God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 121

Of course, Xu Jingxing didn't look down on this simple way of making tea, but just felt a little surprised.

However, good tea is good tea. Although the brewing method is simple, rough and primitive, the taste is quite good. After brewing, it is fragrant and fragrant, and the cup is full of green jade. When you take a sip, your mouth will be full of body fluid, and you will have endless sweetness.

While drinking tea, he casually chatted with Old Man He, mostly about carpentry-related knowledge. Old Man He often asked some simple questions like a curious primary school student, and he looked very eager to learn.

Old man He knows something about bamboo and wood carving, but he doesn't know anything about traditional woodworking skills. He only knows about tenon and tenon, but he doesn't quite understand the specific principle of tenon and tenon.Other than that, old man He's knowledge in other fields is not bad, or very extensive, even Xu Jingxing, who claims to be full of miscellaneous knowledge, is willing to be inferior.

Moreover, old man He wrote good handwriting, and his works can be seen everywhere in the room. Judging from these words, old man He's cultural accomplishment is really not weak, and his style of writing is quite free and easy, with unconventional strokes and strokes. It has a somewhat self-contained taste, but the writing power is a little weak.

In addition, from the seal, I know that old man He also has a literary name, old man Guanliu.

Seeing that Xu Jingxing couldn't stop looking at those calligraphy works, old man He asked with a smile: "How is the writing?"

"Very good, very unrestrained," Xu Jingxing said with a smile, "He always practiced "Cao Quanbei" as a foundation, right? The brushstrokes are very elegant."

"Huh, you can even see this?" Old man He's eyes widened in surprise, "You can see through my basic skills, which shows that your accomplishments in big characters are not weak."

"Generally speaking, I practiced with my dad for a while when I was a child, and I haven't started writing for a long time. I'm a little novice, and I only have one mouth to grin."

"Haha, you're not fooling around," Old Man He was very excited, he grabbed him and walked into the study, "Come and come, make gestures twice, and compete."

"Ah? No need?"

"Use it, definitely use it."

Xu Jingxing followed Old Man He into the study room, dumbfounded. The study room was quite large, like a master bedroom, and it also had a bathroom. The morning sun shone through the shade of the trees outside the window, and the speckled spots of light fell on it, which looked particularly artistic. .

Old man He didn't think too much about it, he happily took out a rice paper brush, inkstone, inkstone and paperweight, and waved to Xu Jingxing, "Come on, what kind of pen do you use?"

"Anything is fine. I'm not very good at it, but I'm pretty good at it. I can pick up any one and I can make gestures twice, haha." After Jindu came in, Xu Jingxing was no longer pretentious, and it was rare to come across real calligraphy. Expert, he was also a little moved.

His foundation of calligraphy and painting was laid down from an early age, and his basic skills are very solid. He practiced a lot when he was in elementary school and middle school, and he slowly put it down when he was in high school. When his father passed away, he never touched a brush again because he had to be busy. make money.

Four months ago, he started to do sculpture, but he used his calligraphy skills. He often engraved characters on sculptures, but engraving is different from writing. There is no room for modification when writing. There should be no redundant ink dots, let alone mistakes such as out-of-the-box strokes.But it is different when engraving characters. They always draw the outline of the characters first, and then use a small chisel or a flat knife to dig out the strokes a little bit. The error tolerance rate is very high.

So engraving with a knife is completely different from writing with a brush.

Xu Jingxing didn't know if his handwriting could still be seen by others. You know, he was also the first prize winner of the Taocheng Calligraphy Competition before. Although it was only in the youth group, he was also the first prize.

Hope I don't make a fool of myself later.

Xu Jingxing thought about it secretly while picking out the brush.

Old man He has a lot of writing brushes here, and they are all high-end products. There is even a set of pen holders made of Hetian jade. Judging from the quality of the jade, you can tell that it must be of great value.

No wonder the old man can take out 50 yuan without blinking an eye. It turns out that he is really a local tyrant, and he is also a very low-key local tyrant.

Xu Jingxing picked out the brush and was just about to sharpen the ink when the little girl Nannan had already started. Judging by her posture, it was obvious that she often did this job.

After the ink was finished, he stretched out his hand to indicate that Old Man He would come first.

The old man was not too polite, he pressed the rice paper with a blue and white porcelain paperweight, dipped the pen in the ink, and thought for a while before writing.The old man was indeed a free and easy person, and his writing speed was quite fast. Although he wrote regular script, his speed was similar to that of cursive script. The three characters "Jiangjinjiu" were completed in one go.

The old man wrote Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine". This poem is originally a free and easy, heroic and unrestrained poem handed down from generation to generation. The calligraphy between Xingkai and Xingkai is still in line with the artistic conception.Of course, the main reason is that the old man is best at this kind of brushwork, and it is also the only one he is good at. All the works hanging in the room are like this, and the only block letter "Langa Sutra" is very ordinary.

Let's put it this way, the old man's attainments in calligraphy have surpassed his brushwork. His calligraphy has artistic conception, but his pen is weak and unable to express it. Mouth recitation.

Of course, this is judged according to high standards. In Daocheng, old man He's skills are already considered pretty good.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, and it runs to the sea and never returns."

"You can't see, Gaotang Mingjing is sad and white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening turns into snow."

Especially the first two sentences are really written like the water of the Yellow River pouring down, rushing for thousands of miles, with great momentum.

In less than 2 minutes, the old man laughed, picked up the brush, put it on the side of Hetian Yudiao's Yamagata brush, and asked triumphantly, "How is it?"

Xu Jingxing gave a thumbs up, "It's very imposing. Li Bai will buy you a drink after seeing it."

"Hahaha, I'm not qualified to be Li Taibai's drinker. I still have this self-knowledge, but we can have a good drink later," Old Man He laughed with a red face, looking extremely excited, quite " Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you." The heroic atmosphere described.

But Xu Jingxing smiled wryly to himself: What's the matter with old man He? I just gave you a cabinet. You not only invite me to drink tea, but also compete with me in writing big characters. I drink.

Could it be that the old man is too lonely and wants to find someone to talk to?

Thinking of this, he suddenly noticed a small photo frame on the desk. It was a group photo of a young man and woman. Looking at their faces, they were somewhat similar to the little girl's daughter-in-law. They should be her parents, the son and daughter-in-law of old man He.

It was nothing at all, but he happened to notice that this photo frame turned out to be for portraits only.

(End of this chapter)