Ye Chenyu dictated it, and Zhang Ruifeng wrote it himself, writing the prescription for Mr. Zhang Zhuanxu's health care.i^
Ye Chenyu took a look at it with great interest, and immediately sighed: "Yan Ti", its regular script structure is square and dense, the strokes are light horizontally and heavy vertically, the writing force is strong, round and thick, and the momentum is solemn and powerful."
"From the perspective of characteristics, the novelty of my uncle's calligraphy, the sternness of the law, and the majestic momentum are still fresh in people's minds; from the perspective of aesthetics, the face and body are dignified, masculine, artificial, and both numerical and beautiful. It is quiet and quiet.
Establish rules for future generations.”
"Good words, really good words!"
“Not bad!”
Hearing Ye Chenyu's praise, Zhang Ruifeng's words were modest, but his expression was not humble at all, he was arrogant and arrogant. He looked at Ye Chenyu with a smile of approval on his eyebrows. It was obvious that this guy's flattery made it rare for him to have an extremely rigorous style.
Zhang Ruifeng was also happy.
Damn it, this bastard got the better of me again.
Dongcheng Weilin cursed in his heart, not to mention that he suffered losses many times, even this opportunity to stick to his butt was snatched away by Ye Chenyu, which made him very angry.
But this is the Zhang family, Huahai City, not Xiadu Province, let alone Yanjing. He has no way to have an attack. How can he feel uncomfortable holding it in?
"Grandpa Zhuanxu, uncle, aunt, I'm starting to write!"
In order to divert attention, Dongcheng Weilin deliberately raised his voice a lot. He stood in front of the Four Treasures of the Study and tried his best to adjust his mentality. After a servant of the Dongcheng family polished it, he took a pen and began to copy.
Here comes the prescription.
After more than ten minutes, Dongcheng Weilin put away his pen: "I've finished writing."
Afterwards, a group of people gathered around curiously, but Ye Chenyu glanced at it, curled up the corners of his mouth and looked away.%&*”;
This mocking expression did not escape Dongcheng Weilin's gaze, or Ye Chenyu made it deliberately for him to see: "Ye Chenyu, what do you mean?"
"Don't think that because you put on a sarcastic look, I'm afraid. I think you have a guilty conscience and can't write words like mine."
"Indeed, I can't write words like yours."
Ye Chenyu said bluntly.
Hearing this, Dongcheng Weilin burst into laughter: "Admit defeat? Just admit defeat."
"How can a loser like you, who pretends to be fat, have real talent?"
"Really?"
Ye Chenyu expressed great pain: "Is there something wrong with your mind? You just admitted that the inkstone was wrong before. If I hadn't done it for the sake of my uncle, and unwillingly wanted to give him some advice, you would still be so proud.
How long will it last?"
"Which of your eyes saw me giving in? It's obvious that I look down on your calligraphy. The expression on my face and the deep eyes fully express my contempt and ridicule. Are you blind?
Can’t you see this?”
"I..." Dongcheng Weilin.
"Me? What am I? It's not your fault that you're ugly. It's your fault that you come out and scare people."
"It's not your fault that the handwriting is ugly, it's your fault that it tarnishes the quintessence of Chinese culture."
"I know I'm handsome, but being handsome is definitely not a fault. If it's all a fault, I'd rather make more mistakes and commit more sins throughout my life."
"You..." Dongcheng Weibin.
"You? What are you? The mountains are big without firewood, the trees are big without branches, you have well-developed limbs and a simple mind. I'm talking about a guy like you."
"After all, your brother still knows how to hold a brush and how to write calligraphy with a brush, but you can only look at me with murderous eyes. Are you unhappy and want to kill me? Let me tell you, don't think that you are from a group army in Yanjing.
The captain of the special brigade has the rank of lieutenant colonel. What happened to the lieutenant colonel? Even if the emperor breaks the law, he is as guilty as the common people, let alone you, a mere lieutenant colonel, who do you think you are?"
"Let me tell you two brothers again, I don't have a father named Li Gang, nor do I have a godfather in the Red Cross, but I am a great and ruthless man who makes a living by relying on his strength."
"Don't believe it?"
"Please give me a chance and let me show you this once."
"..." The veins of the two Dongcheng Weibin brothers were swollen, and their fists were clenching. There was a faint sign that they were about to go berserk at any time.
It's unbearable, it's really unbearable.
When were they, the darlings of heaven who were born proud and rich, and grew up with a golden key in their mouths, so aggrieved that they couldn't even get angry even if they wanted to?
"alright."
Zhang Zhuanxu deliberately coughed twice, looked at the font written by Dongcheng Weilin, and said: "You don't need an expert like Ruifeng to comment, I, an old man like me, can do it."
"With this font, Dongcheng Weilin pursues the squareness and smoothness of regular script too much, but lacks the smoothness of the lines of the font. Not to mention that compared with other famous fonts, it is not as good as me, a bad old man who has never started writing. I can't write well.
Admit it, this is an undeniable and irrefutable fact.”
"but…"
"You brat, talking big and harsh words is a bad habit. If the handwriting you write is uglier than others' handwriting, how can you get off the stage?"
"That's right."
Dongcheng Weilin said coldly: "Now is the 21st century, an era of extremely advanced high technology. There are very few people who practice calligraphy, and those who can perfect the ancient techniques are even rarer. I will
I don’t believe you can be any better than me.”
"I'm too lazy to chirp with you."
Ye Chenyu snatched the brush from Dongcheng Weilin's hand, licked the tip of the brush with thick ink, and without thinking, he wrote on a blank piece of rice paper. The strokes were done in one go, without anyone reacting.
It’s time to close the pen.
Zhang Ruifeng raised his eyebrows: "Is it finished?"
"You finished it so quickly?" Zhang Zhuanxu was also extremely surprised.
Dongcheng Wei Lin was shocked and stepped forward quickly. He saw a few words written by Ye Chenyu on the rice paper that he had never seen before, and the independent and unique calligraphy was unheard of: "What do you mean? Are you being ridiculous?
?I have never seen such fonts before."
Ye Chenyu looked at Dongcheng Weilin as if he was an idiot and said, "Just because you haven't seen or heard of it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
"The fonts I call are seal script, official script, cursive script, regular script, and other styles. They were created by the contemporary calligrapher Ma Yongan. After expert argumentation, they were registered with the National Copyright Administration and were officially named "Yan Style Calligraphy."
The "sixth calligraphy style" is Yan style. It's not an exaggeration for a loser like you not to recognize my handwriting. But I believe that both the old man and my uncle know it."
Zhang Ruifeng studied the font for a long time. After being shocked, he relaxed his frown and said, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Yes, those are the four words."
Ye Chenyu looked at Dongcheng Weilin: "You want me to compete in calligraphy with a little scum like you?"
