Jiang Xiaobai put down his brush, smiled dryly, looked at the three of them and said, "You're showing off your embarrassment!"
After the voice fell, the three of them looked at each other and took a deep breath at the same time.
Is this a casual draw?
At that moment, Meng Sen looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said: "You have reached this level at such a young age. Looking at the entire Zhongshan, you can't find anyone else, but your character is not very good!"
"How about just swiping twice?"
"It's okay for young people to pretend to be young, but are you pretending to be a little too much?"
Meng Lin's words behind him were not polite. His writing was good, but he also had to possess virtue.
"That's right, then write it down carefully and let us take a look!" Zhuang Bin said lightly.
This ink is already among the best.
He wanted to see what kind of breakthrough Jiang Xiaobai could achieve if he got serious.
"serious?"
After hearing this, Jiang Xiaobai shook his head and said, "Sorry, I can't do it now."
He said with a strange look on his face: "There are very few times when I can be serious. The last time I wrote it was when I went to Yanjing for the first time!"
While thinking, the figure of Su Jinyu appeared in his mind.
"It needs enough emotion and enough immersion. Now that the environment is no longer there, I feel uncomfortable and can't take it seriously!"
After Jiang Xiaobai finished speaking, the three of them fell silent.
As literary travelers, they knew what Jiang Xiaobai meant.
Invisibly, they seemed to have lost a lot of things.
Some people say that calligraphy is good as long as the words are written well!
But real calligraphy is definitely full of emotions, and many masterpieces are completed when the author is full of emotions.
If you write again, you may not necessarily have the same artistic conception as you did at that time.
They also pursued it in the past, but now that they are old, their lives are one-sided.
"I'm sorry, I apologize for what I just said, but it's not appropriate for you to use 'shuila' to say it!"
"Indeed, pulling will show that you are faking!"
Zhuang Bin and Meng Sen said something one after another.
But when they said this, they undoubtedly recognized Jiang Xiaobai's writing.
Superb indeed.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would still have doubts even now.
"Haha, let's go and drink tea!"
Han Zifu smiled and took the lead towards the tea table.
While enjoying the taste of tea, Han Zifu looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said, "Last time you wrote in running script, this time you wrote in cursive script. How good is your calligraphy?"
When Han Zifu asked this question, Meng Bin and Meng Lin also looked at Jiang Xiaobai.
Everyone has their own calligraphy skills. Jiang Xiaobai has written running script and cursive script, both of which are good.
"All Access!"
Jiang Xiaobai smiled and said: "Ring script, regular script, cursive script, official script, seal script, all are available!"
After the voice fell, Jiang Xiaobai picked up the tea cup and walked towards the Eight Immortals Table again.
Sitting with three people from Luyuan, I felt an irresistible impulse.
The three people's eyes lit up and they followed at the same time.
Jiang Xiaobai picked up his pen, drank the tea in the cup, dipped it in ink, and began to write small characters below the words he just wrote.
Running script, regular script, official script, seal script.
Change every two sentences.
When they finished writing a few lines, the three of them looked shocked.
Shocked to the point of speechlessness.
Four kinds of calligraphy, exquisite description.
So beautiful!
Art!
The art of calligraphy!
The content is about tea.
Combined with the tea sentence mentioned above, it’s perfect.
Meng Sen took a deep breath and said, "Okay, well written!"
After finishing speaking, he raised his hand, picked up the piece of paper, and rolled it up silently: "I happen to know someone who is very good at framing. Leave it to me!"
When Meng Sen's voice fell, Zhuang Bin's eyes widened, and he grabbed Meng Sen's arm and said, "Wait a minute, when you said that, I suddenly remembered that I know a rubbing master, and I can help you make two copies!
"
"What do you mean by this? You keep the original and give us the rubbings. You are old and you are still shameless?"
"It's obviously you who is shameless first!"
"You two, this is my pen, my ink, and my paper. It was written by Xiaobai and hung in my tea room. What does it have to do with you two!"
Han Zifu's voice sounded.
Treasure!
Jiang Xiaobai may not even know it, but he wrote a treasure invisibly.
Same notes, same theme, but different calligraphy.
The changes are simply wonderful.
Even Han Zifu was moved.
After saying that, he took it from the hands of the two people, rolled it up solemnly and said: "Mine, no one can touch it. If you move it again, I will see you off!"
"Mr. Han, I just realized that you are the most shameless person!"
"Really, you are a member of the Lu Academy after all, so wouldn't it be a bit of a renunciation?"
"Okay, give it up, except for this, you can take whatever you want from this study!" Han Zifu said calmly.
While the three of them were chatting, Jiang Xiaobai had no choice but to finally pick up the tea cup and return to the tea table.
The three of them argued while he continued drinking tea.
Because this tea tastes really good.
Not long after, the three of them returned. Mr. Han was smiling, while Zhuang Bin and Meng Sen had unhappy expressions on their faces.
Slow.
If I had known, Jiang Xiaobai would just write a volume and leave!
Why!
"Xiao Bai, your writing skills are very high. Are you interested in joining Lu Academy?"
Zhuang Bin looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said: "Three of you have jointly recommended it, and you can enter without taking the test. There are just three of us!"
Meng Sen also nodded at this moment and said: "The level of writing and calligraphy is extremely high, it is no exaggeration to say that everyone is the best!"
"Kai, but I'm not in a hurry now!"
Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile on his face: "I'm going to join the Federation of Literary and Art Circles recommended by Mr. Han!"
"The Federation of Literary and Art Circles!"
Meng Sen and Zhuang Bin said with strange expressions: "Yes, the Federation of Literary and Art Circles is a good place. Promotions are very fast. If you come out on top, you can be named a literary giant faster!"
Jiang Xiaobai smiled and nodded.
"There are only two days left, it's almost over!"
Zhuang Bin said: "The Federation of Literary and Art Circles is held five times a year, but to be honest, there have been no particularly good calligraphy works in the past two years. The paintings have always been stunning. This time you can add glory to the calligraphy!"
"That's right!"
Meng Sen said with a smile: "Try to continue painting for our calligraphy."
"Does the Federation of Literary and Art Circles still have paintings?" Jiang Xiaobai asked in surprise.
"The Federation of Literary and Art Circles has everything in literature and art!"
Han Zifu stood beside him and said with a smile: "Literature is for calligraphy and painting! Art is for piano and chess!"
"The difference is that the calligraphy and painting exhibition starts on the first day, and the calligraphy and painting exhibition will be held on the second day. While you are enjoying it, you can vote!"
"The chess competition is held in the afternoon on the day of the exhibition! The chess game is not played, it only provides an atmosphere for listening, appreciating calligraphy and painting, and playing chess!"
"Of course, these piano players are all good players selected in advance by the Lu Academy!"
"wonderful!"
Jiang Xiaobai also sighed in admiration at this moment, his eyes shining brightly.
How about getting the top three?
Of course, he didn't say this, because he knew that even the three of them might not believe it...