While eating, Lao Jin began.

"Those few lines of poetry, did you really write them?"

Zhong Ming nibbled on the chicken leg: "Yes, I really wrote it." ”

"Okay, even if you write it, you must know that the difficulty of writing the "Manuscript for the Sacrifice of Nephews" is completely different from writing those few lines of poetry! Young people just don't know how thick the sky is. "Lao Jin sandwiched the chopsticks dish," When I was young, I also thought that I could write famous articles such as "Manuscript for the Sacrifice of Nephews", "Preface to the Lanting Collection" and "Self-narrative Post", but I really found it when I put pen to paper, compared with some calligraphy, it is far behind! ”

Lao Jin paused, and then said: "Your foundation is good, but this mentality is not good, pride and complacency are taboos in learning calligraphy." What do we calligraphers pay attention to, we must be humble and open! Otherwise, it is very likely to limit your subsequent development. ”

Lao Jin chattered for a long time, and Zhong Ming could hear that this old man's words were sincere, and he was indeed persuading the younger generation.

But the calligraphy skills of the key Zhong Ming are eaten by eating fruits, and they do not conform to the general rules that Lao Jin said......

But looking at Lao Jin's attitude, he was too enthusiastic, and let him spend so much tongue to do useless work, and Zhong Ming couldn't help it.

Seeing that the meal was almost finished, Zhong Ming said: "Otherwise, I will write the "Manuscript of the Sacrifice of Nephews" here, you look at my level, and just give me some pointers, okay?" ”

"Write here?" Lao Jin was stunned, this is the faculty canteen!

Zhong Ming nodded: "Yes, I have both the hand-drawn tablet and the pressure pen with me." ”

Lao Jin looked like he hated iron but not steel: "How can you use a pressure pen to write such a famous article?" Hey, forget it, anyway, you just write casually, that's okay, then you can write it here, and it just happens to let you know that not everyone can write a famous article like "The Manuscript of the Sacrifice of Nephews". ”

Soon, the meal was finished.

Zhou Sen took all the plates away, Zhong Ming took a tissue and wiped the table, and took out the drawing board and pen from his bag.

Lao Jin had an expression of "I'll just watch you quietly pretending to be forced".

This is the faculty canteen, and the table is the dining table, which is definitely not suitable for Lao Jin's opinion. Zhong Ming was holding a pressure-sensitive pen and a hand-drawn tablet, which was naturally shorter in various objective conditions.

For example, if Lao Jin writes "The Manuscript of the Sacrifice of Nephews", he must have prepared all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and find the most comfortable and suitable desk, and he has to brew emotions before he can write.

As a result, the bell is good, and any conditions can be dealt with.

Zhong Ming unfolded the hand-painted tablet and placed it on the table.

Then I picked up the pen, opened a blank manuscript, and wrote two strokes casually, hot hands.

The authenticity of the "Manuscript for the Sacrifice of Nephews", in that pile of calligraphy fruits, he remembered it very clearly. Not to mention the glyph of each word, even the way of smearing, remember it clearly!

Because the famous calligraphy texts such as "The Manuscript of the Sacrifice of the Nephew" and the "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection" are originally part of the ability of calligraphy, they are naturally included in the fruits of calligraphy.

However, Zhong Ming didn't dare to write it immediately, "The Manuscript of the Sacrifice of Nephews" is no better than others, the mood of this word is consistent, and it must be written down in one breath, without pause in the middle.

It is true that the hand-drawn tablet can be withdrawn and deleted at will, but that is too deliberate, and it is not good to reproduce the connotation of the "Manuscript of the Sacrifice of Nephews".

Lao Jin watched Zhong Ming brew emotions on the side, watching him write a few words at random on the hand-drawn tablet, and delete them all.

"Yes, this kid still has some skills, it seems that those poems were really written by him." Lao Jin said silently in his heart.

Finally, Zhong Ming has put pen to paper!

"The first year of Wei Qian, the third day of the third day of the ninth month of the year of Wuxu, the third day of the second day......"

Zhong Ming wrote quickly, still sketching and scribbling halfway, but without too much hesitation, word after word, brushing a little bit!

Lao Jin's eyes widened!

Zhou Sen was also watching from the side, frowning.

What the hell!

Zhou Sen only saw Zhong Ming write this character, many words were deformed, and often sketched, deleted, and the second line was written incorrectly, and when it came to the middle section, it was smeared in large pieces, and several places were painted into black circles!

This makes Zhou Sen, a person with slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, feel uncomfortable, isn't it said that he writes a ready-made manuscript, how can he still write typos? ?

Are you calligraphers so casual?

Of course, Zhou Sen didn't know calligraphy at all, and he couldn't even understand what Zhong Ming wrote specifically, so at most he could look at the traces of these smears and deletions.

But he looked at Lao Jin and found that Lao Jin wanted to stretch his neck to the hand-drawn tablet, and his eyes were even more round, as if he had seen a ghost.

Zhou Sen secretly wondered, is this well written, or is it bad?

Looking at Lao Jin's expression, this is not generally well written!

Zhou Sen just wanted to ask, but was discovered by Lao Jin, and glared at him fiercely, which means: Don't make a sound! Don't you see this being written?

Zhou Sen instantly held back the words that came to his throat.

Soon, Zhong Ming finished writing.

"Woohoo, Shang Fang!"

Of course, there is no punctuation, but this sentiment is clearly expressed.

Writing the last two lines, the handwriting has been extremely messy and scribbled, if the content in front of Zhou Sen can barely recognize one or two words, then in the last two lines, Zhou Sen is completely reading the book of heaven, and he can't recognize a word.

Lao Jin was silent for two seconds and did not speak.

He knew he was done, but he was still staring nervously.

He's verifying the details in his memory!

In this world, there are many calligraphers who specialize in the study of the "Manuscript of the Sacrifice of Nephews", where there is smearing, where there is deletion, and even what is the shape of a certain character, these have all said!

Writing the "Manuscript for the Sacrifice of Nephews" does not mean that it is done by writing neatly and neatly in block letters, it is the work of primary school students.

The calligraphers of this world pursue a perfect reproduction of the original appearance of the "Manuscript of the Sacrifice of Nephews", which is why so many people go to study the evidence and restore it through various clues!

Now, Lao Jin stared at this "Manuscript for the Sacrifice of Nephews" and felt that his consciousness was a little trance.

In my impression, the descriptions of the "Manuscript for the Sacrifice of Nephews" in those ancient books have all been verified on this "Manuscript for the Sacrifice of Nephews"!

"Chen Yi of the Yuan Dynasty once said, the word 'destroy' is like Mount Tai pressing the bottom of the pillar barrier, the end of the word 'ya' is like the light cloud of the sun, and the word 'feast' is like the sting of the dragon...... That's what it means? ”

Lao Jin looked at Zhong Ming: "Can I take a closer look?" ”

Zhong Mingle and pushed the hand-painted tablet in front of Lao Jin.

Lao Jin's hand trembled slightly, and he ordered it several times to save it, for fear that he would accidentally lose this "Manuscript for the Sacrifice of Nephews".

While watching, he gestured with his fingers to the void, and there were words in his mouth.

"I see...... That's how the word was written! ”

"Even the alteration here looks natural!"

"Perfect, perfect ......"

Lao Jin had words in his mouth, and Zhou Sen was confused.

What do you mean, this is almost painted into a hornet's nest, how can it still be perfect......

Sure enough, the world of calligraphers is not understood by ordinary people......

Lao Jin suddenly slapped the table: "I want to buy the electronic version of this "Manuscript for the Sacrifice of Nephews"!" How much! ”