo wrote faster and faster, it didn't take long for a thick stack of paper to be stacked on the desk, which was full of Xiao Mo's copying handwriting.

Xiao Yi, who was surprised by his young master's rare diligence, soon encountered something that surprised him even more.

I saw that after Xiao Mo copied for nearly an hour, he was still not satisfied, and when he changed hands, he actually threw the "willow style" calligraphy aside again, and picked up another calligraphy again and copied it.

This time, it turned out to be a wild grass script - "Stomach Pain Sticker" and "Four Posts of Ancient Poems"!!

After about an hour, the paper that had been copied before and after was three inches thick.

Unconsciously, it was already dark, and Liu came to urge Xiao Mo to sleep many times, but he was fooled by Xiao Mo.

After copying the wild grass dozens of times, Xiao Mo finally stopped writing and sat silently on his chair, not knowing what he was thinking. And when Xiao Mo was not asleep, Xiao Yi did not dare to leave, but waited silently beside him.

Although he copied all the existing fonts, Xiao Mo was still not satisfied, and at this moment, he was still figuring out how to find a font that suited him.

After copying all the fonts, Xiao Moxian said that in comparison, "willow body" and "wild grass" are the most suitable for him.

But that's just in comparison.

"Willow Body" is balanced, thin and hard, cool and beautiful, which is very in line with his own style, but "Willow Body" has strong bones, tight knots, and a decisive momentum between the lines, but it is not at all what he can achieve. If you insist on imitating, you can only get its shape, but you can't get its charm in your life.

"Wild grass" seems to be crazy but has its own law, it is written in one go, and it has always maintained a momentum, and the eyes are full of the charm of "meaning", and it is also liked by Xiao Mo, but if you want to write wild grass, the writer himself must have a pure and natural wild character, Xiao Mo does not think that he will have this realm.

Why not combine what works for you in these two fonts?

Such a thought suddenly appeared in Xiao Mo's heart.

The so-called ignorant people are fearless, Xiao Mo, who does not know much about the calligraphy world, does not know how amazing this idea will be in the calligraphy world, various fonts have their own unique charm and characteristics, pick out the things that are suitable for themselves in various fonts, and fuse them together, it seems to be easy, but in fact, its difficulty is no less than creating a font by yourself.

In other words, when Xiao Mo can really integrate these characteristics one day, he has already created a new font of his own.

If this day is really achievable.

Xiao Mo's original idea was very simple, that is, to find a font that suits him best, and then in the next ten years of his practice career, he can be less criticized by Xiao Shenyan, and he can be more comfortable when practicing writing, and the difficulty will be reduced.

But the difference in thought at this time made Xiao Mo embark on another path that was several times more difficult than practicing "Yan Ti", although the style of "Yan Ti" was incompatible with Xiao Mo himself.

It's a pity that Xiao Mo is unaware of the meaning and difficulty of this, otherwise once he understands, the first person to give up such an idea must be himself.

At this moment, Xiao Mo was recalling some of his father's deeds in the previous life.

In the previous life, his father had no ambition in his life, but he vented all the resentment in his heart to calligraphy. When he was a child, Xiao Mo could often see his father coming home with a calm face, and then taking out a piece of inferior rice paper, walking with the words on his wrist, and writing for a long time, and then his mood would be much better.

Xiao Mo didn't have the idea of learning calligraphy from his father, and Xiao Mo's father had no intention of teaching, otherwise Xiao Mo wouldn't have the idea of creating his own font at this moment. Therefore, although Xiao Mo saw his father's writing countless times when he was a child, he didn't know anything about it, and only remembered the general style of the font written by his father.

It seems to be a font called "thin gold body", the font is erratic and fast, the handwriting is thin, to thin without losing its flesh, the turning point can be clearly seen Tibetan Feng, Lu Feng and other traces of running Teton, horizontal drawing with hook, vertical stroke with point, skimming like a dagger, like a knife, vertical hook slender; Some of the couplets are like gossamer lines, and they are close to the book.

Speaking of which, this font is the most suitable for Xiao Mo, but unfortunately this font does not exist in this era, and Xiao Mo has no calligraphy in his hand, so he can't learn it carefully, leaving only a slight impression.

"It seems that some styles of this thin gold body can also be integrated."

Xiao Mo thought secretly.

Well, Xiao Mo has added difficulty to his calligraphy path.

In the dark, after Xiao Mo was silent for a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes and said to Xiao Yi: "Palm lamp!" ”

Under the lonely lamp, Xiao Mo once again began to waste paper, pen and ink, but this time the writing was different from before.

I saw Xiao Mo between writing, occasionally observing the "willow body", occasionally carefully studying the wild grass, or closing his eyes and meditating, as if he was recalling something.

And as Xiao Mo continued to write, the handwriting on his pen had become four dislikes.

One horizontal and one vertical, one skimming and one hook, it seems to have the balanced and thin, crisp and beautiful shadow of the "willow body", but between the strokes, it is like the "thin gold body" like a gossamer, the overall thinness, fluttering and fast. On the whole, it looks like a wild grass in one go, and it has always maintained a momentum and charm......

Of course, Xiao Mo is not a genius, even if he is a genius, it is impossible to create a new font overnight, so at this moment, the font in Xiao Mo's pen is just a combination of some characteristics of several fonts, so it cannot be said to be good-looking.

After a long time, the moon and stars were scarce outside the window, Xiao Mo's writing action finally ended, and he picked out the three most satisfactory handwritings, and after watching for a while, he felt that he had found the most suitable calligraphy for himself, and smiled at Xiao Yi next to him: "The three copying assignments are completed." ”

Looking at the four different fonts on the three pieces of paper, Xiao Yi next to him could almost imagine how terrifying Xiao Shenyan's expression would be when he saw these the next day.

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