"Zhengshu, it's really not you?"
Song Qingyun wanted to confirm again.
Zhao Zhengshu nodded heavily, "That's right, Master, these five words are really not written by me, this is a masterpiece, and I am almost ready for it." ” Song Qingyun's face and tone had already become solemn.
"Zhengshu, tell you the truth, whose work is it, looking at the entire calligraphy world, the people in the world, is there anyone who can write better than your Wei Tablet?"
Song Qingyun was puzzled, the apprentice he taught, he knew very well that Wei Bei's level was quite first-class.
He never thought that there would be anyone more than his beloved disciple.
"Let me guess, is it a folk master?"
At this time, Zhao Zhengshu shook his head and said: "Master, in fact, I don't know who it is, I guess it may be a folk master, and our calligraphy association doesn't have such a person." ” "Then how did you get this rough-edged paper?"
Song Qingyun asked.
"My student, with him is a friend, a few words on the rough edge of the paper, he wrote and played, my student inadvertently handed in five words when handing in the homework, I specifically asked, my student's answer was ambiguous, I feel a little I don't want others to know the identity of the master, but Could it be that the master didn't want others to disturb his Qing cultivation. ” Zhao Zhengshu told Song Qingyun about the ins and outs of the future.
After hearing this, Song Qingyun nodded, and then sighed: "It seems that there are also masters of a fairly high level among the people, just these five words, showing the charm of Wei Bei, no one in our calligraphy association can reach such a level, and we, the members of the association, should reflect on it." ” And Zhao Zhengshu said guiltily: "Master, I am incompetent, I have studied italics for thirty years, and Yan Ti has achieved great success, but I still can't practice Wei Bei to the peak."
Song Qingyun shook his head and said: "Zhengshu, don't blame yourself, let alone be arrogant, engage in artistic creation, relying on years of precipitation and accumulation, but once an epiphany, to the peak, but to be honest, even my Wei Monument is not as good as this person, I thought that all our calligraphy masters in Huadu are gathered."
Calligraphy Association, it seems that I am a little blindly confident. ” "Master, you are different, you have a specialization in the art industry, you are mainly engaged in calligraphy, and your time and energy are spent on studying calligraphy, I can't compare with you."
Zhao Zhengshu blamed himself a little excessively.
It can be seen that Zhao Zhengshu is very serious about calligraphy creation, very obsessed, and wants to keep improving.
For not being able to reach Wu Liang's level, there is self-blame and guilt, but it is precisely because of this serious attitude that it shows that he is out of love for the art of calligraphy.
Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu, two famous calligraphers, are still discussing the five characters on the rough-edged paper, and have also conducted a lot of professional analysis.
Actually, it's quite interesting.
One is the vice president of the Huadu Calligraphy Association, and the other is a member of the Calligraphy Association, both of whom are well-known figures in the calligraphy world.
It is hard for outsiders to imagine that two famous artists in the calligraphy world have studied the five words "Meng Meng is cute" for most of the day.
This is probably the biggest and freshest news in the world of calligraphy this year.
At this time, Zhou Mengmeng was on a video call with Wu Liang.
In the video chat, Zhou Mengmeng told Wu Liang about today's strange things.
"Little brother, my calligraphy teacher today, behaved strangely, he said that the five words you wrote were very good, and asked me who wrote them, including your name and identity, and he asked."
Wu Liang was speechless, just five words written casually, which are also worthy of the attention of Zhou Mengmeng's calligraphy teacher?
"Meng Meng, there's no mistake, right?
Is that okay too?
How did you hand in what I wrote?
Wu Liang asked.
"That, little brother, I didn't mean to, I didn't expect my teacher to care so much, and said that you are a calligraphy master, a master in the world."
Zhou Mengmeng said.
"Poof!"
Wu Liang couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"What kind of calligraphy master and master of the world, I just picked up the pen and wrote it casually, your teacher is not sick, right?"
In this regard, Wu Liangzhen couldn't help but complain.
"Yes, I'm also very curious, I explained it to him, saying that you just wrote it casually, but he saw those five words as very important, such as a treasure, carefully held it in the palm of his hand, and took it to discuss with other calligraphy teachers, in fact, I don't understand it."
Zhou Mengmeng didn't understand why her calligraphy teacher was like this, so she complained so much to Wu Liang.
Wu Liang felt that the Huadu Calligraphy Association was a little sensitive, but he just wrote five words casually, and these five words were still a funny sentence, but they were regarded as treasures by members of the calligraphy association and famous calligraphers.
This made Wu Liang couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It seems that the calligraphy saint Wang Xizhi is really not blowing, I have the calligraphy saint inheritance, but I just pick up the pen and sketch it casually, and I haven't taken it seriously yet, but it makes the members of the calligraphy association attach so much importance to it, and it is also a coincidence this time, I have no intention of pretending to be forced, but I am still small."
The small one was pretended once, I hope that Zhao calligrapher is three minutes hot, forget about this matter as soon as possible, and turn it over. ” At this time, Zhou Mengmeng said again: "Little brother, how do I feel that my teacher has taken a fancy to you?"
Do these old artists have unique tastes?
The little brother is so talented, he won't have other ideas, right?
” Hearing this, Wu Liang was speechless.
"I said Mengmeng, you think too much, before there is no face-to-face contact, you shouldn't casually question other people's character, most old artists are still worthy of respect, and, I think your thinking is more unique, and your brain is clear."
Wu Liang has always been speechless and helpless about Zhou Mengmeng's nymphomania.
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"Haha, little brother, I'm just kidding, my little brother is mine, and no one can snatch it away."
Zhou Mengmeng said playfully and cutely.
"Mengmeng, remember to come early next week, I'll help you with acupuncture, and we'll try another ancient method of moxibustion."
Wu Liang felt that Zhou Mengmeng's illness should be cured as soon as possible.
One is that the disease cannot be delayed, and over time, the disease will worsen.
Second, after a long time, the Zhou family will definitely be aware of it.
It's not that Wu Liang is afraid of the Zhou family, he is a loser and has really not been afraid of anyone since he came to the imperial capital.
It's just that he is so focused on the cause of a loser that he is too lazy to deal with others too much.
At the same time, Wu Liang also hopes that this "calligraphy" incident can be turned over, he just wants a quiet living environment.
Three days later, Wu Liang walked out of the small courtyard of his villa with a bag of garbage, and then threw the bag of garbage into the trash can outside the yard.
However, half an hour later, there was a figure sneakily rummaging through the trash can outside Wu Liang's house.
And this person turned out to be the great calligrapher Zhao Zhengshu!