Chapter 256 Can you hold me down with one word? Hold me down!
Zhao Rong indeed just wrote one word.
just.
It only takes three breaths from putting down the pen to lifting it up.
Most of the Suixing Hall students in the audience thought he was about to show off his skills, but before they had time to take a closer look, he was finished.
In the middle of a huge table top and a piece of pure white rice paper, a square "正" character appears from a distance, like a simple house standing alone on the vast snow.
Many students who had subconsciously moved forward to Zhao Rong's seat and wanted to see him immediately, twitched their mouths.
Isn't it too short and too fast for you?
Xiao Hongyu was among them. Curious about Zhao Rong, he excitedly pulled Li Xueyou closer to take a look, but he was gone before he even took two steps.
She looked around, but there was no sound in the room because everyone was looking at the word from afar or near. No one spoke for a while, but some strange looks were exchanged.
Xiao Hongyu glanced at Zhu Yourong and Yu Huaijin, and saw that Mr. Zhu had walked to Zhao Rong's side at some point. He bent down slightly and stared at the words on the paper without saying anything. Yu Huaijin was behind her, staring carefully.
He wrote words but said nothing.
She glanced at Zhao Rong, who was slowly putting down his pen, lowering his sleeves with a calm expression, holding up his hands, and turned to look in the direction of the long lacquered table.
His eyes seemed to be wandering on that small bamboo tube.
The three people at the table didn't speak for a while. Gradually, some small noises were heard in the field, and everyone was whispering to each other.
Xiao Hongyu had already stopped moving forward, but suddenly Li Xueyou pulled her hand and led her to a place not far from the table where she had a good view. The two of them looked at the word together.
Xiao Hongyu stared at the rice paper on the table with wide eyes, but there was still a regular regular character on it, and there were not many new patterns. It was just "正", with repeated strokes, only horizontal and vertical.
Strokes, what can you tell from this?
Her eyes were slightly disappointed.
Xiao Hongyu had just secretly guessed and waited for so long. She originally thought that this Zhao Ziyu, whom she thought she had missed before, could write a piece of elegant calligraphy with ease and ease, just like she liked to see.
As described in those best-selling romance novels, the protagonist who has been making a fool of himself at the most critical moment appears in front of him, and his actions cause the entire audience to gasp in shock, and the villains' faces are grim and lifeless.
Xiao Hongyu thought about it carefully, well, there should also be a similar weak girl like Xueyou next to her. She looked at the protagonist who shocked the audience with a flushed face, and all the previous bad impressions in her heart were overturned. The radiant image was mixed with
The guilt after the misunderstanding is indestructible in my heart, and my heart secretly promises...
By the way, the protagonist must also be inconspicuous before. When he appears, for example, after picking up a pen, his aura suddenly changes. In the eyes of everyone, he seems to be a different person. The book says that the aura is different, maybe
It means that the golden scales are not an object in the pond, but they can turn into dragons when encountering storms, Xiao Hongyu thought to himself.
She glanced sideways at the female companion next to her, and after sizing it up, she found that Li Xueyou was also staring at that solitary word with wide eyes, blinking, not looking like a nymphomaniac.
As for Zhao Ziyu, his aura has not changed completely. He still feels...a bit weak. But fortunately, even if he is weak, his style is unified and there is no split personality as written in the book.
Xiao Hongyu listened to the noise around her and followed her, sighing slightly, "This is too short."
Li Xueyou glanced at Zhao Rong and nodded.
Xiao Hongyu covered her mouth and whispered: "Xueyou, your calligraphy is good, can you see anything?"
Li Xueyou glanced at the words and shook his head.
Xiao Hongyu pouted, "I knew it, it seems I'm not the only one..."
Li Xueyou suddenly interrupted in a low voice: "Red fish, but my father also likes calligraphy. I heard him say that some seemingly simple words are often more difficult to write, especially difficult to write well."
Xiao Hongyu was startled.
Wu Peiliang was very nervous at first. After all, Mr. Zhu had been very fond of Zhao Rong in public before. Everyone was thinking with their toes and knew there must be a reason. Considering Mr. Zhu's well-known status as a bookworm, the only thing that he could care about was calligraphy.
, otherwise it wouldn’t be the son of a teacher and a student, right?
But none of this matters anymore.
