My Star Teacher

Nothing feels good about the luminous calligraphy exhibition.

Most of the works are collected by these contemporary calligraphers, or simply their own works.

It’s not because Luminous can’t look down on these words, and the characters look good, but Luminous does not have much interest in calligraphy. If the system has drawn so many calligraphic skills, Luminous estimates that this life has not What will be accomplished.

Moreover, although Luminous is well written, his actual appreciation ability is not high, and it can be seen that it is good to come, but he can't see the specific doorway, and he can't tell a reason.

Therefore, following Dad Liu’s back, I saw the masterpieces brought by other calligraphers to appreciate. Ye Guang didn’t say a few words. When I first encountered the cursive script, some calligraphers asked how Ye Guang thought about it. It all feels weird, but I have to admit that people just write it well.

Yeguang can say why, come and go just a few words.

"it is good!"

"Good word!"

"very good!"

Annoying everyone for a while, coming and going, the big guy was too lazy to ask him.

Dad Liu hated the iron, but looked at the night light. Anyway, he was his own son-in-law. How can he not be a bit angry?

Luminous also helpless, he is like an old driver who can drive, just can drive, but he really does not understand the car!You let him talk about what type of generator, how many caliber of exhaust pipe, what principle of power system, luminous means a word, dumb!

You see, it's really foolish, otherwise the words are unclear.

After an hour or two of appreciating various works, listening to the works of various calligraphers, they entered the next link, which is also the most lively link of this calligraphy meeting.

Writing on the spot.

The Al-Shabaabs who just came to make soy sauce also gathered.

Someone whispered below.

"Brother Hao, the masters are almost done, and our younger generations should show their hands a little later, and it's time for you to be in the limelight. Our group of people is the best at you. Last year, you were the top among the younger generations. "

The man named Hao Ge smiled bitterly, "This year is not possible. You came late in the calligraphy exhibition. I don’t know. The cursive work brought by Shu everyone today is amazing, and the masters are full of praise, even The name of the first cursive script in the world is all spoken. Guess who wrote it."

"Who?"

Brother Hao pointed in the direction of Yeguang, "Hey, it's him, the one next to Liugong, I've seen it in Bozhiyuan before."

"Yeah, he's really fake?"

"You will know it in a moment, and today he will definitely be invited by the masters to write a letter."

Brother Hao used the word please.

Sure enough, although Luminous has always been very low-key, but after knowing that the "Wing Lan" was written by him, no one will ignore him.

Another calligrapher wrote a word on the spot, and after everyone's praise, Shu Hailang said aloud.

"Today our calligraphy meeting was right. I was fortunate to see the collections and works of the masters. It was really eye-opening. And today, I came to a younger generation who surprised me a lot. I used to think that I am young now. People are no longer able to do calligraphy, even if they are practicing it is just a half bucket of water, they can’t get into the elegant hall, but today I saw this young man who really surprised me, it seems that I was wrong, we are now The young people are not getting better and better, but the blue is better than the blue. The calligraphy successor from the ancestors has someone. Let’s ask this young man to write a masterpiece for everyone."

Shu Hai said, looking at Yeguang, "Big nephew, let me show you all, and let us old guys have long eyes."

Ye Guang smiled and looked at Dad Liu. Before Dad got out of the car, he told him that he wanted to keep a low profile and didn't show off. He remembered it.

Dad Liu nodded slightly to him, "Go."

Ye Guang nodded and went to the stage.

On the stage is a large desk with pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table. A camera is hung on the stand with a bracket, the lens is facing the desktop, and the pictures on the desktop are reflected on the two large screens on both sides of the small stage. Others offstage to watch.

Ye Guang walked to the desk and offered a hand to everyone under the stage, "Masters, I will show my ugliness."

Saying that, Luminous began to grind with poor techniques, and the movement was quite stupid, but because of the greater force, the ink was spilled out on the edge of the inkstand, so that the calligraphy masters and father Liu under the stage saw it straight. Frowning.

This is like a calligrapher's method, even a beginner.

Shu Hai had stood next to Dad Liu, and he whispered in the past and asked, "Lao Liu, did he really write that word? Don't leave it at that time."

Dad Liu, "Why don't you believe it? It's true. When he wrote, I was by the side and saw it with my own eyes."

Shu Hai stopped talking and continued to watch the luminous movement.

Luminous lightly rubbed a few inks, then pulled a long strip from the roll paper on the right, spread it on the table, pressed it with a ruler, and then selected a suitable brush from the pen holder to raise the pen. I dipped the ink, but my hand suddenly stopped in mid-air. After a few seconds, Luminous put the pen back on the pen holder again.

Everyone is puzzled.

What is this for?

Ye Guang put down the pen and looked back at the stage. "When I picked up the pen, I suddenly didn't know what to write."

Someone in the audience smiled kindly.

Ye Guang also smiled and said, "I think many of the masters used to write in the ancient background. Then I will write a narrative in the ancient background. Let me tell you first. My cursive script must be passed on to one. You are a Taoist priest."

Ye Guang shook a little, "He told me that this is the style of a calligraphy master in the Tang Dynasty, the monk of Huai Su, so my calligraphy is also called Huai Su, and the Taoist Taoist also told me about Huai Su monk's life, but I searched the literature, and did not find any records about this monk Huai Su. It may be a long time ago, drowned in the long river, so today, I want to take this opportunity to take that monk In his life, he wrote a narrative, so that everyone can see and know that there is this cursive curse in my history. I must pass on his respect for his calligraphy."

Saying that, Ye Guang offered his hand to the audience again, and then picked up the brush again.

At this moment, the night light seemed to be suddenly clear, and a mysterious and mysterious feeling emerged.

The crowd under the stage looked at the night light, and the young man who was watching ordinary people suddenly became different in an instant.

Look.

temperament.

expression.

It's different.

There were many people in the audience, but the same word came to mind.

Everyone's style!

Luminous pen.

Dipped in ink.

Falling words.

'Huai Su's parents' sand, young and acting Buddha...'

The crowd watched the action of Luminous hands through the camera under the stage. Luminous just dropped the pen and wrote a word of "wai". Someone immediately couldn't help but whispered, "Good writing!"

Immediately afterwards, it seemed to be terrified that it disturbed Luminous.

The luminous dragon dances on the paper, the movement moves in clouds and water.

'Huai Su's parents are young, but they are young.After the time of Zen, it is quite good.Although I hate not seeing the miracles of my predecessors, I have seen very little.Then he took the lead and traveled westward to the country. He met the contemporary princes intricately, and his intricacies were simplistic. He often encountered them, and his mind was suddenly undoubtedly sluggish.The fish and the sericin are so dusty, the bureaucrats don't think it's strange...'