After making up his mind, Su Hang turned around, and after a short period of deliberation, he selected Wang Xizhi's book and began to write.

"Green is taken from blue, and green is blue; Ice, water for it, and cold for water. The wooden straight rope is mixed with a wheel, and its curve is in the rules. Although there is violence, those who do not stand up will be mixed with it. Therefore, the wood is straight, the gold is sharpened, and the gentleman is erudite and the day is self-conscious, and there is no fault in knowing and doing. ”

I was punished for not being able to write it silently, but this time it was different.

I don't know why the memory is unusually clear, and with the calligraphy that has been practiced over the years after laying the foundation since childhood, Su Hang only feels that there is no hindrance after the pen, and the clouds are smooth.

When Su Hang began to write, Meng Wenkang, who was originally strained in his face, quickly soothed his expression, and unconsciously put down his hands behind his back, leaned over and looked carefully.

His expression gradually turned to surprise.

Meng Wenkang is also a calligraphy lover, and he is very proud of his beautiful board book every day, so when he saw a series of lines of calligraphy fonts written smoothly by a teenager, he quickly recognized that this was ...... Wang Xizhi!

It is not uncommon for young people to copy Wang Youjun.

However, because of his deep understanding of calligraphy, Meng Wenkang can feel that his student's font is not at all jerky and rigid when he is a teenager of his age studying calligraphy.

The most difficult part of calligraphy is also in 'Qi Yun'!

Too many people, who have practiced calligraphy all their lives, are just moving around within the framework of the previous generation of calligraphers, and they can't figure out anything of their own.

The young man in front of him is only sixteen years old!

How can it be?

While Meng Wenkang was puzzled, in the classroom, the eyes of the boys and girls also fell on Su Hang, not to mention the comparison with the other two stupid melons who were directly stuck there, but also in ...... Su's handwriting is so beautiful!

Although it is a layman's view, calligraphy that has reached a certain level, that kind of beauty, like all the beautiful things in this world, can make people instinctively happy in the process of appreciation.

Therefore, in just a paragraph of more than 70 words, "Persuasion", when Su Hang finished writing it quickly, I don't know who it was, and suddenly let out a small sigh.

How is it over?

Go on!

In a moment of regret, Su Hang's follow-up action made everyone who had just been a little lost lift their spirits again.

It's not over.

At the end of his own paragraph, Su Hang also felt unfinished, perhaps it was this special artistic conception of 'not knowing that he was a guest in his dream' that made him play extraordinarily, and he felt that when he woke up, he should no longer have the feeling of the moment.

Just like Wang Xizhi, he rewrote "Orchid Pavilion Preface" several times afterwards, but he failed to surpass his original.

Since that's the case, let's move on.

Glancing at He Xinlei, who was standing beside him with chalk, Su Hang walked over, gently squeezed away the same table, and wiped off a few ghost drawings left by someone with his hands at will.

"I try to think all day long, it is better to learn what I have to learn; I try to look at it, it is better to climb the heights of the broad. ”

“……”

"A gentleman is not different, and he is good at things."

This paragraph is nearly 100 words, some are long, and it is regular script, Su Hang wrote much slower, but there was no lag at all, it was still as smooth as water, and even immersed in it, I enjoyed this feeling very much, and even some things I forgot.

Under the podium, seeing that Su Hang finished writing his own paragraph, and wrote it for He Xinlei in a blink of an eye, some people couldn't help but open their mouths wide.

Can it still be like this?

However, everyone soon found out that this regular script seems to be more beautiful than the previous book.

Seeing Su Hang writing silently for himself, especially after discovering Su Hang's beautiful handwriting, He Xinlei, who has also gotten along very well over the past year, was not ashamed, but took advantage of the class teacher's inattention, squeezed his eyebrows and winked at the audience, and looked proud of my glory at the same table.

On the other side of the podium, Su Hang continued, Meng Wenkang not only did not stop him, but also subconsciously stepped forward, helped his glasses, observed for a while, and another name also appeared in his mind: Liu Gongquan.

Yan muscles and willow bones.

is different from the publicity of Wang Xi's trip just now, what Meng Wenkang saw this time was a kind of restraint, a kind of calm accumulation that should not appear in the young man in front of him.