When he saw Zhao Rong, he simply wrote a word. Wu Peiliang finally let go of what he had been thinking about since Zhao Rong started writing. He put down his hand to grab the sweat-stained hairpin, curled his lips, and prepared to walk closer to take a closer look.
, I want to see what words can be written with the word "正"... But I have to prevent Mr. Zhu from being partial, but if I think about it, it shouldn't happen. People who are crazy about words must be loyal to words, unless they are really teachers and students.
Wu Peiliang shook his head and laughed,
I have been preparing carefully for so long, just one word? Can you suppress me? Can you suppress me? Can you give me to me with just one word today...
Wu Peiliang was suddenly startled and his thoughts suddenly stopped, because just as he was about to raise his head and stand up, a familiar figure walked past the table in his peripheral vision...
Zhao Rong stared at the emerald green bamboo tube for a while. When he came back to his senses, he found that Zhu Yourong was still silently lowering his head to read the words. He glanced down and saw her leaning against the edge of the table from Zhao Rong's perspective.
His hand, his slender index finger was making some gestures up, down, left, right, and vertically.
Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze, thought for a while, and said softly: "Mr. Zhu, let me help you get the bamboo tube here? Is it convenient to give it to you directly after correcting the paper?"
That small bamboo tube was extremely precious to Zhao Rong now. It was related to his future spiritual practice. Now it was placed so casually on the long table with no one around, which made Zhao Rong feel a little uneasy.
I don’t know how much Zhu Yourong still has of this Zhengguan Well water. She didn’t say it clearly just now, but anyway, if you want to get it through other ways, listening to Fan Yushu’s description before, it is extremely difficult. Zhu Yourong is probably because he is a newcomer.
Mr. Shuyuan only got this much.
After Zhao Rong finished speaking, Zhu Yourong was quiet for a while. Suddenly, she was startled and her reaction came over. She reluctantly moved her eyes away from the words, looked at him with slightly opened eyes, and opened her mouth, as if she wanted to ask something.
What, but in the end he hesitated to say anything, and nodded vigorously to meet his eyes indicating the bamboo tube.
Zhao Rong stood up and, in full view of everyone, folded his hands and walked directly towards the long painted red table. Many students who were whispering among each other discovered this scene. The noise in the field suddenly subsided, and they all followed him who was behaving strangely.
.
After Wu Peiliang raised his head, he watched with a confused expression as Zhao Rong passed by his desk, walked to the long lacquered table, grabbed the small bamboo tube, stuffed it into his sleeve and returned.
Wu Peiliang frowned fiercely. Zhao Rong ignored his somewhat disbelieving look, walked directly past Wu Peiliang's desk, returned to his original position, and placed the small bamboo tube on the table, but it was very close to his hand.
Wu Peiliang hurriedly followed him and said angrily to Zhu Yourong: "Sir, please take care of Brother Zhao. The winner is still undecided. Besides, he just wrote one word..."
Zhu Yourong opened her lips slightly, took a breath, and her chest rose and fell. She stretched out her hand to press it and slow it down. But just as she raised her hand halfway, she seemed to have noticed the gaze of the person asking for water, and raised her hand.
Pressing it down, she finally pressed it on the rice paper with only the word '正' written on it. She had no intention of glaring at Zhao Rong now. Her mind was entirely focused on the thing she was obsessed with. Zhu Yourong raised his head and interrupted:
"It's okay. Leave it at his place. Everyone, don't worry about this for now. Come closer. Let's continue the class first with the character Ziyu. I want to explain to you, this... orthographic character!"
Everyone who was not slow at first was suddenly stunned. Wu Peiliang was holding back his words, his face turned red after holding back, and finally he took a deep breath and shut up. He frowned and looked at the simple word "正" with furrowed eyebrows, looking carefully to see what happened.
What a pattern.
The students of Suixing Hall gathered a few steps in front of Zhao Rong's desk. It was a bit crowded, but they could generally be seen.
Zhu Yourong said seriously: "The orthographic character Ziyu really only has two simple strokes, one horizontal and one vertical. Just talking about these two extremely simple strokes, how many people dare to say that they can write it well and write an upright and upright character?
Where does the word '正' come from?"
"You used to write dozens and hundreds of words eloquently, and then the overall strokes were smooth and smooth. The overall look is indeed okay, even good, but you just need to separate each word and take a look at each word.
