Delicate beauty is sweetly spoiled in the chronology

Chapter 252 Sweeping the Thousand Army
Liu Gaoyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised by Liu Jitong's performance.

This tall, thin boy who was a little nervous before actually showed such an amazing expression, and he didn't even notice what he said out of his mouth at all, his eyes were almost glued to his desk.

"Your character is like a pen running like a dragon and a snake, with iron drawn with a silver hook. It is unrestrained and unrestrained, and it is done in one go. Especially the first stroke of each of your characters is sharp..."

Liu Jitong originally planned to major in Chinese when he was admitted to university, and he was very interested in ancient Chinese and calligraphy.

It was his lifelong regret not to be able to go to college due to family reasons, but now he accidentally saw the calligraphy of Liu Gaoyuan, a calligrapher, and he was so excited beyond words.

So when he talked about his feelings, he talked straight away, and even unconsciously showed a look of admiration on his face. When he looked down at the calligraphy, occasionally when he raised his head excitedly and looked up at Liu Gaoyuan, his eyes seemed to sparkle. Light.

Liu Gaoyuan was even more surprised.

He had just greeted him casually, thinking that he looked like a businessman and would say flat compliments like everyone else.

Unexpectedly, he talked eloquently, darkly excited, and his originally nervous face was slightly flushed with excitement and joy.

"Do you know calligraphy?"

He couldn't help asking.

Unexpectedly, this sentence directly calmed down Liu Jitong's excited expression.

"Sorry, I said too much, your handwriting is really good, but I don't know calligraphy very well."

He shook his head, trying to keep his tone as normal as possible, but Liu Gaoyuan, who is as fine as a human being, could not hear his loss.

But Liu Gaoyuan didn't force him to ask, but just changed his method.

He rolled up the piece of paper he wrote and put it aside, spread out a piece of white paper and pressed it with paper, then rubbed the ink again, and handed him the brush.

"It's okay, you can try if you don't understand. I heard Manman said that your handwriting is very good."

"I……"

Liu Jitong rubbed his fingers, a little afraid to pick up that dream brush.

But Liu Gaoyuan's words of encouragement lingered in his ears again, and when he looked at him with such admiring and encouraging eyes, he still couldn't help but took the brush with trembling hands in great excitement.

Liu Gaoyuan is a true calligrapher, he can sell any handwriting he has practiced for money, and the pens, inks, papers and inkstones in the study are naturally the best ones.

Liu Jitong didn't know Liu Gaoyuan's identity, but he could also see how valuable the things in this study were.

Not to mention the brush in my hand.

This is the pen that Liu Gaoyuan has just used to write such a set of artistic fonts.

For a moment, he felt as if he was holding a heavy pendant in his hand.

If it weren't for his basic control, the ink just stained would drip onto this white rice paper.

"Calligraphy pays attention to peace of mind, and the mentality must be stable."

Seeing that he was hesitant to write, Liu Gaoyuan quickly put the pen back on the inkstone when he saw the ink dripping down, reminding him.

"Don't worry, try boldly. Grandpa doesn't lack paper or ink, and he doesn't worry if the brush is broken. There are many more."

"Your age is the most flamboyant age in a man's life. Don't let the difficulties in life trap your heart."

"You have to understand one thing."

"People can be overwhelmed by difficulties, but words will never be. Close your eyes, think about your dreams, think about the kind of wanton life you want to have, and you will know how to write."

He didn't look at Liu Jitong any more, but gave him his seat, and turned around to go out.

Hearing Liu Gaoyuan's voice coming down the stairs, Liu Jitong felt like thousands of horses galloping in his heart.

He closed his eyes, imagining that he was riding a horse and galloping on the vast grassland, heading towards the future he dreamed of.

Unconstrained dreams, a chic and reckless life, and finally the pen fell from the tip of his pen, eloquently, in one go.

"Total Annihilation!"

Liu Gaoyuan knew that he wouldn't think about it for too long, so he went downstairs to make another cup of tea and came back.

When he first entered the study, Liu Jitong had just put down his pen and was looking down at the words on the paper very intently.

He didn't notice when Liu Gaoyuan walked to him.

"Well written."

He had never seen Liu Jitong's handwriting, but Ye Manman mentioned it by chance once, saying that his friend's letter was written by her husband, and the handwriting was quite beautiful.

Originally, good-looking calligraphy and good-looking calligraphy are two different things, and he didn't take it seriously.

But now it seems that this kid is really a bit of a surprise.

Although it can be seen that the writing is not steady enough, the first character is a bit immature, but the more he writes, the smoother he writes, and the last word Jun has some skills.

If he had never practiced calligraphy with a brush, he would be able to write such characters for the first time, which is definitely an extraordinary talent.

Liu Gaoyuan appreciates young juniors who are capable and transparent.

He Chen was the only one before, but now this Liu Jitong can barely get into his eyes.

"You are absurd. The first time I wrote it, the first stroke was crooked. I wasted such a good rice paper. I am really sorry."

Liu Jitong is still very humble in this regard. Originally he admired Liu Gaoyuan's handwriting, but now that the things he writes with confidence are childish, he is even more humble.

Even grandpa didn't dare to call anymore, he silently bowed his head and walked to the side.

Liu Gaoyuan took a sip of tea, tightened the lid of the cup, rolled up his first letter and handed it to him.

"You put this away. It's the first work in your life. Keep it safe. If you can continue to learn in the future, this will always remind you."

Liu Jitong put it away respectfully and stood up straight.

Then he saw Liu Gaoyuan spread another piece of rice paper.

Realizing that the old man might want to practice again, he quickly put down the paper in his hand and offered to help grind the ink.

Liu Gaoyuan glanced at him with admiration in his eyes.

"Next, let's see how I move the pen."

"Sometimes whether the handwriting looks good or not is secondary. Calligraphy pays attention to artistic conception. When writing, you must have a picture in your heart."

Over the years, Liu Gaoyuan never thought of finding an apprentice who could write calligraphy.

Although he thought about teaching Liu Yanghua before, Nizi only wanted to learn English, so he couldn't calm down at all. He had no choice but to give up looking for an apprentice later on.

Over time, I have long since given up my mind.

But now, he accidentally encountered such a talented kid who was also a friend of his granddaughter, and his mind became active again.

He didn't say much, though.

After all, everyone has their own ambitions, and Liu Jitong is not in Beijing, so it is impossible for him to accept him as a disciple.

It is a good thing to lead him into the door now.

"it is good!"

Liu Jitong was also clear in his heart, he understood at one point, he knew that Liu Gaoyuan was trying to lure him into the door, so he concentrated his attention even more.

Liu Gaoyuan nodded and said nothing.

He dipped the ink, thought for a while and wrote like a dragon, directly bringing Liu Jitong into a world with vast sky and sea...

　Most of the "beautiful" I send out in chat are exaggerated, but the "stupid" I send out are basically not.

　　
　
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