Baojian

Chapter 920 Visiting the door

"What happened to grandpa?"

The old man glared at Meng Lin, and said, "That's it, Meng Lin, I have pens, inks, papers and inkstones in my study, go and get them out..."

At home, the old man was absolutely unambiguous. No matter how unwilling Meng Lin was, he didn't dare to contradict him face to face. He went to the room to get things like a wronged little daughter-in-law.

"Xiao Qin, was it really you who wrote the copybook?" Mother Meng glanced at the scroll on the table and asked, "If it was really you who wrote it, which version of "Orchid Pavilion Preface" did you copy?" ?”

"Huh? My future mother-in-law is pretty good, isn't she?" Hearing Mother Meng's question, Qin Feng couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and the question seemed to be on point.

Because there are only a few versions of the "Lanting Preface" circulating in the world, and although the version written by Qin Feng is very similar to the Shenlong version, there are still many differences in subtleties.

Tang Xiulian was able to ask this question, obviously because she saw the differences, so it was very difficult for Qin Feng to answer this question.

"Auntie, I copied the Shenlong version. I used to work in the Palace Museum before, and I was lucky enough to see this authentic painting..."

Qin Fengxin said: "But when I wrote it smoothly, I also added some of my own brushwork, which is not completely similar to the Shenlong version, but there are still some differences..."

"Well, you're right, the Shenlong version of "Orchid Pavilion Preface" is far inferior to yours in its subtleties!"

After hearing Qin Feng's words, Mr. Meng nodded repeatedly. He had placed the calligraphy in the Forbidden City at home for several months, so he was naturally very familiar with it.

Due to the self-confidence shown by Qin Feng, the old man has almost agreed that the words are from Qin Feng's handwriting, because such a lie that can be easily exposed is really meaningless.

"Grandpa, here it is!"

While the few people were talking, Meng Lin had already taken out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, put them on the long square table, and then went to the yard to pick up a small bowl of water and put it next to the inkstone.

"Hey, brother Lin, let me grind ink myself!"

Seeing that Meng Lin was going to help him study ink, Qin Feng quickly reached out his hand. Mr. Meng can order Meng Lin to do things, but he can't ignore his brother-in-law.

"Xiao Qin, don't worry about it..." Old Man Meng stood up suddenly, walked to Meng Lin, and said, "Old man, I'll grind ink for you..."

"Oh, Grandpa Meng, you can't afford it!"

Qin Feng was taken aback when he heard the words. With Mr. Meng's qualifications and status in the country, he is probably the one lying in the crystal coffin, so he is qualified to study ink with his own hands, right?
"Your calligraphy is worthy..." Mr. Meng shook his head, let his grandson get out of the way, and really went to study ink for Qin Feng, and he was very devoted to it.

"Qin Feng, come on, don't let grandpa down..." Seeing that Ailang is so valued by the old man, Meng Yao felt as sweet as drinking honey, and raised her small fist to cheer Qin Feng up.

Tang Xiulian's eyes were also fixed on Qin Feng.

To be honest, before Qin Feng wrote, Tang Xiulian still didn't believe that the previous words were written by Qin Feng, because that copybook was the best handwriting Tang Xiulian had ever seen, and it really shouldn't have come from such a young person hands.

"Let's write "Lanting Preface"..."

Qin Feng first pressed the rice paper with a paperweight, then picked up the Langhao brush, dipped it in the inkstone, and started writing without any hesitation.

After copying thousands of copies of the original "Orchid Pavilion Preface", every detail in the copybook was firmly remembered by Qin Feng. There was no hindrance in the writing, and it was done in one go. I wrote it down.

"This...how is this possible?"

Just seeing Qin Feng wrote the first few lines, Tang Xiulian and Meng Lin had already stared straight at them. They didn't have to wait for Qin Feng to finish writing, they could already confirm that the previous copybook was indeed written by Qin Feng up.

There are more than 300 characters. With Qin Feng's skillful brushwork, it only took a few minutes. After writing the last word, Qin Feng wrote his own name, but this time he did not imitate Wang Xizhi's signature.

"Grandpa Meng, I didn't copy the breaking point in the original post. What do you think of this picture?"

After putting down the brush, Qin Feng looked at the "Lanting Preface" he had just written, but his brows were wrinkled, and he shook his head and said: "There are a few broken brushes, and the strength of the wrist is still not well grasped..."

There are many factors that are required to write good brush characters. Brushes, ink, paper and inkstones are very important, especially brushes. If you don’t have a brush that you are familiar with, the characters you write will naturally vary.

"Broken pen? I... I didn't see it?" Qin Feng's words woke up Meng Lin who was in a daze. He raised his eyes to look at his mother and said, "Mom, can you see where the broken pen is?"

"Mom can't tell..."

