The classroom was remarkably quiet.

It's been a long time.

People seem to be sitting in a time shuttle, returning to the dusty ancient battlefield, and some seem to have returned to the Athenian bookstore with clear windows.

Tian Hong's eyes, an action of brewing ink, or a posture of laying rice paper are endlessly evocative, it is a wonderful artistic conception, it is an ethereal state, and it is a kind of pause that lifts weight......

Minute by minute.

People couldn't see Tian Hong's words, but they were completely controlled by Tian Hong's rhythm and even breathing.

"Boom!"

Tian Hong put the brush on the pen stand, making a sonorous sound of the sword entering the sheath, making people feel their hearts beating, and they woke up suddenly, only to find that Tian Hong had finished.

"Teacher, I'm done." Tian Hong was respectful.

"Good...... Good ......."

Teacher Jiang was a little incoherent, but he kept saying yes, walked to the front of the lectern, and carefully stroked the yellowed inferior rice paper with his hand, and his hands trembled slightly inexplicably.

"Teacher Jiang, can you give the students a look?" Su Manman couldn't see the words, so he was naturally a little unconvinced.

"Of course, of course...... Mo Lan, Zhao Xinxiang, you two come up for a moment...... Yes, both hands, yes...... Lift up, be careful, be careful......"

Mr. Jiang called two girls with gentle personalities to go up, and asked the two of them to lift this calligraphy work, with a nervous expression, for fear that the two girls would damage this calligraphy work......

The classroom, which had been a head-to-ear classroom, suddenly became unusually quiet.

Although most people don't know how to write calligraphy, there are still basic levels of appreciation, such as neat handwriting, beautiful strokes, reasonable layout, and so on.

This is a song "Out of the Stopper" by Yang Su, the founding general of the Sui Dynasty:

Mo Nan Hu is not empty, and Han will return to Rong. The flying fox goes out of the north, and the stone refers to Liaodong. The champion is in the sea, and the wind is long.

The clouds and tigers fell into battle, hugging the dragon city rainbow. Rampant thousands of miles away, Hu Yun has been poor for a hundred years. The stars of the soldiers' sleep are falling, and the battle is solved by the moon.

Yan Qi breathed the night fight, and the horns roared the bow. The north wind hissed the horses, and the frost cut the Saihong. Xiuming Avenue cums, and the secluded day is the same.

Fang went to Chang'an Mansion and came to Jianzhang Palace.

This is a pair of regular script, students can easily see that this calligraphy is good, but can not be appreciated with an artistic eye, naturally, the eyes fell on Mr. Jiang's body, but Mr. Jiang's eyes are fixed on the words, and his eyes are full of fanatical light.

"Teacher Jiang, this is just a very ordinary regular script, I don't know if there is a mystery, please advise." It was Sumanman who attacked first.

"Okay, I'll introduce to you, this is General Yang Su's "Out of the Stopper", I think you have already seen it, this poetic conception will be said later, here, I will first introduce you to the calligraphy of the Sui Dynasty, the calligraphy of the Sui Dynasty is based on the inscription, which is the most important relic of the calligraphy of the Sui Dynasty. Qing Ye Changchi's "Language Stone" commented on the Sui stele and said: "The Sui stele inherits six generations and the three Tang dynasties, from the small seal and eight points tend to be subordinate, and the ingenuity and strength are both, and the gods change, and they do not deviate from the rules." After the cover is dangerous, it is gradually like a frank Yi, and in the neatness, it is still Rao Hun Gu, the ancient law is not dead, the essence has been leaked, Tang Ou, Yu, Chu, Xue, Xu, Li, Yan, Liu Zhujia are all exquisite, and this is a key to ancient and modern calligraphy. That is to say, the inscription of the Sui Dynasty is still in the transition from subordinate to Kai, but it has gradually gotten rid of the dangerous characteristics of 'subordinate and dense', and it is more of a neat and upright regular script style, and the Tang Kai precedent......"

