Chapter Ninety-Seven: Come Too

"Come on, let's come in next!"

Wang Chang and the others sat in the corner and watched a person go in for a test, and after waiting for a long time, it was finally their turn, and it was already the last batch.

"Go ahead, it's your turn."

Hearing the call of the tall and thin officer, Yang Mobai gestured to Wang Chang.

"Aren't you coming?"

Stunned for a moment, Wang Chang asked suspiciously.

"No, I didn't sign up either!"

Shaking it, Yang Mobai couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, okay!"

After thinking for a while, Wang Chang nodded, got up and prepared to go in.

"Alas, that junior, come too!"

Before Wang Chang could take two steps, the tall and thin officer at the door greeted Yang Mobai.

"Me?"

Yang Mobai pointed at himself suspiciously.

"yes, there will only be four people left anyway, plus you just five people!"

The tall and thin officer nodded as a matter of course.

"What, it's okay if I didn't sign up?"

Scratched his ears and continued to shirk to be honest Yang Mobai didn't really want to go in.

It's a pity that the eyesight of the tall and thin officer may not be so good, so he didn't understand what Yang Mobai meant, and continued to urge.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's all here, let's come together, let's go!"

didn't give Yang Mobai a chance to refuse again, and the tall and thin officer walked in directly with a few other people.

"Go in?"

After glancing back and forth, Wang Chang smiled and gave a thumbs up to the door.

"Can you not go in like this......

Glancing at Wang Chang, Yang Mobai raised his legs and walked towards the room.

……

"Boy, what's so small about this?"

As soon as he entered the door, Wang Chang couldn't help but let out a low snort.

What the senior math officer said just now was so true, Wang Chang thought that the calligraphy room behind the door was really small, but he didn't expect that at this time it was a long strip-shaped classroom, at least two study rooms were so big that they couldn't run away from Bailai!

However, the tall and thin officer did not lie to them, the calligraphy room is quite large, but there is really not much room for it, a rectangular desk is placed in a staggered manner, and there are boxes of rice paper, paints and other things randomly piled up next to it, and at this time, except for ten tables that are empty, the rest are more or less something.

casually walked to the table of a chapter in front of him, and Wang Chang gently opened the rice paper that he didn't know if it was artificially folded or picked up by the wind.

"Tsk tsk, that's a good word!"

Lifting one and touching his chin, Wang Chang put on a very insightful expression.

"What's so good?"

“……”

Yang Mobai's cold words made Wang Chang's face turn black directly.

"Don't bring such a demolition!"

"I'm sorry, just complain habitually!"

Hearing this, Yang Mobai hurriedly apologized with a smile.

"Do you understand that?"

Although Wang Chang doesn't know calligraphy, he still has the ability to observe words and colors, and the subtext of Yang Mobai's sentence just now is obviously "What kind of garbage is this writing!" ”

"Well, I know a little bit about it!"

didn't refute it, Yang Mobai reached out and flipped through the unfinished rice paper, and nodded casually.

"Tell me, tell me, what's wrong with this word, I feel like it's beautiful!"

finally caught a knowledgeable person, or his old acquaintance, how could Wang Chang let go of this opportunity to dig roots.

"He Ru Ti" strokes are clear, elegant and pleasant. The whole work is quiet and graceful, without a trace of scum. Practicing with a pen is refreshing, like iron sharpening mud, showing a kind of affirmation and calmness. Although the lines are thin, the tendons, bones, blood, and flesh are all complete. There are many side fronts in the pen, but there is no disease of flattening. The knot is long and elegant, and the traces of the official book have been completely removed. ”

Without looking at Wang Chang, Yang Mobai slowly put down the rice paper in his hand and said in a low voice.

"Good boy, is it so powerful? Sure enough, it's a layman who looks at the excitement, and an insider looks at the doorway! ”

"What do you think!"

directly interrupted Wang Chang's exclamation, and Yang Mobai explained angrily.

"I'm talking about the original work of the book saint Wang Xizhi, and this copy of the word is the book saint's "He Ru Ti"!"

"Well, how about you talk about it?"

Wang Chang suddenly realized that Wang Xizhi was familiar with him, and he was the melon baby who made him memorize the "Lanting Collection Preface".

You say that the party will be a party, eat hot pot and skewer or something, and then you can't be more elegant and listen to the little song singing and singing, people just want to give you the whole flow of water, and then what "Yonghe nine years, the age is in the ugly ......"

In other words, Wang Chang's complaint Tang Yu didn't know, otherwise he would definitely lead him to his confidant.

Think about the fear of being dominated by the prime minister back then, the fellow is so cheating, it's too unkind!

"The overall word is actually okay, but if you use calligraphy to judge, it is worthless, you look at this word, Wang Youjun is a thin word, when the muscles and bones are full, this is obviously not done, and the pen is slow, the overall artistic conception is lacking......"

"So what do you think of Wang Youjun's original post?"

Before he finished speaking, a thick baritone suddenly sounded in his ears, Yang Mobai glanced up meaningfully, and saw that the tall and thin officer was leading two students there to copy, while the other was standing aside and observing, and no one was talking to him.

Besides, that voice was obviously not owned by Wang Chang.

Yang Mobai, who was stunned for a moment, hurriedly turned around to look.

Sure enough, there was a figure standing behind him with his hands behind his back at this time.

About fifty years old, the Chinese character face, although the temples are a little white, but it is neatly combed at the back of the head. A Milan-colored training robe embroidered with a lotus flower on it.

"Hello teacher!"

You don't have to think about Yang Mobai to know that this must be a teacher, although I don't know what kind of teacher it is, but it doesn't prevent Yang Mobai from saying hello.

"Don't be so restrained, I'll just pass by, watch the door open, come in and have a look!"

The tall and thin officer who had just noticed that a teacher had come in and was about to come to greet him was signaled back by the person in front of Yang Mobai with a look.

"I just heard you judging this painting, and it's pretty good, so what do you think of the original post of the book saint?"

"The students are terrified!"

Hearing the question of the person in front of him again, Yang Mobai subconsciously confessed.

Yang Mobai dared to judge the works on the case, but when it came to judging the works of Shusheng, Yang Mobai didn't have the courage to do so.

"It's okay, just talk casually, just talk about your opinions, don't be so restrained!"

Raising his hand and patting Yang Mobai's shoulder, the teacher said with a smile.

"Uh, then I said that?"

"Say it, say it! Hehehe~"

"In fact, I think that in the original post pen paving, the line shape changes for no reason, and the shape takes the meaning of chapter grass, which is concise and bright, because of the use of origami writing, and the pen is frustrated. Although the pen is elegant, but it is a little unnatural, if the book is written with Ping Xuan, it is estimated that it should be very good, well, that's all! ”

After speaking, Yang Mobai glanced at the old teacher in front of him with a little weakness.

"Hahahaha!"