"Second aunt...... Little master, it's time for breakfast. Mingxiang came to the door of the study. When Lin Yao was writing just now, Fang Fei, Xue Ya, and Ming Xiang had already returned.

"Okay!" Lin Yi responded.

Seeing his father tidying up the desk, Lin Yao put the pen on the inkstone, drooped his head, turned around and walked out.

In this study, Lin Yao can say that there is not a word that he doesn't know, he thought that he could write naturally because he knew the appearance of each word, but what he wrote was so wrong, and his mood was also depressed.

"Mingxiang. Lin Yao passed by her, and pretended to call out easily.

"Little master. Mingxiang looked back. Seeing Lin Yao's faint smile, he suddenly grimaced at her, causing her to stand there stunned and want to cry without tears.

Lin Yi took the pen and cleaned it in the basin, thinking about his son's frustrated expression when he wrote just now, he couldn't help but smile. Shengxuan, light ink, and soft and large brushwork are indeed more difficult to grasp for those who write for the first time.

This is not intentionally difficult for his son, soft hair, light ink, and shengxuan are just Lin Yi's own practice of calligraphy. In recent years, Lin Yi has been very handy in calligraphy, and of course he has to give himself a little difficulty in practicing calligraphy, but it is not the level of copying.

If Lin Yi had not lived in the mountains for more than ten years, how could he have today's charm in his pen.

The bright moon and the breeze, the snow is fast and the weather is clear, where did Lin Yi write such an artistic conception before.

When eating breakfast, although Lin Yi didn't talk about his son's handwriting, Lin Yi didn't talk about it, but he was full of praise for the plate of tea buds on the dinner table. Fang Fei accused his son of playing tricks on the tea buds when picking them, and said with a smile that the three baskets of tea buds were eaten by the girls who picked the tea leaves, so when he came back, he deliberately went to the tea grove and picked so many for Lin Yi to taste.

After breakfast, Lin Yao didn't plan to go to the shore of the Green Lake to play the flute, but waited for his father to walk into the study, and then followed him to the study.

"Daddy, I'll grind the ink. "Lin Yao is very positive.

"Do you want to keep writing?"

"I'd better take a good look at Daddy's writing first. ”

Lin Yao took the ink and began to grind it, pressing and pushing it gently, it was really careful, slowly circling, making circles on the inkstone squarely, carefully and delicately.

Insiders look at the doorway, Lin Yi saw that his son who was grinding ink for the first time actually looked a little bit good, not as unorganized as writing, so he praised it. Although grinding ink also pays attention to skills, after all, it is not the core of the esoteric knowledge of calligraphy, with Lin Yao's cleverness and skills, it is natural to know it after seeing it.

Estimated that it was about the same, Lin Yi added some water in an appropriate amount, paved the unfinished "Huang Ting Jing", and suppressed it. Lin Yao stood quietly in front of the desk, and saw that his father took down the large soft hair from the pen stand, but he wanted to write small regular script.

The father and son did not speak again, and the study could be quietly heard swaying the pen and ink on the rice paper, leaving a faint brushing sound, one wrote very seriously, and the other read with great devotion. Unknowingly, "Huang Tingjing" was finished in Lin Yi's pen.

"Yao'er, how is it?" Lin Yi couldn't help but ask after a hearty moment.

"Okay!" Lin Yao's praise came a little slowly, but it was so real, "That's it, is this long?"

That's a lot of words. ”

"It's not enough. ”

"Where. Lin Yi didn't know how to be humble in front of his son, so he had to put down the pen in his hand.

"Hmm. Lin Yao thought about it, nodded and said, "The "Huang Ting Jing" is not enough, it may be that Wang Xizhi is not so thorough in his cultivation. ”

"What? Yao'er is talking about the content of the "Huang Ting Jing"?"

"Yes!"

"Hmph, hmph. Lin Yi smiled awkwardly.

"The 'good' in front of me refers to the words written by my father, and the content of the "Huang Ting Jing" will naturally be mentioned later!" Lin Yao smiled.

"Huang Ting Jing" is a Taoist classic, but it is not written by Wang Xizhi, Wang Xizhi wrote the small Kai "Huang Ting Jing", but there is a special name called "Changing the Goose Post", this name is obviously a calligraphy work. ”

""Changing the Goose Post"? Such a humorous name, obviously has a story!"

"That's true. ”

"Daddy, let's hear it. ”

Wang Xizhi's calligraphy is wonderful, along with the matter of entering the wood three points and moving the world, I don't know how many people in the world want to get his words, every New Year's festival he wrote a couplet to his home, as long as it is pasted on the door, it is not until midnight, it will be secretly removed. Lin Yi said eloquently, seeing that his son's face was already full of excitement, "There is an old woman in Huiji who raised a goose, and the cry is very good, Wang Xizhi sent someone to buy it when he learned about it, but the old woman refused to sell it, so he took his relatives and friends to watch." Unexpectedly, when the old woman heard that he was coming, she killed the goose and prepared to treat him, and when Wang Xizhi arrived, he saw that the goose was dead, and sighed all day long. A Taoist priest in Huiji Shanyin heard about this and learned that Wang Xizhi was very fond of geese, so he specially raised a group of white geese with a good sound and beautiful voice, waiting for the opportunity. When Wang Xizhi went out to play, the Taoist priest generously drove the white goose past in front of him, which naturally attracted him. Wang Xizhi naturally wanted to buy the group of white geese of the Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest said: "As long as you write a Taoist scripture for me, I will give all the white geese to me." Wang Xizhi happily agreed, and immediately wrote this more than 1,000-word "Huang Ting Jing" to the Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest also gave him all these beautiful white geese. ”

"Hehehe......" Lin Yao paused for a moment after listening to it, and then laughed happily, "Interesting, Wang Xizhi, who loves geese so much, Taoist priests who play tricks, old women who are dead-eyed, and those who steal words from the gate of the Wang family are all interesting people." ”

That's how "Changing the Goose Post" got its name. ”

"Daddy, teach me how to write!"

"Okay. ”

Lin Yi agreed, put away the "Huang Ting Jing" that had already been written, and laid out a new piece of rice paper, thinking that his son had already read so many books and did not need to learn with a pen, so he picked up the pen and wrote down a word. It is a "Yong" character, which is not so small, and of course it is very good in Lin Yao's eyes, and every stroke is full of energy.

Lin Yao saw that on the rice paper, his father wrote down such a word, so he didn't write the second word, but he still looked at each other, not knowing what the meaning was.

"When you write, when you first use the pen, start practicing from the word 'Yong'!" Lin Yi said after a while.

"Practice a word?" Lin Yao thought that learning the flute from his aunt also started by practicing a tone.

"Don't underestimate that word. ”

"Don't underestimate it, please advise Daddy. ”

"The eight methods of the word 'Yong' summarize the rules of writing with a pen, and look-" Lin Yi pointed to the word "Yong" on the rice paper and analyzed and explained it to his son, " Point, such as volleying to take the momentum, side roll over and knock but do not collapse; horizontal, such as a thousand miles of clouds, tightly tighten the long reins and must be collected; vertical, such as the mainstay, the pen is the most powerful and tenacious; hook, such as a fish jumping in the abyss, accumulating strength and whirlpooling forward; picking, such as the wind galloping, lifting the strategy forward; skimming, such as a swallow sweeping the eaves, light and neat and chic; pecking, such as a shallow taste, sharp and to the disease to win; pinching, such as treading waves and thunder, mighty and vigorous and restrained. ”