Tang Xiulian gave a wry smile. Although she and Meng Lin both had eyes for appreciating calligraphy, they were not up to the level of appreciating it. Qin Feng's broken brushstrokes in the subtleties were not something they could see.

"This is actually not a broken pen!"

The old man's eyes are not very good, and he looked at each word one by one with a magnifying glass. After a long time, he straightened up, shook his head and said, "Xiao Qin, if I give you a familiar brush, you must write better than this." Even better..."

"Grandpa Meng has won the prize."

Qin Feng smiled and said: "That copybook is the best one I have copied. If I want to write it again, I am afraid it will take a lot of energy, and it also depends on luck..."

In that space before, Qin Feng copied thousands of copies of Wang Xizhi's original post before writing this one. As he said, if he wants to write it again, he has to be lucky.

"This is already commendable, contemporary calligraphers, no one can write this kind of characters!"

Mr. Meng suddenly shook his head again, and said: "The neglected masters of contemporary calligraphy, even if you look at the calligraphers of the past dynasties, your calligraphy can also occupy a place. It's rare, it's really rare..."

At this time, Mr. Meng looked at Qin Feng with appreciation and kindness. As the saying goes, the bastard looks at mung beans, and now he has the right eyes. He only feels that Qin Feng is good everywhere.

"Dad, it's not that exaggerated, is it?"

Tang Xiulian on the side expressed doubts. She still had the idea of ​​seniority in her mind, and always felt that Qin Feng should not have such artistic attainments at such a young age.

"It's not an exaggeration at all..."

Mr. Meng waved his hand and said, "Xiao Qin's calligraphy has already grasped the essence of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, which can be seen from the first copybook. Even if Wang Xizhi wrote it himself after returning to life, it is probably at that level... ..."

After a pause, the old man pointed to the second piece of characters whose ink hadn't dried yet, and continued: "Although this piece of characters is also a copy of "Lanting Collection Preface", it already has Xiao Qin's own thoughts, which is even more precious. , if we only talk about calligraphy, in today's world, no one can surpass Qin Feng."

"Old man, you are trying to flatter and kill me."

Hearing Mr. Meng's words, Qin Feng couldn't help but wryly smiled. You know, his teacher Qi Gong is still alive. If the young is better than the blue, it usually has to wait until the older generation is dead before it can be applied. .

Qin Feng believes that if Mr. Meng's words are spread, the domestic calligraphers will start to criticize him. Like Tang Xiulian, in the current art world, the idea of ​​seniority is still very serious.

"Are you still afraid of flattery?" Mr. Meng glanced at Qin Feng, and said, "With this handwriting, many people will be able to shut up."

"Not everyone has the level of appreciation you have, Grandpa Meng."

Qin Feng shook his head and said: "I just write as a hobby. I want to cultivate my sentiments. I don't want to be famous or anything. Grandpa Meng, you can just keep this poster for yourself..."

Qin Feng is a headache now, he doesn't want to be disturbed by the calligraphy world anymore, especially this calligraphy was originally intended to be given to the teacher, if Mr. Meng took it out, Qin Feng would have no face to see Qi Gong .

"Okay, you can be so indifferent to fame and fortune at such a young age, girl, you have a good eye!" Hearing Qin Feng's words, Mr. Meng slapped his thigh suddenly, but he admired Qin Feng even more.

"Dad, there's still work to do."

Tang Xiulian was very dissatisfied with the old man's attitude. Although she had a good sense of Qin Feng, she did not admit that Qin Feng was her son-in-law.

"Calligraphy can have such attainments, if Xiao Qin knows medical skills, then I am afraid that ordinary national players cannot compare with him."

Now that he saw it right, the old man felt that there was nothing wrong with Qin Feng, and his words were full of praise. Tang Xiulian and Meng Lin who were listening to him couldn't laugh or cry. They had never seen the old man praise someone like this before.

"Xiulian, take the girl to the kitchen. If the food is ready, we'll be ready to eat." Fortunately, Mr. Meng didn't forget to ask about Meng Yao's condition, so he found a reason to send his daughter-in-law and granddaughter away. up.

"Qin Feng, what's the matter with my sister's illness?" Meng Lin was more anxious, and asked when his mother and sister had just left.

"Damaged heart vessels cannot be cured by acupuncture and medicine."

Qin Feng sighed, and said without any concealment: "Meng Yao's gunshot wound hadn't completely healed. I was in distress and disappeared at sea for more than a year, and I kept her in mind. That's why my condition got worse..."

"you……"

Hearing Qin Feng's words, Meng Lin couldn't help but glared at each other angrily, but then he was relieved. This matter... really can't be blamed on Qin Feng.

"Xiao Qin, can it be cured?" Mr. Meng waved his hand to signal Meng Lin not to speak, his eyes fixed on Qin Feng, wanting to get an accurate answer.

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