The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 418 Peerless Crazy Grass
Most people who practice calligraphy like to be clean and pay attention to order and tidiness. The four treasures of the study are even more valued and cherished by literati.

Song Ye's rude technique of dipping his hands in ink was directly sentenced to death by the literati present.

In fact, thinking about it is also true. Calligraphy is a skill that can only be accumulated over many years. Song Ye has only studied under Mencius Heng for two months. I am afraid that he can't even grind ink well.It seems that this competition is just a momentary whim of a young man, and it cannot be done for real.

Thinking in this way, the expectations of the people present for this competition have dropped a lot, and they are also a little careless and not so focused.

But when Song Yelang waved his pen and wrote down the first stroke, someone suddenly exclaimed, "Look."

Awakened by this sound, everyone's gazes turned to the same time again, their gazes fell on the young man's slender wrist, and seeing the black and white writing slowly spread out under her hands, they couldn't help but gasped.

"This is..." Even Meng Ziheng beside him couldn't help but exclaimed, his eyes were burning, and he didn't dare to miss every pause and outline of Langhao's pen.

The boy was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, his back was straight, his wrists were slender but with a hint of strength, and the Langhao brush was held in his hand, opening and closing, arrogance and recklessness, which made people ignore the formal attire , as if seeing the beauty of the drunken fairy's madness after drinking, and splashing ink.

And with the flipping of the young man's wrist, the handwriting under his hand gradually appeared. The characters are wild and changeable, and the dots and paintings are continuous into pieces, like a dragon swimming wantonly in the water, or like a crane flying high in the forest, seemingly random There is no way, but there is an aura gushing out from the paper, which makes the listeners feel shocking and trembling.

That's right, this is wild grass.

Until the last stroke was drawn with bold and undulating strokes, the young man retracted his fingertips and flicked the wolf hair directly on the inkstone. The ink dots flew and splashed on the rice paper, which contrasted with the crazy handwriting all over the page. More reckless and unrestrained.

No one dared to say that Song Ye didn't cherish the inkstone and behaved vulgarly. In their view, this was the highest artistic conception of Kuangcao.

"Good handwriting, what a peerless cursive!" Without anyone's comments, everyone present could not help but gasp in admiration, walking around in twos and threes, admiring the wild cursive on the table.

Although calligraphy learning fonts have their own advantages and disadvantages, a hundred flowers bloom together, but after thousands of years of changes, there are fewer and fewer people who practice cursive fonts on calligraphy brush characters, and those who can achieve such excellence are even rarer.

So Song Ye's brush calligraphy is completely rare and precious, and it instantly wiped out the kid next door without leaving any scum.

At this time, even Mr. Meng couldn't help but walked over, looked left and right, and after savoring it carefully, he nodded with satisfaction and affirmation, "That's right, that's good, it's really rare for young people to have such writing skills now." It is rare, and the style of writing is self-contained. It is not an exaggeration for everyone to say that. Ziheng, if your classmate is interested, you can invite him to sit at home. There are many cursive copybooks in the study. help."

Although the old man is deep-minded and does some unscrupulous means for the sake of the family's foundation, but at the same time he is also a person who cherishes and loves talents, and actually does not reject talented juniors.

With Mr. Meng's personal confirmation, even if the Bai family wanted to refute something, they couldn't find a reason.

On the other hand, the little boy Bai Wenbo was disgraced and was very unconvinced. After carefully looking at the wild grass on the next table, he said in a strong voice: "Impossible! It is absolutely impossible for your wild grass to be written in two months." figured it out."

Although he admitted that he lost, he couldn't accept the saying that he lost to two months of starting.Although he is talented, he has suffered as much from the hard work of calligraphy as a child, so he is very sure that Song Ye's crazy grass must have more than two months of skill.

Children are serious, how can others not see it, so after thinking about it carefully, they all looked at Song Ye, wanting to find a definite answer.

"Lying to you, what good is there for me?" Song Ye stood by the desk, glanced over, and then added, "I can only say that a famous teacher produces a good student."

"You... a liar!" Bai Wenbo's face flushed red with anger, and finally roared angrily. He couldn't bear the grievance any longer, and ran out with his hands shaken.

The corner of Song Ye's mouth twitched. This kind of stinky kid who deserves to be beaten should be discouraged, so as not to grow more crooked in the future.

Of course, Aunt Song didn't feel any guilt for bullying the child.

Bai Hua took a deep look at Song Ye, the expression in his eyes was somewhat unpredictable.

Song Ye kept saying that he was Mencius Heng's apprentice, but it was nothing more than putting a high hat on Mencius Heng, so that he could not directly trouble the Meng family.Today, however, he made a special effort to inquire and made a plan to come over to disrupt the situation, but in the end he was slapped in the face instead.

The unexpected turn of events was this little-known boy.

Song Ye naturally felt Bai Hua's gaze, but she didn't hurt her muscles right now, she didn't bother to pay attention to him, and helped the Meng family suppress him at the banquet for the time being, we'll have to wait and see what happens next.

"It's really a hero out of a boy. It was our blindness just now. My little friend, we hereby apologize to you." In the crowd, these literati were also ashamed of their self-importance just now, and they all stood up and said generously. Apologize.It is said that calligraphy is like a person, and a person who can have such a skill in calligraphy must not be a nonsense person.

Fu Tong'er watched the scene from the sidelines. The place that should belong to her has become the teenager's home field, and all those compliments have fallen on Song Ye. Instead, she, the protagonist who deserves the most attention, has been squeezed into a corner Indifferent.

At this moment, her sense of crisis was unprecedentedly strong.

She also really felt that no matter whether Song Ye was a man or a woman, this person was her number one enemy.

Song Ye and Meng Ziheng took advantage of the fact that everyone was appreciating wild grass, so they retreated on their own.

Wang Qianqian jumped up and down and ran over, clasped her hands together, stared at her eyes, and worshiped, "Song Ye, whenever I think you are omnipotent, you can always refresh the upper limit for me, oh, you are simply my idol. "

Even Fang Ye was a little impressed this time, and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "If you know how to golf, I really hope you can come to my house on weekends." The performance is approaching perfection, Fang Ye really wants to find talents for his own industry in time.

Le Mingyu snorted softly, a little dismissive of these people's dog legs, turned his head, and just looked at the door, but his eyes paused.

(End of this chapter)