Pu Tong smiled and lifted the pen, and dropped ink in the blank space of the paper, and there was a lot of heaven and earth in one stroke, only to see the smoke and clouds lingering, the fog lost the building, the moon was bright and the moon was crossing, and it was hazy......

Well, that's just his imagination.

He really doesn't know how to write calligraphy, and he has never even touched a brush, and now Mr. Chen asks him to write a few brush words, and he is afraid of soiling such a good paper.

"Senior, I really can't write calligraphy, and I can't hold a pen."

Pu Tong naturally doesn't want to ask for hardship, and it is very important that in his eyes, paper, ink, pen and inkstone are all sacrosanct, and he is not allowed to be tarnished by a layman like him...... The cultural weight attached to these things cannot be ignored.

Isn't this just killing pigs with the Xuanyuan Sword and the Chixiao Sword? The thing doesn't mind that he doesn't know, the main thing is that he doesn't want to insult the name of these things.

But no matter how he resisted, Old Man Chen just stood there with his eyes squinted, just waiting for Pu Tong to write, breaking a situation that he didn't write today.

"Dad, you're here again, there aren't many students who can write calligraphy now......" Chen Ying paused, "If you want to see your child write, you should go to the juvenile calligraphy class." ”

Old Man Chen glanced at her, didn't say anything, just waited for Pu Tong to write.

"Grandpa, it's ugly for him to write calligraphy...... If you want to read and write, why don't I write, I learned a little bit before. ”

Yu Suan, who had been silent for a long time on the side, suddenly spoke, and her words immediately attracted everyone's attention.

She didn't think too much about it, she just saw that Pu Tong was embarrassed and wanted to help him relieve the pressure, after all, she had really learned.

Pu Tong glanced at her, he didn't know that Yu Su still had this skill, but if you think about it carefully, her family background is so good, compared with ordinary people who are tired of making a living, there will be more opportunities to develop interests and hobbies.

However, her words also succeeded in diverting the old man's attention temporarily, and his half-squinted eyes opened a few minutes, revealing a pair of slightly cloudy eyes.

Chen Tai only then noticed that this little girl who was traveling with him came, just now he was patronizing Putong, and now if he takes a closer look, both of them look very good, quite a bit of talent and beauty.

"The little girl has studied, how long has she studied?"

"One and a half months ......" Yu Suyun was a little embarrassed, practicing calligraphy was too boring, and she didn't stick to it at the beginning.

Practicing calligraphy requires patience, and it is only through persistent practice that the level of calligraphy will gradually improve, but this process is very long, and most people fall on the road to perseverance.

"It's a pity ......"

Chen Tai sighed when he heard this, in today's fast-paced era, even taking the skill certificate is extremely fast, how many people can calm down and practice calligraphy?

Many young people have become accustomed to today's fast lifestyle, and it is difficult for them to sit down and practice this boring calligraphy study......

For many people, repetitive practice is a kind of shackle, and there will be resistance to the waste of time!

As a result, calligraphy, which has been precipitated for thousands of years, slowly began to be unnoticed.

He secretly hurt himself, but turned his head to look in the direction of Pu Tong.

"Write two words and I'll see!"

Yu Yunjun gritted his teeth, this old gentleman is really persistent, he said everything in vain with what he just said, isn't this back to the original point?

"Senior, I'm afraid my three-legged cat kung fu will insult your pen and paper......"

Pu Tong glanced at the white and translucent rice paper on the case, and he didn't dare to imagine how much he ruined the atmosphere by writing two deformed characters.

"Those calligraphy masters don't practice word by word, if they are afraid of the ugliness of writing at the beginning and dare not write, where are there so many calligraphy masters?"

Chen Tai frowned, this guy is a young man, how can he do things so gently? There is no youthful vigor at all.

His words meant something different to Chen Ying's ears, although the meaning was not obvious, but her father obviously put the starting point of Pu Tong and the calligraphy master together.

Could it be that he wanted to......

"Okay then."

What else can Pu Tong say, the owner of the pen and paper doesn't mind, then of course he doesn't mind.

He moved to the desk and looked down at the white paper, and the guilt in his heart was even worse, it was a pity that such a good paper was about to be ruined by himself.

In other words, how should the brush be held?

Pu Tong sat down decently, picked up the slender and elegant brush very carefully, and began to try to hold the pen.

