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Chapter 76 Qin Qingfeng's Shock, Master of Calligraphy (please recommend tickets for collection)
"Look at your stinginess." Qin Qingfeng rolled his eyes and said angrily, "Can I still steal your things?"

"That's hard to say."

Yang Dingguo is a man of knowledge, he knows how good Zhang Xiao's handwriting is.

It can be said that as soon as this character is used, all contemporary calligraphers will be instantly killed.

the reason is simple.

Today's calligraphers, at best, have written charm, but it is still difficult to escape the traces of imitating ancient sites, and no one can write a copybook with their own style.

However, his son-in-law, Zhang Xiao, did it.

After thinking for a while, Yang Dingguo muttered again: "The main reason is not that I am afraid that you will rob me, because if you rob me, you are not my opponent. I am afraid that when I rob you, I will damage the copybook."

Qin Qingfeng: "..."

The goatee on both sides of the mouth almost stood up, one can imagine how angry he was.

He said angrily: "Okay, I won't touch it, can you hurry up, what's the matter?"

"Okay, okay, look at it!" Yang Dingguo didn't say anything more, and took out "March in the Army" and "Mulan Poetry" from the wooden box

The first is to open "March from the Army".

Just seeing the three words in front, after Qin Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, a fiery fire burst out of his eyes.

"Hiss... this word!"

Qin Qingfeng's eyes widened. Afraid that his old eyes were dizzy, he put on the presbyopic glasses around his neck and looked carefully again.

"Good calligraphy!" Qin Qingfeng exclaimed: "Looking at the ink, it seems that it was only written in the past few days, but this word already has a charm. The key is this charm, and it is impossible to tell who it is. The style of the ancients."

"Could it be..."

Having said that, Qin Qingfeng didn't dare to say any more.

I don't know how many years have passed. Among the calligraphers in Huaguo, no one has ever been able to write such a copybook.

Today's masters of calligraphy can only achieve the charm of writing.

But this kind of charm is not integrated and has its own unique style, but a bit of the charm of the ancients.

Even if there is only one charm, it is enough to become a master of calligraphy.

But the characters in front of him are special, the ink is still brand new, and the rice paper is also as white as snow, obviously not an ancient thing.

Looking at the charm in the copybook, it is unique, unrestrained and elegant. Under the influence of Qin Qingfeng, no ancient person has this style at all.

So to put it this way...
The person who wrote this copybook is a modern person. He did not copy ancient sites, but really did it, mastered it, and wrote his own style.

"This... this word!"

Because of being too excited, Qin Qingfeng's face turned rosy, as if he was drunk.

He also stuttered a bit when he spoke, and pointed at the song "March in the Army" in front of him with trembling hands, his eyes widened.

Yang Dingguo was taken aback by his appearance. He hurried over to help stroke his back, and said, "Mr. Qin, don't get excited. Take a deep breath and calm down."

"call···"

"call···"

After taking several deep breaths, Qin Qingfeng finally calmed down, but his hands hanging in the air were still trembling uncontrollably.

Asked: "Who wrote this word!"

"Hey..." Hearing Qin Qingfeng's question, Yang Dingguo showed a very proud smile on his face: "It was written by my son-in-law."

"Your son-in-law?" Qin Qingfeng looked at Yang Dingguo suspiciously.

He hadn't heard that the Yang family was getting married recently?
"You always forget?" Yang Dingguo reminded: "When my daughter officially announced her love affair, there was a poem. I remember you said that my son-in-law's ancient poetry is better than yours."

"Ancient words?"

Qin Qingfeng frowned slightly, thinking about it carefully.

Soon, he remembered that there was indeed a first poem called "Magpie Bridge Immortal, Xianyun Makes Qiao", and asked, "Who wrote that ancient poem?"

"That's right!" Yang Dingguo nodded with a smile.

Then he triumphantly pointed to the verses on the copybook, and flaunted: "Come on, don't just read the words, this "March in the Army" is a poem written by our son-in-law specially for our Yang family, please help us appreciate it .”

Qin Qingfeng looked at Yang Dingguo, who was full of showing off, and muttered angrily in his heart: "If you want to show off, just say it directly, and taste it, who are you pretending to be with?"

However, he has no intention of debunking it now, but carefully read the content.

"Long clouds and dark snow mountains in Qinghai, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance."

"Yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and if you don't break Loulan, you will never return it."

"Good poetry, good poetry"

After reading the whole poem, Qin Qingfeng couldn't help praising it loudly: "Good poem, so bold."

The first two sentences outline the vast frontier with vigorous pen and ink, and the last two sentences describe the heroic pride of the frontier soldiers, who never evaded the hardships of war.

Really bold.

Just four sentences, but it describes too many things.

"Hahaha···"

Seeing Qin Qingfeng's appearance, Yang Dingguo couldn't help laughing, and felt extremely proud.

When I first saw this poem, why didn't I want to look up to the sky and laugh.

It's just that when Zhang Xiao was present, I had to be more careful, but I didn't show it, and I felt aggrieved in my heart!

For the next half an hour, Yang Dingguo was showing off his son-in-law, while Qin Qingfeng quietly listened to him pretending to be aggressive, and kept staring at the copybook of "Join the Army" on the table.

suddenly.

Qin Qingfeng seemed to remember something, and asked, "By the way, isn't there still a copybook, show it to me too."

Yang Dingguo pursed his lips dryly, thinking that after the piece of pear blossom wood in Qin Qingfeng's hand passed away, he could only open the second copybook "Mulan Poetry"

When Qin Qingfeng finished watching it for the first time, he already understood the charm of it.

Joining the army on behalf of the father is the end of the concept of male superiority and female inferiority, and it even brings back the heroes who are desperately fighting on the battlefield in seconds.

And then there is the feeling of longing for parents and hometown.

Especially the last sentence "An Neng can tell whether I am male or female" is used from the No.1 perspective, as if people saw a lively and playful girl standing in front of her and showing off.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Qin Qingfeng, who had read the entire article, praised him sincerely, and he yearned for Zhang Xiao's talent in his heart, and wanted to make friends with him.

Nowadays, there are very few people who can write ancient poems and ancient words.

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the other side.

As the sun went down, Zhang Xiao and Yang Mi had almost finished shopping.

During this half day, it can be said that Yang Mi was the happiest time. She didn't have any celebrity baggage, nor did she worry about work, and only had the happy appearance of her beloved by her side.

(End of this chapter)