It can be said that Tian Hong's calligraphy almost resurrected the calligraphy of the Sui Dynasty in his hands. Quiet and muslim, with a dignified demeanor; It is both peaceful and peaceful, but also graceful and charming. The body of the book is square, the calligraphy and painting are very strong and powerful, it looks a little thin and hard, but there is flesh and blood, and the weight is light with the pen, with the demeanor of the Six Dynasties, and it is very charming...... Compared with the monuments of the Six Dynasties, Tian Hong's characters are very 'thin'. Therefore, from this point of view, it is the artistic characteristics of the late Sui and early Tang Kaifa to use the pen to be 'thin and hard', and to be equipped with the law......"

Mr. Jiang's explanation is extremely detailed, and between his words and demeanors, he admires what Tian Hong can say, and almost everyone can see that he is always in a state of extreme excitement, and when explaining, his fingers are careful not to touch the rice paper, which shows how deeply he attaches importance to this calligraphy work.

"Tian Hong, can I give this calligraphy work to Mr. Jiang?" After Mr. Jiang's explanation, he looked at Tian Hong with a look of hope.

"If the teacher likes it, of course he can." Tian Hong is not arrogant because of Mr. Jiang's admiration, and he still looks respectful.

"Thank you, thank you......" Mr. Jiang was overjoyed, and hurriedly and carefully sandwiched the work between several blank rice papers and rolled it up, as if it was a priceless treasure.

After getting Tian Hong's calligraphy works, Mr. Jiang didn't seem to have any intention of teaching, and after assigning some homework casually, he spread out the calligraphy works a little bit to figure out and appreciate, and sometimes got carried away and danced, as if he was going crazy......

"Tian Hong, I didn't expect your handwriting to be so good." Su Manman poked Tian Hong's arm with a pen and asked, "When did you practice calligraphy?" ”

"Three years old." Tian Hong was a little ashamed, he was not interested in calligraphy, and said perfunctorily.

"Wow...... You learned at the age of three, and the teacher who taught you must be famous, right? Su Manman asked excitedly.

"It's very famous, Ziyang real ......" Tian Hong counted the exits, and immediately knew that something was wrong, but unfortunately it was difficult to collect it.

"Ziyang Zhenren?" Su Manman was really dumbfounded, and looked at Tian Hong with a pair of watery eyes.

He ...... He gave himself the name ......"

"Oh...... No wonder, Tian Hong, Mr. Jiang is a member and director of the Central South Calligraphy Association, and he is very influential in the Chinese calligraphy circle, he dismissed you like this, you are proud ......" A trace of jealousy flashed on Su Manman's face.

"I don't like to write." Tian Hong honestly said his psychological thoughts.

"Hmph, I don't like to write so well......" Su Manman snorted, but seeing that Tian Hong was not complacent, the look of jealousy on his face was much less.

......Tian Hong was speechless, writing calligraphy was a part of his life in the past, and he had to copy a large number of monastic exercise books every day, for him, writing better than modern people is not a thing to be proud of.

"Okay, I'll teach you to play basketball, you have to teach me to write calligraphy, don't hide your secrets!" Su Manman pinched Tian Hong's arm, looking rude.

"Why do girls like to pinch their arms?" Tian Hong frowned.

"Who else is pinching you?" Su Manman's face changed dramatically.

"A lot."

“……”

Su Manman paused fiercely, his face turned red, turned his head, and ignored Tian Hong anymore, which made Tian Hong have an inexplicable feeling, he didn't know when he offended this rude girl again, of course, he didn't bother to take it to heart, he was about to take physics class, he was more interested in physics class.

"What did you take?" Su Manman couldn't help it after all, turned his head and glanced at Tian Hong, and found that Tian Hong was holding some stones and wooden strips in his hand.

"Perpetual motion machine." Tian Hong naturally wouldn't say that this was some of the materials for the Emperor's Ghost Devouring Array.

"Perpetual motion machine?!"

"Well, perpetual motion machines, through these things, as long as they don't destroy their structure, can make them produce eternal energy." Speaking of this, Tian Hong's interest was immediately full, and he explained Su Manman in detail.

"Haha...... Ha ha...... Won't you tell me that these few broken stones and broken wood can create a perpetual motion machine that has been overthrown by countless scientists and can never appear, right?! Su Manman covered his mouth and giggled, laughing to the back, and the roots of his neck and ears were red.

Tian Hong looked at the smiling face like a flower and jade, and couldn't help but forget to answer, and his mind wandered for a while......

……

ps: It broke out for a few days, and there was no movement on the red ticket......