After twisting his body and looking at it for a long time, his body was a little stiff, Meng Wenkang moved, and by the way, he turned his head to look at the audience, and his students all looked up one by one, without the initial laughter or schadenfreude, and some of the girls also widened their eyes, with obvious admiration in their expressions.

I can't help but smile.

These students, especially girls, should prefer Liu Kai, because, aside from the internal rhyme, in the eyes of many people, Liu Kai's font looks very delicate, and it is more pleasing to the eye than Wang Xizhi's calligraphy.

on the podium.

After the second paragraph was written, Su Hang himself was also very satisfied, and he stepped back slightly as if no one was around, and Gu Zi admired it for a moment.

Immediately, look at the fat man Li Yifei on the side, then there is a beginning and an end.

Again, squeeze someone out of the way and start the third paragraph.

Just two paragraphs, like drinking, have already made Su Hang pass the slightly drunk stage, he is not a person who likes to get drunk, and he has no idea of continuing, so he took advantage of the situation to change to a font that can be completed faster.

Cursive.

"Mountains of soil are accumulated, and wind and rain are prosperous; The water becomes an abyss, and the dragon is born; Accumulate goodness into virtue, and the gods are self-satisfied, and the sacred heart is prepared. ”

“……”

"Crab six kneels and two claws, there is no one to sustenance in the cave of the non-snake eel, and the heart is restless."

Even if there is only one back, after changing the cursive script, the arbitrariness of Su Hang's rapid pen movement also made many boys and girls in the classroom feel a strong touch, and they can't wait to follow Su Hang to sway together.

Meng Wenkang also stepped forward again, unconsciously put one hand on the lectern, followed and looked, and soon got another name from the young man's cursive font.

Waisu.

Caosheng Huaisu, together with Zhang Xu, is called 'upside down'.

Meng Wenkang, who had turned from initial surprise and confusion to admiration and emotion, couldn't help but think while looking at it, what the hell is going on?

Wang Xizhi, Liu Gongquan, Huaisu.

Three famous calligraphers in history, a teenager, can write so well!

I didn't notice it before.

A little recalling the handwriting of Suzhou and Hangzhou in the past year, this student should have practiced calligraphy since he was a child, and the font is beautiful, however, it cannot reach today's level in any case.

Could it be that the daily paper homework is too limited and cannot be brought into play?

If you don't understand, you can only see it.

It's a pity.

This kid...... If you have this ability, why didn't you say it earlier?

The first year of high school is coming to an end, and when the second year of high school is completed, the arts and sciences will be divided into different classes...... Alas, I don't know if I can take him again. Although the school results of Suzhou and Hangzhou are only in the middle of the class ranking, with this ability and targeted training, they may be able to break into a famous hall in the future.

When the time comes, I, as a teacher, will be able to have a light on my face!

When Meng Wenkang's thoughts were flying, Su Hang quickly finished writing the last paragraph.

There was no more whispering in the classroom, only the whirring of a few fans overhead.

However, if there was a barrage of barrage on video sites that would have been in the air, it would have been full of words like 'so cool', 'so handsome', 'these words are so beautiful', and 'I want to replace them'.

They are all in their prime, and if possible, who wouldn't want to make such a splash in front of their peers?

But......

Just look at the three kinds of board books on the blackboard, just one font, Su Hang is not the only one in the class who has practiced calligraphy, however, three in a row, and they are all written so well, I am afraid that the whole school will not be able to find a second one.

The head teacher, Mr. Meng, is only good at one line of books every day.

Moreover, it seems that the writing is obviously not as good as the first paragraph of Suzhou and Hangzhou.

In the atmosphere of quiet on the surface but restless inside, Su Hang has turned around. Looking at the table mate who quietly gave him a thumbs up, as well as the fat man Li Yifei with an envious expression, Su Hang threw the remaining chalk head in his hand back to the lectern, and looked at a mushroom after the rain that was still high-spirited.

The drunken mood gradually dissipated, and Su Hang began to realize one thing.

All this, as if it were not a dream!

Over the years, when we no longer look forward to the future, it is inevitable that we will recall the past more, think about it day and night. However, similar dreams in the past are usually very jumpy and vague, one moment in the school playground, the next moment may be in a foreign country.

It can't be so clear and continuous.

It is so clear that even the memory is sharpened, and it is continuous until the blackboard calligraphy is written without interruption.

This is not normal.

So......

