Entertainment Dad: A father sings the whole school!

Chapter 135 It's easy to think wrong, okay?
You are a true genius like no other in the world...

Liu Laoneng's voice fell.

Zhang Jian, Su Guan Furniture was shocked.

Then, they showed a bit of relief on their faces, and looked at Tang Yu with a smile.

yes……

If Tang Yu wasn't a genius, how could so many miracles have been born from him?
"Professor Liu, stop praising me..."

"My old face is blushing from your praise."

The corner of Tang Yu's mouth tugged, and he smiled helplessly.

There's no way, he can't tell others the secret of his two lives, can he?

I'm afraid that Liu Laoneng and others will be so frightened that they will immediately send Tang Yu to Yanjing Mental Hospital, and ask him to wear a striped pajamas...

"Okay, old Tang."

"It's your turn to carry it!"

"Old Liu is right, it's just us, why are you being modest?"

Zhang Jian strode forward and slapped Tang Yu on the shoulder viciously.

Tang Yu took away this guy's claws, and smiled at Liu Laoneng:

"Professor Liu, it's really not what you think."

"I know how to calligraphy, it's all because I was exposed to it when I was a child."

Tang Yu's words were completely sincere, without any falsehood.

Because in the previous life, Tang Yu's grandfather was a calligrapher of the Provincial Calligraphy Association.

From the time he learned to hold a pen at the age of three, Tang Yu practiced with his grandfather every day,

Such as Wang Xiaowang, Mi Fu, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Zongyuan, Ouyang Xun and other works of famous calligraphers in history.

Tang Yu copied and studied one by one when he was young, and it has not stopped for ten years.

"Tang Yu, are you just so simple?"

Liu Laoneng tilted his head to look at Tang Yu, and suddenly shivered and said:

"Little old man doesn't read much, don't lie to me—"

As soon as Liu Laoneng uttered these words, Tang Yu and the others were instantly dumbfounded and opened their mouths wide.

Are you too young to read?
Then we are big characters, and we don't know a lot!
After being dazed, everyone laughed out loud at Professor Liu's humor.

"Come on, Tang Yu, don't hide your clumsiness!"

"Hurry up and show your hand to Mr. Liu!"

"By the way, let me have a long face too!"

Zhang Jian on the side was teasing with a hippie smile.

"Don't talk too much!"

Tang Yu glared at the guy angrily.

Zhang Jian is the best at making gags and making jokes.

"With Professor Liu's jewels in front of me, how can I fight my way?"

"Okay, Tang Yu, don't put a high hat on me, old man."

"It's better to spend tens of thousands of dollars verbally than to see the truth in writing!"

Liu Laoneng looked at Tang Yu with a smile, and said jokingly:
"It's rare that you can come to my bed today without leaving two calligraphy treasures. Where can I find you in the future?"

Now that the host has spoken like this, Tang Yu also understands that if he continues to evade, he will lose face to Professor Liu.

"Okay then, I'll make a fool of you all."

Therefore, Tang Yu had no choice but to nod in response.

Then, under the expectant gaze of everyone, Tang Yu came to the stone table step by step.

Pick up the writing brush that was left on the side, and carefully clean the remaining ink marks on the tip of the brush.

After soaking up the ink in the inkstone, Tang Yu was not in a hurry to write, but took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly.

From the looks of it, he seemed to be waiting for something...

Seeing this scene, Liu Laoneng's heart was shocked, his eyes flashed with various emotions such as amazement, anticipation, and admiration.

"Old Liu, isn't the inkstone in the inkstone all the same ink?"

"Why does Tang Yu bother to wash it again?"

Among the three onlookers, only Zhang Jian was puzzled by Tang Yu's actions just now, and even the butler Su Shimao understood it clearly.

"Xiao Zhang, don't you know something about this?"

Liu Laoneng explained in a low voice with a smile: "This small movement can prove that Tang Yu has definitely been taught by a famous teacher in calligraphy!"

"Everyone has a different pen and ink density when writing"

"And for a real calligrapher, a slight difference is a thousand miles away. Any difference will affect the natural feel when writing, let alone blending into the artistic conception."

After listening to Liu Laoneng's explanation, Zhang Jian said "Oh" half-understood.

But after realizing something, Zhang Jian suddenly widened his eyes.

Wait, according to Mr. Liu...

It turns out that Tang Yu is also a hidden calligrapher?
He really is hiding something!
Sometimes I really want to break Tang Yu's mind and see how much this guy has hidden in private!

At this moment, the three pairs of onlookers widened their eyes and watched nervously.

They were afraid that if they lost their minds for a moment, they would miss Tang Yu's every move.

The scene was silent, only the faint sound of insects and birds chirping.

Tang Yu suddenly opened his eyes at the moment when his energy and energy were brewing to the fullest!
The pen in his hand fell in mid-air with an indomitable momentum!

Tang Yu's first stroke was to slowly draw a line across the rice paper!
Then, when the power of the pen was not exhausted, he flicked his wrist back with lightning speed!

One stroke, one stroke!
Especially the one-stroke technique, which is as agile as an antelope's horns!
The transition between the extreme stillness and the extreme movement of the brushwork is as natural as it is natural, and it is so wonderful!
Perhaps, Su Shimao and Zhang Jian couldn't see the trick.

But Liu Laoneng's heart was already hanging in his throat, and his pair of narrowed old eyes stared like two copper bells!
so perfect!

Amazing!

Tang Yu only used a few strokes to prove that...

His calligraphy attainments are even higher than his own 30 years of hard work!
This, this is simply unbelievable!
After a while, Tang Yu finally wrote the first word!

Zhang Jian looked at it for a long time in surprise, and blurted out:

"Tang Yu writes... like a female character?"

"Hey, that's weird!"

"What exactly is he going to write? Is it a woman's benevolence?"

No one at the scene paid attention to Zhang Jian who was muttering to himself.

Instead, he concentrated on admiring Tang Yu's writing process.

Obviously, Tang Yu's brushwork is in the obvious running script style.

It can be described as flowing clouds and flowing water, with a natural aura, moving like a rabbit, and quiet like a virgin.

Not long after, Tang Yu finished writing, and the four big characters came into everyone's sight.

"Wo, woman, zhi, treasure?!"

Without even thinking about it, Zhang Jian subconsciously read it aloud.

What?
Women's treasure? !
Could it be that thing?
The moment Zhang Jian blurted out, Zhang Jian was completely dumbfounded!

In an instant, there was a dead silence around the gazebo.

Professor Liu and Su Shimao were even more stunned.

That's right!

Looking from the left side, Tang Yu's big characters really look like a woman's treasure...

However, Zhang Jian, a layman, forgot one thing—calligraphy works have always followed the ancient system, and the reading order is from right to left!

"Wow, brother, your calligraphy is good, but the content of this writing is too..."

Zhang Jian looked at Tang Yu very puzzled, and complained speechlessly:
"Too...too imaginative, isn't it?"

"Although everyone knows that Old Liu has countless female fans, you don't need to come up and give him the old man—the treasure of women!"

"This makes it easy for us ordinary people to think crookedly, okay?"

(End of this chapter)