Mu Zhengyang smiled slightly, looked up at the sky and said, "It's eight o'clock in the morning, you can observe here first, and I'll go back to the academy to get you an umbrella!"

Liu Lihua stayed in the academy for half an hour and went down the mountain, and yesterday she discussed with Mu Dahai about opening a winery, and there were still a lot of details to be discussed.

Mu Zhengyang looked at the time in the courtyard, estimated that his mother should have arrived home, took out two umbrellas from the warehouse, walked to the edge of the hillside in front of the academy, and gave one to Zhao Shiran.

At this time.

The white clouds were hidden, the black clouds were surging, the birds in the forest were flying low, and there were bursts of 'boom' thunder.

Zhao Shiran looked at the unpredictable celestial phenomena in surprise, the sun came out when he went up the mountain, and there was no sign of rain, but his teacher had already said about taking an umbrella in the past an hour and a half ago, and suspected that this kind of secluded people in the mountains had some special skills, so he asked: "Teacher, how did you know that it would rain! Could it be that you watched the sky at night last night and knew that it would rain at nine o'clock this morning?"

Watching the sky at night?

This kind of sassy operation, Mu Zhengyang has not yet learned.

But the weather forecast that comes with his mobile phone browser is still very accurate, especially the weather in the last day or two, what time the sun rises, what time does it rain, how many levels of wind blows, and from which direction it comes, all of which are clearly displayed.

Mu Zhengyang smiled: "It seems that you don't have the habit of looking at the weather forecast!"

"It's actually the weather forecast ......", Zhao Shiran was disappointed, and said casually and enthusiastically, "Since it will rain heavily soon, let's go back to the academy! My grandfather praised your calligraphy for having the style of 'willow bone and face rhyme', which is a must in the calligraphy world, take this opportunity to let me open my eyes!"

"Don't worry, you are really lucky, the first day you come to the academy to learn calligraphy, you will get the right time and place, let's appreciate the calligraphy of nature together!"

Mu Zhengyang's eyes were also full of anticipation, as if he was waiting for something to come.

"You asked me to observe these trees just to appreciate nature's calligraphy?"

Zhao Shiran seemed to understand the reason why Mu Zhengyang asked her to observe the tree, but she didn't see the reason for looking at it for an hour and a half.

Mu Zhengyang nodded and said, "It's here!"

A flash of lightning exploded, like a hole in the heavenly river.

The thunderclap was like a trumpet of a charge, and the downpour poured on Tiannan Mountain desperately.

The wind rolls up, and the silver snake dances.

Under the fierce attack of the storm, the trees under the hillside seemed to be bent down by the thunder that smashed down, but then they straightened up again, and then there was a loud bang, which seemed to throw the thunder back into the deep valley!

Trees of all sizes stand in a standing posture to withstand storms, thunder and lightning, and in the collision, in the injury or collapse, but also let the thunderstorm taste the taste of the tree!

In the haze, in the deafening thunder, a tree suddenly fell to the east, suddenly to the west, suddenly bent, suddenly firm, suddenly mopping the ground, and suddenly piercing the sky......

Mu Zhengyang was holding an umbrella, and the clothes on his body were still wet, but he didn't care, and said to Zhao Shiran: "Do you understand?"

Zhao Shiran's clothes were also wet, but his mind was immersed in this hillside, his heart was beating violently, he suddenly thought of something, and shouted excitedly: "These trees are like a pen, a pen that has just been tightened and released, just moved and skimmed! This flying pen is shrunk and unkempt in the storm, it is Zhang Xu's and Huaisu's pen! They are crazy! They are upside down!"

The thunder is still exploding, the wind is still blowing, the rain is still falling, the trees are still raging, and they are still writing!

In the hazy smoke and rain, the trees that look like the head of a pen and a human head, like a stumbling tree, like Zhang Xu, who is very drunk and yells when he is drunk, and dips his head into ink to write!

And those rumbling thunders that landed on the ground seemed to be thrown from the air by Zhang Xu when he was writing!

The thunder is still exploding, the wind is still blowing, the rain is still falling, and the strong and healthy tree is still raging and writing!

Zhao Shiran stared at the mountains of trees and strong branches, like a frightened snake wandering in the water, like a shower whirlwind flying around, unrestrained and changeable.

In the majestic momentum, it reflects the dangerous and toned knots, revealing some pen marks, some ink, and some lines, which makes people fascinated by the world of Huaisu's calligraphy works.

The thunder faded away, the torrential rain subsided, and the wind weakened.

Ink clouds piled up in the distance of the sky, and the gray and hazy sky lit up in the wind.

The whole mountain came out of the thunder, the wind and the rain, and the warm sunlight came out again.

Zhao Shiran fell into a state of enlightenment, and the scenes of the trees fighting against the thunder and lightning storm appeared in his mind, and Zhang Diansu's true intention wanted to erupt in his chest.

Mu Zhengyang knew that Zhao Shiran should have comprehended the form and meaning of Zhang Dian's madness, but in fact, the essence of grass is not the insolence on the surface, but more from the inner 'quietness' and 'emptiness'.

If you want to make the style of the work out of the cheesy and extraordinary, only the mood can be presented!

Su Shi has a sentence in "Sending the Counselor", 'Silence is the cause of the group movement, and the emptiness is the end of the ten thousand realms'.

Can an impetuous and snobbish heart be free and gallop freely? Emotions can't be specialized, can ink be smooth? God can't be condensed, and the pen can be crazy?

Only by letting the pen and ink be hearty and the lines change at will, can it be completed in the indulgence of love.

Mu Zhengyang knew that Zhao Shiran had done his best, and what was left was a realm, which was indeed too early for Zhao Shiran.

Zhao Shiran came back to her senses from the state of enlightenment, the heavy rain came and went quickly, but in this short half an hour, although her teacher did not tell her anything about calligraphy, she understood the true meaning of Zhang Dian in a more intuitive way.

It may take her ten, twenty, or even more years to comprehend this true meaning.

Zhao Shiran was grateful to Mu Zhengyang from the bottom of his heart, and bowed down to Mu Zhengyang respectfully and said, "Thank you, teacher!"

doesn't say much, but every word is sincere, from this moment on, she regards Mu Zhengyang as her real teacher and a lifelong teacher!

Mu Zhengyang smiled indifferently: "Thank you for what I am doing? I just accompanied you in a rain! If you want to thank you, thank you for the mountains full of trees, thank you for the storm just now!"

Zhao Shiran smiled mysteriously and said: "Teacher, you said before that you were an amateur and had no teacher, but in fact, I have never believed it! But I suddenly discovered your mystery just now, just like Zhang Xu saw the princess and the porter competing to pass by and had an epiphany of the artistic conception of cursive penmanship, and watched Gongsun Auntie dance the sword and understand the god of cursive penmanship! Teacher, you must be a teacher of nature, and then comprehend the mystery of calligraphy!"

Mu Zhengyang smiled, noncommittal, and said: "The clothes are wet, I will go to the yard to make a fire and dry the clothes, so as not to get sick and catch a cold." ”