Chapter 183: Words

About two minutes later, Gu Yue wrote a sentence on the yellowish rice paper: Ask where the canal is as clear as promised, only the source of living water is a poem.

Gu Yue's handwriting is a small jasper type, which is very beautiful, and there is a restrained appearance in every stroke, but it looks neat and beautiful, pleasing to the eye.

In addition to everyone's sighs, Gu Yue said: "The teacher has only practiced calligraphy for three years, so the penmanship is not mature enough, it just looks beautiful but in fact there is no charm, you can play on the rice paper at will, if some students don't know what to write, you can follow the teacher's writing of the gourd to draw the scoop, but you must not waste rice paper at will." ”

Subsequently, everyone was immersed in the artistic conception of writing and practicing calligraphy.

He Jia looked at the brush in her hand, sleepy, although she knew very well the historical development of the four treasures of the study in front of her, but she had never used it once, she didn't even know how to hold a pen, just now I watched the teacher demonstrate it, she felt weird when she held the brush, her fingers were very uncooperative, she looked in the direction of Sister Mo with a sad face, and then she was stunned.

Mo Zishu's back was straight three to five inches away from the wooden table, the buttocks sitting on the wooden chair only occupied one-third of the position of the wooden chair, the feet were separated and the body leaned forward naturally, the shoulders were flat and the breathing was natural, the eyes were focused on the rice paper, the left hand pressed the rice paper, the right hand held the pen with the elbow to write, the slender and slender thumb and the upper section of the index finger held the pen tube relative to each other, the upper middle finger pressed the pen tube, the ring finger pressed the pen tube, and the little finger was next to the ring finger to help it move.

He Jia was stunned, she felt in her heart that Sister Mo's posture and writing style were much more skilled and natural than Teacher Gu Yue, and the temperament full of poetry and ancient style was dotted around her, and the charm of sudden precipitation was achieved through long-term washing, Sister Mo Shuyan's face fell on the green silk in her ears made her instantly feel the strong poetic atmosphere as if she had traveled to ancient times, her eyes moved with the movement of Sister Mo's elbows and wrists, and she couldn't wait to know what Sister Mo was writing.

After a few minutes, Mo Zishu finally stopped writing, she gently placed the brush in her hand on the inkstone, and looked at the contents of the rice paper with indifferent eyes.

"The green mountains have no ink paintings, and the flowing water has strings and thousands of guqins." Gu Yue had already come behind Mo Zishu at this time, she looked at the handwriting on the rice paper and was slightly distracted, and read out the content on the rice paper without paying attention.

After coming back to her senses, she was slowly surprised, she couldn't believe that the handwriting on this rice paper was so strong and powerful, and the majestic handwriting would be written by the girl in front of her who looked a little cold, this handwriting was mixed with the style of the early Tang Dynasty, plump and majestic, and the body was broad, giving people a sense of grandeur and awe, which made people involuntarily admire.

"It's really well written, strong, and heroic." Gu Yue exclaimed loudly, her eyes were full of admiration and amazement, the girl in front of her was like a treasure showing her wisdom, which was rare, and this skill would never be able to write such a good hand in ten years.

Gu Yue's admiration for Mo Zishu attracted the frequent attention of the surrounding students.

"The teacher complimented me." Mo Zishu replied lightly, without any pride on his face because of Gu Yue's praise.

Gu Yue took this scene in her eyes, nodded, and secretly sighed in her heart, "If you are really a second person, you are humble but not humble, and you treat it indifferently." ’

"Can I show this to other students?" Gu Yue asked.

"Please." The corners of Mo Zishu's mouth lifted a light smile and replied.

In the end, Gu Yue took the words written by Mo Zishu to the podium: "Students, the teacher has a pair of handwriting in his hand at this time, you can take a look, how smooth the handwriting on it is, the pen is powerful and atmospheric, and it is eclectic, even if you look at it, you can feel the majestic momentum visually." ”

Gu Yue slowly unfolded Mo Zishu's calligraphy in front of everyone's eyes, and the exclamation began to sound.

Qin Fei and the others were shocked that their Sister Mo still had this function, which was truly pleasing to the eye.

