With doubts, Su Xiang followed Zheng Ruoci to the Forbidden City Museum.

As one of the top museums in China, each of the exhibits in the Palace Museum is priceless. And as the first batch of 5A-level tourist attractions, every year in the security efforts to protect these precious cultural relics, their status can not be replaced, they represent a kind of heritage and show the profundity of Chinese culture.

The two bought tickets to enter the museum exhibition hall, and Zheng Ruoci led him straight through the exhibition halls, and finally stopped in front of a booth. And Su Xiang also understood, it turned out that the calligraphy copied was the real thing.

Su Xiang looked at the well-preserved calligraphy, and said, "Mi Fu's Tiaoxi poems, is it what you want me to copy?"

Zheng Ruoci was not surprised that Su Xiang recognized this calligraphy at a glance, which was strange for a master copyist not to recognize.

She saw that Su Xiang did not have any fluctuations in his expression, and his expression was always very flat, and she felt a little relieved. Although Mi Fu's Tiaoxi poems are twice as many words as Chen Yu's grass essay, and the art of calligraphy is more difficult, for some reason, she has an inexplicable confidence in Su Xiang.

This may be the one on Su Xiang's body... Let's pretend to be a little forceful.

Zheng Ruoci said beside him, "Actually, I have a full set of photos of Tiaoxi poems, and there are also several copies of works, the reason why I take you over to see the real works is to let you better understand the artistic conception of it, I believe that copying will give you greater help...."

Su Xiang smiled and immediately said, "You're right, it's really helpful for me to copy the original work." ”

With that, he turned around and said, "Okay, let's go." ”

Zheng Ruoci was stunned for a moment, her delicate face was dazed, and she was stunned, "It's not that you mean... Did it help you a lot, why didn't you read it? It's too difficult, isn't it?"

Su Xiang glanced at her and said with a smile, "I've finished reading, I can find a place to copy." ”

“......”

Are you kidding? It's only been less than five minutes, and the whole volume of Tiaoxi poems is 35 lines, with a total of 294 characters, are you sure you are serious? Although Zheng Ruoci believes very much in Su Xiang's ability to copy calligraphy, he has not been so blind to the point of being so naïve.

"Have you really finished reading it? Don't read it carefully a few times?" Zheng Ruoci reminded with kind words.

Su wanted to know what she was thinking, he already had this calligraphy in his mind, plus his memory was not comparable to ordinary people, these hundreds of words had already been deeply remembered in his mind.

Su Xiang smiled, "Don't worry, Mi Fu's poem I have seen before, the memory is quite profound, although I dare not say that 100% of the success of copying, but there is still a great certainty." ”

Zheng Ruoci nodded, but she was still a little uneasy, but she still said, "Go to my Mobao Zhai, there are all kinds of things there, so it is convenient for you to copy." ”

Su Xiang nodded in agreement.

....

Coming to Mobaozhai again, Su Xiang followed Zheng Ruoci to the second floor.

The second floor generally only receives distinguished guests and acquaintances and friends, and the decoration and layout are very elegant.

Zheng Ruoci said, "Su Xiang, you sit down first, I'll make a cup of tea, you don't have to rush to copy it first, there are photos I took on the table, you can take a look at it again..."

Su Xiangen sighed, and immediately sat down at the desk, there were indeed some clear photos on it, he didn't look at it, but took a piece of rice paper, then dipped the pen in ink, and began to write according to the memory in his mind.

Less than 300 words, Su Xiang felt that he was coming, in one go, and the pen was like Mi Fu possessed.

Zheng Ruoci was making tea for Su Xiang on another tea table, and when she saw Su Xiang writing something, she thought she was practicing her pen. When she finished brewing a cup of tea and brought it over, Su wanted to stop writing.

She saw that the complete Tiaoxi poems had been copied by Su Xiang, and she was so surprised that she almost dropped the teacup in her hand to the ground.

Zheng Ruoci covered her mouth with her left hand and said in disbelief, "You... You're done copying, and Su wonders how the hell did you do that? You're such a genius!"

Su Xiang smiled and didn't speak, and his eyes motioned for her to take a look.

Zheng Ruoci handed the teacup to Su Xiang, and immediately his eyes fell on the rice paper on the table, staring at it without blinking.

Su Xiang took a sip from the teacup and watched quietly from the side.

After a long while, Zheng Ruoci sighed and said with a wry smile, "Su Xiang, do you know? I have found a lot of calligraphy masters to copy the Tiaoxi poems, but none of them can copy them so realistically." I actually don't believe that there is a so-called genius in this world, but you are an exception, I almost thought you were the reincarnation of Mi Fu...."

"It's not as exaggerated as you say, but it's still a little flawed compared to the real thing. Su Xiang smiled lightly.

Zheng Ruoci smiled, "Okay Su Xiang, don't be modest, although you are very young, but your attainments in calligraphy are not inferior to those calligraphers, I am very curious, Su Xiang You will not come from a certain calligraphy family, right?"

"Why? It has to be inherited?" Su Xiang smiled, and then said, "Actually, my family is in business, and calligraphy knowledge is just a hobby." ”

Zheng Ruoci glanced at him, and said, "If you say this, you will be beaten." ”

Su Xiang smiled faintly.

Zheng Ruoci finally put her mind at ease and said happily, "Su Xiang, you have done me a great favor, I must thank you well." ”

"Uh... In terms of remuneration, don't worry, although you are not short of money, but I still have to give it, besides, I will invite you to dinner in the evening, are you free?" Zheng Ruoci looked at Su Xiang, the corners of his mouth hooked up a good-looking smile, and said.

Su Xiang thought about it, and there was nothing else, so he simply agreed, eating with beautiful women is also a pleasing thing, it is much more interesting than staying at home.

....

In the evening, a Chinese restaurant.

The place chosen by Zheng Ruoci is a typical Chinese quaint style, very stylish, and more classical and elegant than those high-end Western restaurants, which is very similar to the style of ancient restaurants.

Zheng Ruoci is probably a frequent visitor here, and the boss greets her personally. The two sat across from each other, she handed a menu to Su Xiang and said, "The dishes here are all very good, look at what you like to eat..."

Su Xiang took a general look at the names of the various dishes, and the prices were not ordinarily expensive, so it was estimated that ordinary people would not dare to come here to consume.

But for Su Xiang, it's nothing.

Su thought, "Look at it, I like to eat fish, and anything else is fine." ”

Zheng Ruoci didn't shirk either, and ordered a few dishes and soup.

Then the two chatted, and Su Xiang always had a question to ask, so he said, "Sister Zheng, why do you have to copy that Tiaoxi poem?"

Zheng Ruoci is older than Su Xiang, although Su Xiang looks more mature, but he is actually a college student, so it is not an exaggeration to call Sister Zheng in the title.

Zheng Ruoci said with a smile, "In fact, this calligraphy work is given to my grandfather, in a few days is my grandfather's birthday, he is a calligrapher, Mi Fu has always been his favorite calligrapher, for Mi Fu's work is naturally obsessed, and Tiaoxi poetry is his favorite work, the real work is hopeless, I naturally want to copy a work that can be fake and real as a birthday gift to him..."

"Understood. Su Xiang bowed her head, it turned out to be a filial granddaughter, but she had a heart.

Speaking of this, Zheng Ruoci's expression suddenly moved, and she said, "Su Xiang, can I invite you to my grandfather's birthday?"