Yan Zhenqing wrote "Memorial to Nephew", which was the pain of mourning for the new mourning of his son and nephew, and the white-haired man sent a black-haired man.

Wang Xizhi wrote the "Preface to the Lanting Collection", which was a prosperous moment of drinking and writing poems when he was in high spirits.

Later, Zhang Xu's "Stummy Pain" and Huaisu's "Bit Bamboo Sticker" were just a few words like daily narratives. Perhaps they themselves didn't know that the dozen or twenty words they wrote casually would become a famous post. This is the charm of calligraphy, and they could get it!

The twenty words written by Zhong Yue, plus the signature, have a total of twenty-two words, and even the signature is not about the year number or age. Nowadays, there are many signatures that can reach dozens of words, and Zhong Yue's signature is the simple word "Zhong Yue". It is even said that it is no longer a strict running script, but it is between running script.

There is no strict division in running script, and it is divided into running script and running script, which is also a broad sense of distribution of sloppy handwriting. There is no such difference between running script itself. In a work, there can be a running script font that is biased towards cursive script, or a correct brushwork that is biased towards regular script, which depends entirely on the author's mood at that time.

The twenty words written by Zhong Yue only occupy a very small amount of space, as if this was not created for the sake of creation, it was like a note written casually by leaving for something, telling others what they were doing, so at the end of the writing, you can actually see a hurried sloppy sketchy in the style.

Sloppy is not bad. The shape is scattered and the brushwork is condensed. This is calligraphy.

The people who presided over the East China competition area were mostly respected people from Xiling Seal Society and several provincial calligraphy associations. The calligraphy atmosphere in the south was in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the small regular script of Wumen, the Yunjian Calligraphy School, the Huating Calligraphy School, and the people who are good at calligraphy and painting in the world were 70 of them in the south of the Yangtze River!

Even in modern times, the Lingnan School of Calligraphy and Xiling School of Calligraphy were all giants of the Southern School, and the Southern School and Northern School promoted each other in a row.

However, now, compared with the environment and talents, calligraphy is far less active than the north in the south, which has also become a pain for these Xiling Calligraphy people.

The situation is hopeless, and the extraordinary people can win over the sky!

The old man wearing rag shoes and wearing a navy blue Zhongshan suit, he is over 70 years old, holding a pen and looking thoughtful.

"Old Zhao, what are you doing here?"

The old man's surname is Zhao, Zhao Yongsheng. The previous president of Xiling Seal Society is now the honorary president. He enjoys a certain reputation in the domestic calligraphy world. Some people in the calligraphy circle are respectfully called "Southern Zhao, Bei Jiang".

Nan Zhao is Zhao Yongsheng, and as for Bei Jiang, it was the master of stele studies that Yun Hui contacted on the phone, and he also had deep insights into lacquer books.

Zhao Yongsheng did not answer the words of the people behind him, but continued to think about the work. This work written on Doufang looked more like a calligraphy treasure left by the writer.

Doufang is a common style in calligraphy and painting. Usually, four-foot large Xuan pairs are cut into two pieces, two-foot long and two-foot wide squares, which are called Dadongfang; then the Dadongfang is cut into a square of one-foot square, which is called a sketch Doufang, which is the style of the work in front of Zhao Yongsheng.

Zhao Yongsheng's brows frowned. When he saw this work, he never looked away.

"I heard that Shaoxing rice wine is good."

The seven characters are in a row and the font is beautiful. It can be seen that this person has a very solid foundation, especially if he is so strong that he can understand the back of the paper. He must be a person with great brushwork.

"Teacher Zhao!"

Zhao Yongsheng was interrupted by his thoughts, turned around and said with a little emotion: "What are you doing?"

Seeing that Zhao Yongsheng, who has always been approachable, was a little bored in his tone, he stuttered: "Oh, there is one missing piece of the work, isn't it..."

"Wait." Zhao Yongsheng turned around.

The man glanced at him and looked at Zhao Yongsheng in surprise, actually copying this student work!

Zhong Yue's running script pen was learned from Wang from Langya, and his copying of the original jade slips of the calligraphy saint Wang Xizhi, his writing is now like the touch of ghosts and gods.

"What's the thing about this?" The man glanced at the content, "Is it an inappropriate, is it a limerick or a parallel prose?"

Zhao Yongsheng's pen was on the paper and suddenly turned around and shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

The man was startled. What does this mean? Not only was he scared, but many people behind who were sorting out the entries were shocked and walked over.

"Old Zhao, what happened?"

Zhao Yongsheng held the pen and sighed, "I'm impulsive, don't blame me."

"Ah? Oh... It's okay, Teacher Zhao..."

Zhao Yongsheng continued to copy at his desk.

"Why is this used?"

"It's amazing!"

"I understand! It's amazing!"

"It's really wonderful not to go beyond the law!"

Zhao Yongsheng seemed to be immersed in his own world, without any estimation of the strange eyes of the people around him. Zhao Yongsheng has copied this "Yellow Wine Post" no less than three or four times.

"Wait for me to bring two pounds of wine."

It seemed that he was ready to set off. Zhao Yongsheng clearly felt that the person who used the pen was already impatient. He used the pen like a whirlwind, flying around and turning. Although it was unpredictable, he had the rules.

The most wonderful thing is that he couldn't understand the last seven characters. The strokes suddenly became thicker and he used a thin brush with dry ink. Although the thickness of the strokes did not change much, they had simple and bright characteristics, which enhanced the feeling of loose structures. Instead of running straight down, they were done in one go!

It seemed as if I was so anxious that I even had an extra move to the ink, and I just wanted to leave directly!

The last word "Zhong Yue" cannot be classified in running script. It is almost a kind of cursive script signature, with abbreviation, which makes Zhao Yongsheng feel ups and downs.

For some reason, when I saw Xu Wen in Shanyin, Zhao Yongsheng actually had a throbbing of tears in his eyes!

What kind of person is this person who is writing?

Sometimes words are more captivating than any intuitive scene. The charm of calligraphy lies in showing words more charming. When Zhao Yongsheng put down his pen and turned around, he saw a group of people standing behind him, and he subconsciously took a step back.

"you……"

"Old Zhao, you are doing something tragic again!"

"Good calligraphy!"

Zhao Yongsheng frowned and shook his head and said, "I didn't write this work. If I don't talk about this, is there Xu Wei's tomb nearby?"

A local calligrapher from Shaoxing came to help. When he heard Zhao Yongsheng ask about Xu Wei's tomb, he said, "Yes. It's over here, less than ten minutes' drive."

"You take me there."

"Hey, Mr. Zhao, there is something here that depends on you to make your own ideas!"

Zhao Yongsheng pulled the calligrapher here in Shaoxing and turned around and said, "Let's talk about it later!"

Some people looked down at the work on Zhao Yongsheng's desk.
Chapter completed!