Lin Jiuan looked at the handwriting written by Mo Zishu on the podium, looked down at the rice paper in front of him, although the handwriting is also very smooth and neat, but there is always a lack of momentum, he has also practiced calligraphy since he was a child, and was personally taught by the calligrapher's grandfather, but his grandfather was always not satisfied with the words he wrote, he always chanted, "Jiu'an, there is a lack of a taste in your words, a sense of a unique story, even if you practice for a long time, your heart is dead and silent, Your words will always be dead. ”

In the past, he didn't understand what his grandfather said, and even disdained to understand, he thought that it was already very good that he could reach this level, and he had been holding this conceited mentality in his heart, until now he saw Mo Zishu's words, he suddenly understood and felt the artistic conception expressed by his grandfather's words, his heart is dead, and the words he wrote are also dead, not angry, he just blindly imitates the calligraphy of famous artists, and does not have his own taste in it.

Lin Jiu'an, who suddenly woke up, smiled, it was a relieved smile, he looked at the handwriting in front of him again, that moment it seemed that all the words came to life, and the jump in front of him was vivid, the words were no longer just monotonous and dry words for him, and the words at this moment really had the soul he had given.

Subsequently, Lin Jiuan began to write on rice paper, with a boldness and passion that he had never had before.

Ji Han and Li Yun looked at the words in Gu Yue's hand, and their hearts were a little inexplicably rippling, they seemed to understand something, and they felt that their writing had become much easier and more flexible.

The day passed, the orange sun was setting, the day was about to end, and the sky was only dyed gold, until the clear lake began to sparkle with golden waves.

Mo Zishu and He Jia walked out of Han Academy holding hands, sniffing the fresh air, and all fatigue dissipated.

"Please wait, this classmate." Gu Yue's voice came from behind him, and Mo Zishu and He Jia's footsteps stopped, and turned around to confirm whether it was them.

"What's wrong with Teacher Gu?" He Jia asked, looking at the woman in front of her with slightly messy steps.

Gu Yue smiled at He Jia, turned her eyes to Mo Zishu, adjusted her breathing and said softly: "This classmate, can I give this calligraphy to the chairman to see?"

Mo Zishu frowned slightly and nodded in agreement, this is not a big deal, and she can write this word at any time.

"That's so thankful." Gu Yue's heart was relieved.

Then Mo Zishu and He Jia followed the team back to the hotel.

"Girl, you're surprised when you read that word, how long have you been practicing?" On the way back, Luo Caiming pulled Mo Zishu to chat.

"I don't remember, but I started practicing calligraphy at a very young age." Mo Zishu shook her head, she really didn't remember the specific time, she only remembered that the time was very boring and boring, and it was easy to doze off.

Luo Caiming nodded, and then didn't ask anything.

"Sir, S has come to R Continent." In a single-family villa by the sea in R Island, a bodyguard in a suit said to a casually dressed man in front of him.

"What?" The man lying on the sofa turned over and sat up from the sofa, his eyebrows and eyes were in disbelief.

"Is the message accurate?" The man steadied himself and asked.

"Exactly, Master Inukai has been by S's side for two days." The bodyguard nodded and said expressionlessly.

The man's deep eyes narrowed deeply, and they were all dark colors that could not be seen through, as if they were like the turbulence of an undercurrent in a cold pool.

"You go down first, I see." In the end, the man pinched his eyebrows in distress, waved his hand at the bodyguard, and he lay back on the sofa again.

He thought in his heart, if Inukai was by her side, then the old man would definitely not be until she returned to R Zhou, but why didn't he send anyone to inform him, it had been two days, didn't the old man want too many people to know about this matter or something else.

After thinking about it, the man still didn't understand, and finally sighed and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After Mo Zishu and the others arrived at the hotel, it was already dinner time, because they lived in the presidential suite, so they didn't have to go to the hall to enjoy dinner, but could go directly to the top floor and enjoy the food in the evening breeze.

When Mo Zishu and the others went up to the top floor, they were surprised, because the ground on the top floor was all the same as the presidential suite with double tempered laminated glass, the azure surging waves with the salty and wet smell of sea water rushed into everyone's nose and throat, and the beautiful heart-warming fish were swimming in it, making them all deeply suspect that there was a mermaid in it, and the transparent glass was surrounded by pale pink rose flowers, I don't know how they grew, one cluster after another, hugging each other tightly, The dense flowers are set off by the green leaves, which are more delicate and lovely.

The sky is also blue, but dark blue, there is a bend of the moon hanging in the sky, although there are no stars but it is also very beautiful, when the top floor looks down into the distance, your heart will be shocked by the bright light of the red wine and green, and then look at the high-rise buildings, you will sigh that the city in front of you is extremely prosperous, absolutely let you not imagine that this country is only developed in the last ten years.

Blowing the evening breeze, enjoying the steaks on the table decorated with beautiful tablecloths, and the delicious red wine, all of them have the urge to sleep directly on it, and want to say 'life is beautiful!' ’

After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to get ready to rest.

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