The words on the rice paper are somewhat similar to Jiang Li's lines, but they are only similar.

It can be seen that the old man wants to write a comfortable and broad structure, and he writes it, but he does not show that majestic atmosphere, but it seems to have a plump wind.

"Dad, your word almost doesn't mean anything, the pen is not atmospheric enough, the structure is a little stiff, and the writing is too fat."

Lin Xuemin glanced at him, then looked at the words on the paper, dipped it in ink, and wrote it again, "Like this?" ”

Lin Luo shook his head, "No, no, you're fatter, besides, why do you want to write Youzi, this character has a fat structure, you can't grasp it, you write it simply." ”

Lin Xuemin looked up at the ceiling, recalled and wrote another play, "What about this?" ”

"Still no, the pen of the hook in your play is a little sharp, the edge is too strong, this word is about having a sharp edge, but you must hide the sharpness, and you can't expose the edge. This is writing a play, not asking you to write a play. ”

There is a sharp edge, but you have to hide the sharpness, and you can't show the edge?

Lin Xuemin frowned and didn't know how to put down the pen, so he simply handed the brush forward, "Come on, come on, don't just say, the pen is for you, you write, I'll see how you write." ”

"I write what I write."

Lin Luo was not polite at all, and took the brush, "Dad, you point to the side and move the ground for me." ”

The old man silently moved out of the way, ready to see how he performed, with a small mouth, talking one set after another, but just the kung fu of the mouth, what level is he, can I still know?

Holding the brush in his right hand, Lin Luo stretched out his left hand to habitually lift his sleeve and lifted it empty, but he felt uncomfortable if he didn't mention it, so he had to pinch it in the air, hang his wrist, and find an open space on the rice paper.

For more than ten years, he is familiar with the emperor's line, how to lift the pen, how to pause the pen, how to ink, are all clear in the chest.

Between the lines, the four words of the rules of the game fell on the paper.

After writing and stopping the pen, Lin Luo looked down at the four words, quite satisfied, "Dad, see no, you have to write like this, it's not okay to write like you, it's not right to write and move the pen, you still have to practice." ”

Lin Xuemin ignored him, he was shocked by the short four words, he stared at those four words for a long time, and then raised his head to look at Lin Luo, "This is what you wrote?" ”

"I didn't write it, but it could have been written by a ghost?"

Maybe it was written by a ghost.

Lin Xuemin thought in his heart, feeling that this son seemed to be possessed by a ghost, when did this kid learn such a hand.

He stared at the four words and looked at them, "The words on the wooden sign are also ...... No, it's not you, your words are a little less charming, and you don't have that momentum. ”

Lin Luo didn't say this for the time being, just with this calligraphy, he dared to say that it was at least ninety percent similar to Jiang Li's words.

But the momentum... People are the emperor, the pen is the world, the pen is the country, and the words are naturally with a momentum.

Scientifically speaking, Jiang Li is a woman, her wrist strength is congenitally insufficient, and her calligraphy is very majestic.

This is used with great strength, and the muscles and bones of calligraphy are more clear, and there is naturally momentum when it falls on paper.

As a man, he can imitate the structure of the pen, but he can't master the strength of holding the pen.

"Dad, don't think about the momentum, you can't write this thing after pondering it for a lifetime, you just practice according to me, practice me so that you can become a teacher."

“.....”

Lin Xuemin's eyebrows jumped, and half of his mood for practicing calligraphy suddenly disappeared, so that he, a father, practiced his son's calligraphy, and didn't say that the light was not glorious, just said who practiced calligraphy and practiced the rules of the game.

After practicing, I'm embarrassed to hang it on the wall.

"You write a few more ones, and I'll see."

"Okay, then I'll write you a heavenly reward."

Lin Luo was not ambiguous, and wrote down the four big characters of heaven's reward for diligence, Lin Xuemin carefully observed beside him, these four words can be practiced and hung on the wall.

When Lin Luo finished writing, he stared at it for a while, raised his hand and pushed his glasses, "Are you really my son?" ”

"Why don't we do a paternity test?"

“......”

Lin Xuemin ignored this stubble, looked at the rules of the game on the paper, and looked at the way of heaven to reward hard work, in just over a month, this kid's calligraphy level has improved by leaps and bounds, and it has reached such a point that even he, a father, is ashamed of himself.

I haven't been like this before, this is to worship a calligraphy master as a teacher, and then the other party is not only profound, but also good at teaching students?

No, even if people can teach students again, does this kid have that talent?

Even if you have talent, you can't reach this level in more than a month, and if you want to write like this, you have to practice hard for at least three or five years.

The more he thought about it, the more unreasonable he felt, Lin Xuemin could only suppress this doubt and choose to ask directly: "You recognized a calligraphy teacher over there?" The words on the wooden sign were written with the help of your teacher? ”

Lin Luo thought for a while, and said honestly, "I don't know any teachers, you have seen the person who wrote that word, just the girl who shared the house with me, well, my girlfriend." ”

“......”

“......”

The atmosphere was suddenly quiet.

Lin Luo saw that the old man didn't say a word for a long time, but looked at him with a frown, and couldn't help asking, "What, Dad, you don't believe it?" ”

"Only then do you believe it."

"I can't help it if you don't believe me, anyway, I'm telling the truth."

"Heh..."

Lin Xuemin sneered, if a little girl could have this skill, the people in the Book Association would not live, they would all buy a hemp rope and hang it, and they would be clean when they died.

Then, he remembered Lin Luo's last sentence about my girlfriend, and skipped the topic of calligraphy, "That girl is really your girlfriend?" ”

"Yes."

Lin Xuemin then asked, "Really?" ”

Lin Luo then nodded: "Hmm." ”

"And what did you just put on me? Tell me it's a roommate? ”

Lin Luo lowered his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes, "Aren't I thin-skinned and a little embarrassed to admit it?" ”

This twisted look made Lin Xuemin feel a chill, and he frowned and asked, "What are you two going to do?" ”

"What to do?"

"You're going to live together like this forever?"

"It's not cohabitation, it's a shared house." Lin Luo corrected, "In my two bedrooms, she sleeps in her room, I sleep in my room, and we both sleep separately." ”

After the words fell, he added, "After all, we have just started to deal with each other. ”

Lin Xuemin thought about it, how long has this kid moved out, how long can the two get along, and how long can they know each other?

Even with the object, progress cannot be so fast.

"Now it's the beginning of the object, and after that, you can't be sure that you will go into someone's house in the middle of the night."

Lin Luo waved his hand without thinking about it, "Impossible." ”

It's September now, and the weather is getting colder and colder day by day, who drills into a big ice mound house in the middle of the night, it's not cold enough?

Besides, the so-called object of the two is fake, even if they really find a partner, they must not find someone like the emperor, just like a facial paralysis, he must at least find someone with an expression.

"Heh..."

Lin Xuemin began to sneer again, with a mockery in his smile, "Lonely men and widows, living together all day long, now you don't drill, wait for two months and March, it's strange if you don't drill into people's houses." ”

"Anyway, I'm definitely not going to drill, don't look at the object we're in now, we're still living together, but I can't keep it someday...."

Lin Luo was just about to give the old man a preventive shot, first buried a thunderbolt, and said that it would be divided one day if he couldn't keep it, but before he finished speaking, a woman's voice came from outside,

"Where to drill? With whom do you deal with someone? Eh, Lolo is back? ”