Yu Yunyun looked at this scene and shook his head, his clumsy posture was completely untouched, he hadn't even touched the brush, how could he talk about writing......

No eyes, no eyes.

Looking at it, the wrinkles on Chen Tai's forehead also deepened a little, he thought that this kid was a layman, but he didn't think that he was such a layman.

Forget if you haven't eaten pork, you haven't even seen a pig run.

"It's supposed to be this position."

Pu Tong remembered that the posture of holding the brush seemed to be almost like this, so he picked up the pen awkwardly and began to consider what to write.

"Don't get in the way, just write a few words." Chen Tai walked up to him, straightened his waist, and helped him adjust his correct posture.

"The head should be straight, the body should be straight, the arms should be open and the feet should be safe, and the pen should be vertically ......"

Yu Kun and Chen Ying watched blankly from the side, and only then did they realize what Old Man Chen meant.

He wanted to take in the apprentices.

Many people think that learning calligraphy is to bury their heads in hard writing, but in fact it is not, a calligraphy font, structure, penmanship, etc., must be thought and perceived in order to make real progress. The so-called high talent refers to good understanding, and good understanding is nothing more than strong thinking ability and analytical ability.

The old man wanted to see Pu Tong write a few words, but he actually wanted to see his talent.

The two also leaned over to see what Pu Tong could write.

Pu Tong maintained the correct posture, he only felt uncomfortable, and he was not stupid, which would also understand what this old-timer meant.

Although Chen Ying did not focus on the introduction, but Chen seniors are afraid that they are not small in calligraphy, and now he is old, but he can only watch the calligraphy skills gradually fall lonely, so he has the idea of collecting apprentices to pass on his art.

So why did you choose him? It can't be his bones, right......

"That, then I wrote it!"

"Write it."

Chen Tai actually wants to see if Pu Tong has talent, although some people are also beginners but they are very fast, this kind of person obviously has a talent for calligraphy, but I don't know if this kid has it.

Pu Tong sighed, so far, if it's ugly, it's ugly, don't laugh at him.

He didn't know much about penmanship, so he could only try it with the skill of writing fountain pen characters, but he soon learned that the two were very different and had little similarity.

The first word has no beauty at all, but Pu Tong writes very seriously, but it is not difficult to recognize, this is an "old" word.

Chen Ying shook her head silently, although she is not a master of calligraphy, she has a calligrapher father, and she has naturally had some insight since she was a child...... He can't do that.

Soon Pu Tong began to write the second word, this character has a lot of strokes, this is the first time he has used a brush, and it is simply bloated and unsightly.

It can be vaguely seen that this is a Ji word.

Chen Ying was stunned, if she remembered correctly, the meaning of this word should be "good horse".

Lao Ji? A very old horse?

She couldn't help but think of the old man next to her, excellent but old and frail, and always felt that this word was implying him.

What does this kid want to do, isn't he just writing a few words, why did he start insinuating others?

I don't know if the old man will be angry if he is compared to an old horse, she glanced at her father and found that he was also watching with interest, and he didn't mean to be angry.

Soon, Pu Tong finished writing the first four words, and Lao Ji was in wait.

The old horse leaned in front of the manger, long since he lost his previous spirit, quite a bit of the sadness of the twilight of the hero, think about it carefully, isn't this the portrayal of Old Man Chen now?

Chen Tai held his breath for a while, and he felt a feeling of panic...... Perhaps he seems to others to be leisurely, but only he knows what is the difference between him alone in the yard and the old horse leaning in front of the manger?

When he thought of it, he couldn't help but feel a little more sorrowful, and smiled bitterly.

Chen Ying also noticed that the old man's state was wrong, but the words of the other people had not been finished yet, and she didn't have much to say, so she could only look down patiently.

Pu Tong continued to put pen to paper and wrote an ambitious word again.

She didn't understand what it meant, she just thought it was still ugly...... It's not just this word that doesn't work, the first four words can't be written, and the five words can't work.

"Are your hands sore?"

Yu Sujun suffered the loss of being uneducated, and she didn't know what Ji and Fang meant, but she noticed that Pu Tong's hand holding the pen was already shaking.

She doesn't care about those who have it or not, she only cares about whether Pu Tong is tired or not.

"Finish writing ...... right away" Pu Tong gradually mastered the skills of exerting force, and quickly finished writing the rest of the part.

Lao Ji is in the woods, and his ambitions are thousands of miles.

(End of chapter)