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After eating, Lao Jin started.

"These few poems, are you really writing them?"

Zhong Ming scolded his chicken legs: "Yeah, I wrote it."

"Okay, even if you write it, you have to know that writing" The Nephew's Manuscript "is completely different from writing those poems! Young people just don't know the heights and heights." Lao Jin clipped chopsticks, "I am young At the time, I also felt that I could write such masterpieces as "Manuscript of Offerings to the Nephew", "Preface to the Lanting Collection", and "Self-narrative Posts", but I really found out by writing, that is far worse than some calligraphy! "

Old King paused and said, "You have a good foundation, but this mentality is not good. Pride and complacency are taboos of calligraphy. We calligraphers should be careful about what we should do, or we should be ashamed! Otherwise, it may limit your future development. of."

Old Jin chatted for a long time, and Zhong Ming could hear that the old man's sincere words were indeed persuading the younger generation.

But the key to Zhong Ming's calligraphy skills is that he eats fruit and does not conform to the general law of Lao Jin ...

However, looking at Lao Jin's attitude, he was too enthusiastic, and made him spend so many words doing useless work, and Zhong Ming was uncomfortable.

With eyes closed, the meal was almost finished, and Zhong Ming said, "Otherwise, I will write the" Manuscript for the Nephew "here. If you look at my level, you just give me pointers, okay?"

"Write here?" Lao Jin Yiyi, this is the teaching staff cafeteria!

Zhong Ming nodded: "Yes, I have my hand-painted tablet and pressure pen on me."

Lao Jin hated iron and steel: "How can you use a pressure pen to write such a famous article? Hey, forget it, anyway, you just write casually, that line, then you write here , Just to let you know that masterpieces such as Manuscript to the Nephew are not written by anyone. "

Soon, the meal was finished.

Zhou Sen took all the dishes away, Zhong Ming took a paper towel and wiped the table, and took the hand-painted board and pressure-sensitive pen out of the bag.

Lao Jin had an expression of "I just watched you pretend to be quiet".

This is a faculty cafeteria. The table is a dining table. In Lao Jin's view, this is definitely not suitable. Zhong Ming took the pressure-sensitive pen and the hand-painted tablet again. It was naturally short in various objective conditions.

For example, if Lao Jin wrote the "Manuscript for the Sacrifice", he must have all the pens, inks, papers, and papers in hand. Find the most comfortable and suitable desk, and you can't write it until you are in the mood.

As a result, Zhong Ming was better, and all conditions could be dealt with.

Zhong Ming unrolled the hand-painted board and placed it on the table.

Then pick up the pressure-sensitive pen, open a blank document, write two pens at will, warm up.

The true story of the "Manuscript of the Sacrifice", he remembered very well in the fruit of calligraphy. Not to mention the glyph of each character, even the way it is smeared, remember it!

Because the calligraphy masterpieces such as "Manuscript of Offerings" and "Lanting Jixu" were originally part of calligraphy ability, they are naturally included in the fruit of calligraphy.

However, Zhong Ming did not dare to write immediately. The Manuscript to the Nephew is no better than the others. The emotion of this word is consistent. It must be written down in one breath without a pause in the middle.

It is true that the hand-painted board can be withdrawn and deleted at will, but that is too deliberate, and it is not easy to reproduce the connotation of "Secretary's Manuscript".

Lao Jin was watching Zhong Ming brewing his emotions, watching him write a few words at random on the hand-painted board, and all of them were deleted.

"Okay, this kid still has a little skill. It seems that he wrote those poems." Lao Jin said silently.

Finally, Zhong Ming has written down!

"In the first year of Wei Qian, the year of the Emperor Wu was three days in September, the day of Wu Gengwu, and the three days ..."

Zhong Ming wrote very fast, and he was still sketching and painting in the middle, but he didn't hesitate too much, word by word, brush a little bit!

Lao Jin's eyes widened!

Zhou Sen was also watching, frowning.

What the heck!

Zhou Sen only saw Zhong Ming's writing of this character. Many characters were distorted, and they were often sketched and deleted. The second line was wrong. When the middle section was written, it was smeared in large blocks. Several The places are painted in black circles!

This makes Zhou Sen, a patient with mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, uncomfortable. Isn't it about writing a ready-made manuscript, how can he write a typo? ?

Are you calligraphers so casual?

Of course, Zhou Sen didn't understand calligraphy at all, and even Zhong Ming didn't understand what he wrote, so he would at least look at these traces of smearing and deletion.

However, he glanced at Lao Jin and found that Lao Jin could not wait to extend his neck to the hand-painted board. His eyes were even more rounded, just like seeing a ghost.

Zhou Sen secretly wondered, is this well written or bad?

Look at the expression of Lao Jin, this is not so good!

Zhou Sengang wanted to ask, was found by Lao Jin, and gave him a stern glance, which meant: Don't say anything! Didn't see this being written!

Zhou Sen returned the words to his throat instantly.

Soon, Zhong Ming finished writing.

"Woohoo, Sigh!"

Of course, there are no punctuation marks, but this mood is clearly expressed.

On the last two lines, the handwriting was extremely messy and scribbled. If the content in front of Zhou Sen could barely recognize one or two words, then in the last two lines, Zhou Sen was completely reading the heavenly script, and he could not recognize a word come out.

Lao Jin was silent for two seconds and did not speak.

He knew it was finished, but still staring nervously.

He is verifying the details in the memory one by one!

In this world, there are many calligraphers who specialize in the research of "Secretary's Manuscript". Where there is smearing, where there is deletion, and even how a certain glyph is, there are sayings!

Writing "Manuscript of Offerings to the Nephew" does not mean that the work is done neatly and neatly with the block letters, which is the work of elementary school students.

Calligraphers in this world are pursuing perfect reproduction of the original appearance of the "Manuscript of Offerings to the Nephew", so there are so many people who go to study and restore it through various clues!

Now, Lao Jin stared at this "Manuscript of Offerings to Nephew" and felt his consciousness was a little bit shy.

The descriptions of the "Manuscript for the Nephew" in those ancient books were all verified in the "Manuscript for the Nephew"!

"Chen Yi of the Yuan Dynasty once said that the word 'destroyed' is like Taishan pressing down the column barrier, the last word '哉' is like the light cloud, and the word '飨' is like the dragon's entrance ..." What did this mean?

Lao Jin looked at Zhong Ming: "Can I take a closer look?"

Zhong Ming Yile ~ www.readwn.com ~ pushed the hand-painted board in front of Lao Jin.

Lao Jin's hand trembled slightly, and he saved it several times, for fear that one would accidentally lose this "Manuscript to the Nephew".

As he looked, he gestured with his fingers in the air, and he was still missing words.

"That's it ... it's written like this!"

"Even the alterations here seem natural!"

"Perfect, perfect ..."

There was something in Lao Jin's mouth that made Zhou Sen confused.

What do you mean, it's almost painted like a horse honeycomb, how can it be perfect ...

Sure enough, the world of calligraphers, ordinary people do not understand ...

Lao Jin suddenly patted the table: "I want to buy the electronic version of this" Manuscript for the Nephew "! How much!"