Could it be that all this is true?

Su Hang was hesitating, Meng Wenkang turned from the other side of the lectern, looked at the last paragraph of cursive writing at close range, sighed a few times, turned around and patted the student on the shoulder with his back to him, and said patiently and gently: "The calligraphy is good, go back to your seat, the final exam will be right away, and you will be more attentive recently, but don't sleep." ”

The real touch of being patted on the shoulder, as well as the faint smell of tobacco from the head teacher, made Su Hang more sure.

It's true.

I really went back to 1995, back to the distant 16 years old, back to the former high school class.

Su Hang also knows, according to certain professional terms.

It's called ......

Rebirth!

I, Su Hang, was reborn.

The head teacher behind him spoke again, turned to the other two who were called to the stage before, and his tone was no longer so polite: "You two should go back too, don't take it as an example." ”

As soon as the head teacher's voice fell, He Xinlei and Li Yifei shrank their heads together and walked off the podium together, and quickly returned to their seats, as if they were worried that they would be stopped by Teacher Meng again if they took a slow step.

Behind him was gently pushed down again, Su Hang was no longer in a daze, and hurriedly followed off the podium, and returned to his seat amid the continuous attention of the whole class.

As soon as he sat down, He Xinlei, who was hiding behind the book with his head buried on the side, covered his mouth with his hand and whispered: "Su Hang, it's too good, I haven't found it at the same table for a year, hiding so deeply, you are a sweeping monk!" ”

Although he has cultivated himself for many years, Su Hang, who is still inevitably in a mood at the moment, just smiled and looked around again.

The three paragraphs of text on the blackboard have not disappeared, and the surrounding eyes are still accompanied by whispering gazes, as well as the western slanting sun on a summer evening, the mottled classroom walls, and the continuous whirring of fans overhead, which always makes people worry about falling.

All this allowed Su Hang not to pinch himself a few times in an old-fashioned way, and he confirmed again that it was all true.

Really reborn.

After sending the three students away, Meng Wenkang admired Su Hang's board book again for a while, and then reluctantly turned around. I happened to notice the blackboard newspaper at the back of the classroom, and in comparison, the font on the blackboard was too ordinary, it was simply an eyesore.

So he looked at a girl in the second row of the audience: "Nuan Porcelain, you and Su Hang discuss it, and update the blackboard newspaper in the back tomorrow." ”

When the head teacher said this, the classroom suddenly became agitated again.

Tao Nuanci can paint, is the propaganda committee of the third class of the first year of high school, and is mainly responsible for the blackboard newspaper at the back of the classroom every day.

That's not the point.

The problem is that whether it is in the class or outside the class, whether it is in the lower grade or the upper grade, this year, not to mention all kinds of straightforward pursuits, even if it is to say a few more words to this school flower, it is the dream of many boys.

The head teacher is simply taking the initiative to match!

Lao Meng, when did you change your career to be a matchmaker?

Many of the boys in the classroom were looking at a girl expectantly.

Refuse!

Reject Lao Meng!

How can the blackboard newspaper be rewritten, it will be rewritten.,It was only updated yesterday.。

However, to the disappointment, a nice crisp female voice soon sounded: "Okay, Teacher Meng." ”

What made some boys want to cover their hearts even more was that Tao Nuanci was talking, and he turned his head to look at a certain guy.

Few people noticed that Tan Xiaolei in the first row also turned his head, but the expression of the first class was a little gloomy. Because the blackboard newspaper that the class teacher wants to update is usually written by him, the representative of the Chinese class, and a certain propaganda committee member.

Meng Wenkang on the podium did not pay attention to the reaction of the first in his class, but looked at the northeast corner of the classroom: "Su Hang, do you have a problem?" ”

Su Hang raised his head, just right at the beautiful face of Tao Nuan porcelain in the front row, and waited for a certain girl to make a brief eye contact with him and quickly turned around, then raised his eyes again and nodded to the head teacher: "Teacher Meng, I'm fine." ”

Meng Wenkang was very satisfied, and was about to say something more, when suddenly a bell rang.

Jingle Bell ......

Jingle Bell ......

Jingle Bell ......

Raising his wrist and looking at his watch, Meng Wenkang instructed a few words not to wipe the board book behind him, and let everyone think about it carefully for reference in the self-study tomorrow morning before announcing the end of class.