, the strokes are inconsistent and twisted, which makes people who know how to write look like chewing wax, tasteless and boring. If the words in the letters are the same as the face, then the appearance is disgusting. "
Many students who are gentle and obedient, such as Jia Tengying with a serious expression, thought about it carefully after hearing this and couldn't help but bow their heads.
However, many students were still dissatisfied and looked at Zhao Rong's words angrily.
Wu Peiliang muttered: "Isn't it just one word? Five strokes, horizontally, vertically, horizontally, horizontally. If I write carefully, I can write it fairly and fairly."
Zhu Yourong turned to look at him, "Really?"
Wu Peiliang pursed his lips and looked at her firmly.
Zhu Yourong suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at the words on the rice paper that were being looked at by countless eyes, and said seriously with raised eyebrows:
"Do you really think that writing a straight character and forming the character in a straight and straight way is enough? Let's take a look again. In this straight character, the three horizontal strokes are slightly tilted to the upper right. This is Tzuyu's brilliance, Tzuyu's
Calligraphy, let alone that magical calligraphy, just talk about regular script. I studied it for many days and summed up one of its characteristics. I thought about it for a long time. To sum it up, it is 'knowing what is fair and right, but seeking danger and danger'. It's simple.
Just three horizontal strokes make the whole character come alive in an instant."
Many people nodded in a daze. Wu Peiliang's eyelids trembled, his lips pursed tightly, and he stared at the words on the paper.
Zhu Yourong shook his head and said: "You only saw the casual look of Tzuyu writing in a hurry. His attention was in the wrong place and he didn't even look at the words. Do you know how Tzuyu wrote this word?"
All the students were silent. Although some students were far away just now, many students closer did not pay attention to Zhao Rong's careful writing.
Xiao Hongyu lowered his head in embarrassment, and Li Xueyou blushed slightly.
Zhu Yourong said slowly:
"Ziyu writes horizontal strokes, and the horizontal strokes are reined in, just like reining in a horse. He goes against the front and puts the paper down. He goes slowly and returns quickly. It is not like you do in a step-by-step manner. The tip of his brush touches the paper and presses down to the right.
Then draw horizontally and then slowly retract it, making a horizontal stroke, taking an upward and upward direction, like a rider tightening the reins of his horse, with the force directed inward through the crossbow..."
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and couldn't help but look at the female calligrapher in front of him who was explaining things to the students in a serious manner and explaining their confusion. She had a serious face, clenched a fist behind her back, and pressed her hand firmly on the table.
His words were bright, his eyes were bright, his posture was dignified and elegant, and he was solemn and solemn. There was no trace of the demure and easy-going attitude and some endearing charms when we just got along with him in private.
When it comes to calligraphy, the woman in Confucian shirt seems to have changed into a different person.
After some words, Zhu Yourong sighed:
"In this way, I just wrote these three superb horizontal strokes, and these three horizontal strokes are slightly different. Tzuyu's main stroke moves slightly to the right, and the center of gravity becomes stable. This is a technique of adjusting the structure through strokes...
The subtleties are reflected in the gestures of the writing. Regarding this point, I am still not up to par at the moment."
After she finished speaking, the students in Suixing Hall opened their eyes one after another, looked sideways, and looked in shock at Zhao Rong, who was looking down and silent.
Yu Huaijin stared at Zhao Rong without saying a word. She was already very sure that the man who had made up one day of class yesterday was the owner of the two couplets that she had doubted before, and he was also the master she mistakenly thought... It was just that one
The couplets written by Deputy Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong still made Yu Huaijin a little worried.
Zhu Yourong straightened her face and looked at the small calligraphy in front of her with burning eyes. She seemed to enjoy reading it no matter what. She was like a child who got a beloved thing, and said with great interest: "Let's talk about these two vertical paintings again.
Yu Zang has more details in it. Please listen carefully. Writing the word 'zheng' in the future should make it more pleasing to my eyes..."
The students of Suixing Hall crowded around this small desk, listening to Zhu Yourong's lecture. After a while, Zhu Yourong was able to finish speaking and finished with a smile.
Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she turned to look at Wu Peiliang and said in a serious tone: "Peiliang, are you still sure that you can write the straight character Ziyu with just one character?"
Everyone looked at him, but Wu Peiliang lowered his head and did not answer.