Wu Liang said from the bottom of his heart that he thought that this character was really not written with his heart, and he was only written to cope with it at that time.
And seeing these three middle-aged uncles touting for a while, Wu Liang felt that it was really unnecessary.
Of course, from Wu Liang's point of view, it did use less than half of his skills.
However, the three middle-aged uncles who didn't know about it had unhappy faces, and even wanted to pull Wu Liang over to theorize.
Especially the uncle who was a teacher at the Academy of Fine Arts, and he was going to teach Wu Liang again.
"What do you know, young man?
You don't understand anything, this is the closest to Wang Xizhi's font version, I just saw the first glance, I thought this was Wang Xizhi personally written, which proves that the calligraphy attainments of the unscrupulous mountain people have reached a point that is beyond the reach of all of us, small Man, you dare to despise this unscrupulous mountain man, this is too much!
” Hearing this, Wu Liang couldn't help but want to laugh.
Scorn?
If it is really contempt, then Lao Tzu is also contempt for himself, can you control it?
Besides, if Lao Tzu had used a little dim sum and wrote the words, not to mention that they looked like Wang Xizhi, it would be Wang Xizhi's font at all, exactly the same!
However, Wu Liang did not say on the spot that he was the author of this version of the "Lanting Collection Preface".
Because he knows that even if he says it in person, the other party may not believe it.
At his age, he is too young, with a handsome face, and he still looks a little tender, and he doesn't look like a great calligrapher.
In the eyes of many people, if you are only fifty years old, you don't have long hair, you don't wear pigtails, and you dare to say that you are an old artist?
Anyway, Wu Liang looks like a film and television star, but his appearance is not very similar to that of an old artist.
Wu Liang responded to the three middle-aged uncles: "You see, the author of this painting is too lazy to write the inscription, and it is obvious that the inscription on the left was made up by another person, which proves that the author's attitude is perfunctory." ” Wu Liang didn't mind saying that his attitude was not good, and it was indeed to deal with Song Qingyun at that time.
He wanted to give an example to prove that the writing was not that good.
However, the different realms determine the different horizons.
In the eyes of these three middle-aged uncles, the side words on the payment are just a small flaw and will not affect the overall situation, which is called flawlessness.
"Young man, you may not understand the concept of flaws, sometimes things that are too perfect are not favored, often leaving a corner of the incomplete but can highlight the beauty, and the author of this character is very skillful, we brothers can see it, as for the side words, we can almost ignore it."
"Lao Wang, forget it, don't talk about it anymore, he's so young and doesn't have a certain amount of experience, he won't understand, let's continue to appreciate it."
"Yes, Lao Wang, don't talk nonsense with him, I also think this is a piece of rotten wood, what are you doing with so much effort, come and enjoy calligraphy."
Wu Liang's face was black.
Nima, the author of your worship, is standing right before your eyes, and you don't know it, don't blame you, and you don't need to be so damaged!
However, the middle-aged uncle known as Lao Wang, who was also the director of the Academic Affairs Office of the Academy of Fine Arts, insisted on pulling Wu Liang over and wanted to teach him calligraphy theory in person.
"Young man, you see, every word is put down freely, and you can't see the slightest pause, this is skill!"
The uncle surnamed Wang said with a serious expression.
"Actually, it's not that he doesn't want to pause, but in order to cope, write as fast as possible, of course, without pause."
Wu conscience said, Lao Tzu personally wrote the words, Lao Tzu is still not clear?
"Huh?
Wrong!
Young man, you misunderstood, it is obvious that the author can be free to retract and have profound skills, so he can do it in one go, which is really not something that ordinary people can do!
Uncle Wang said.
"Uh-oh."
Wu Liang nodded, is his own skill profound, he knows best, and he still needs the other party to say?
To tell the truth, when I was writing this painting at that time, I could have slowed down in order to be in a hurry.
"Young man, if you look at this word again, there is one more 'horizontal' than several other copying versions, which is deliberately done by the author, and after adding this 'horizontal', does it feel that the overall structure of this character is better?
That's what makes the difference, and it's the finishing touch!
” Uncle Wang pointed to a certain word in the "Lanting Collection Preface" and explained it to Wu Liang seriously.
Wu Liang helplessly supported his forehead.
Actually, the uncle surnamed Wang thought too much about it.
Wu Liang clearly remembers that the reason why he wrote an extra "horizontal" at that time was indeed because of his own mistakes, not because of a deliberate mistake for the sake of the beautiful structure of the font.
In calligraphy, writing more strokes is not considered a mistake, and sometimes it is possible to write more strokes in order to make the overall structure of the character look more beautiful.
However, what Wu Liang thought at the beginning, he knew best in his heart, not that Uncle Wang understood it for the sake of the beautiful font structure.
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"You think too much, really think too much, it's just the author's negligence, not intentional."
Wu Liang pointed out directly.
He didn't want to let the viewer think that this was the correct way to write because of his own negligence.
In fact, Wu Liang didn't expect that the scribbled work that was casual and perfunctory at the beginning would later be regarded as a treasure and put up for auction.
When the uncle surnamed Wang heard Wu Liang's statement, he still put on a serious face, still insisted on his own point of view, and said very firmly: "No!
You don't understand!
This is a deliberate mistake for the sake of the structure of the word!
” "Okay, okay, just be happy."
Wu Liang was too lazy to continue arguing with this uncle.
Originally, he wanted to wake up his uncle, but now that he understands, it's useless, the other party is too deeply poisoned, and he can't wake up.
This is like a star's brainless fan, once obsessed, no matter what you do, it is good and right.
Wu Liang shrugged helplessly, but he didn't expect that his brain-dead fans were uncles except for uncles, but there were no sisters.
It's time to go, it's useless to stay here.
Since the other party has been deeply poisoned, Wu Liang no longer decides to continue persuasion.
This "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface" written by himself must be won when the auction starts later.
This time at the auction, if you want to win your own work, it should be the most special bidding task.
Wu Liang was about to say goodbye, but when he turned his head, he saw Song Qingyun, an old guy.
I saw that Song Qingyun squinted at Wu Liang with a pair of old eyes and smiled.
The smile was kind and kind, but Wu Liang really wanted to complain about this old thing.
Song Qingyun actually took the words he wrote to auction, which was what he wanted to complain about.
"Master Wu, I'm looking for you, I can be regarded as finding you, hehe, Huang Jianbang is also looking for you, but I took the lead."
Song Qingyun had a hint of joy, but he was happy because he found Wu Liang earlier, and he thought he was looking for treasure if he didn't know.
Wu Liang nodded, but his face was a little serious.
"I said Lao Song, how did you do it?
Putting my writing up for auction without my consent?
” At this time, Song Qingyun smiled awkwardly and said, "That, hehe, it's not my idea, it's the idea of the Book Association, but Master Wu, don't be angry, this is a good thing for you, you can promote it for free, why not." ” Just as Wu Liang and Song Qingyun were chatting, the three middle-aged uncles looked at each other.
You look at me, I look at you......
Nervous and confused......