Fang Tianfeng and Nie Xiaoyao entered the study, and more than a dozen old people sitting or standing looked over.
Everyone first looked at Fang Tianfeng, secretly thinking that he was a spirited young man with bright eyes and majestic spirit. Then they looked at Qiao Ting next to Fang Tianfeng, and suddenly felt that all the light in the room was blocked by this woman.
Mr. Wang Yuanze walked over with a smile and said, "Who is this girl? I never saw her when I went to your house."
"My girlfriend, Qiao Ting, hello gentlemen," Fang Tianfeng said politely.
I saw an old man sitting behind the desk with gentle eyes and a smile: "Are you the Little Book Sage?"
Fang Tianfeng looked at the old man. Just a few years ago, he was a frequent guest on TV. Even if an important person died now, his name would be in the news and he would be given a wreath. Even if General Gao is now a military officer
Fang No. 2’s name will not appear.
Even though Wang Yuanze's senior brother is the current patriarch, he still feels honored to be here.
Fang Tianfeng smiled and said: "Fang Tianfeng is not a little book sage. Don't listen to Mr. Wang's nonsense. He is unreliable. In order to trick me into writing for him, he can make up anything."
Many old people laughed, and a few looked at Wang Yuanze narrowly.
Wang Yuanze immediately blew his beard and glared, saying: "Am I like that kind of person? Facts speak louder than words! Come over here and write something now so that they can see what I, Mr. Wang, think of me! Mr. Fang, take a look!"
Fang Lao stood up with a smile and said: "There are ready-made pens and inks on the table. Come on your own. I not only want to see your handwriting, but also see Lao Wang's vision."
Wang Yuanze pretended to be nervous and said: "Mr. Fang, please don't take this piece of writing. Give it to me."
Mr. Fang laughed and said, "If the writing is not good, I will give it to you. If the writing is good, I will definitely keep it! Use my pen, ink, and paper. Do you have the nerve to snatch the good words written by me?"
All the old people laughed in unison again.
Fang Tianfeng showed no stage fright. He looked around at everyone and said, "Then I will show my shame." After saying this, he walked towards the desk openly.
Many old people nodded gently, and their demeanor alone was much better than the group of people outside who shrank when they saw the landlord.
Mr. Fang’s desk is specially used for calligraphy practice. There is a piece of calligraphy wool felt spread in the middle of the desk. Putting rice paper on it can prevent ink from seeping down and spreading.
There are three pen holders, four inkstones, three paperweights, and a white jade sheep-shaped pen washer on the table.
This table is huge, so there are so many things on it without any clutter, and it’s full of flair.
Especially the white jade sheep-shaped brush washer is the most talented, and Fang Tianfeng has seen the aura of talent, which is exactly the same as the aura of Yu Youren's works.
Yu Youren is not just a simple calligrapher. Not only is he one of the four masters of calligraphy in the Republic of China, he is proficient in running script and cursive script, and is known as the contemporary sage of cursive script. He is even the founder of Fudan University, Haicheng University and many other universities. He once served as the president of the Supervisory Yuan of the Republic of China.
Fang Tianfeng smiled and said: "There are treasures everywhere here, Mr. Fang, even Taiping's pen washer."
Those present were all famous calligraphers, French painters, and calligraphers, and it was impossible to learn Chinese painting without practicing calligraphy. These people all knew Taiping.
Wang Yuanze said in surprise: "Xiao Fang, your appreciation level has improved. I've been here several times, but I didn't recognize it as Master Yu Youren's brush wash. How did you recognize it? Mr. Fang, this is really a brush wash."
From Master Yu Youren?”
Fang Lao nodded with a smile and said, "As expected of Master Fang."
Fang Tianfeng was stunned for a moment and asked: "Who gave me this nickname? What does it mean?"
"A master of Taoism, a master of collection, and a master of calligraphy, what are they other than Master Fang?" Mr. Fang said with a smile.
Fang Tianfeng smiled bitterly and said: "I don't know who doesn't like me, and they have to praise me to kill me. I am just a writer. Being a master is so tiring. I really don't care about it."
The old people smiled and thought that what this young man said was interesting, but it made sense. All of these people were masters, and they all knew how tired he was.
Wang Yuanze said angrily: "You are so good at what you get. If I were called a master at your age, my tail would be raised to the sky! Don't talk nonsense. Others have already seen your running script. Now write a regular script and have a look."
Fang Lao seemed to glance at Wang Yuanze casually, but Wang Yuanze only stared at Fang Tianfeng.
Fang Tianfeng was moved. He was obviously famous for his running script, but Wang Yuanze asked him to write regular script. Naturally, he had ulterior motives.
The regular script is round and straight, while the running script is straightforward and follows the surname. There is a huge difference.
Fang Tianfeng nodded and looked at the four inkstones.
Except for one inkstone, which is very ordinary, the other three inkstones all have talents. One of the inkstones has talents as thick as a little finger, but its talents are too flexible and suitable for writing running script. Although the other inkstone is only as thick as chopsticks, it is as talented as
The water of the Yangtze River is majestic, majestic, and can be called kingly and talented.
Fang Tianfeng placed his hand on the latter.
There was no reaction from others, but the expressions of Mr. Fang and the life secretary beside him changed slightly.
Fang Tianfeng smiled and said: "Mr. Fang, I love this Fang Mo inkstone. I wonder if I can borrow it?"
The old man nodded.
After Fang Tianfeng studied the ink, he looked for a brush in the pen holder, and finally chose a Zhongkai Langhao brush.
Many old people gathered around.
Fang Tianfeng dipped his pen in the ink, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and then the pen of talent in his body entered the brush in Fang Tianfeng's hand. Fang Tianfeng moved his wrist slightly, and the upright talent in Fang's inkstone was sucked into the brush.
"It's embarrassing."
After Fang Tianfeng finished speaking, he wrote four words.
Seize the day and night.
Everyone was stunned. They thought Fang Tianfeng would write some friendly words, such as "Idle Clouds and Yehe", "Indifferent and Mingzhi", etc., but they didn't expect that it would be these four words.
Wang Yuanze immediately smiled and said: "The hair of a wolf is like a knife, and every word is sharp. Good handwriting, young people, must be a little sharp. If you write something that is open-minded and humble, we won't believe it. Get out of the way and let Mr. Fang take a look."
Fang Tianfeng stepped aside, and Fang Lao walked to the middle of the desk.
Mr. Fang stared at the calligraphy for a long time and sighed: "I can't believe that a young man can write such good calligraphy. What I can't believe the most is that writing running script is as meaningful as calligraphy, elegant and meaningful, but writing regular script is...
So upright, but every word is like a sword. Well, young people should seize the day, even us old guys should seize the day!"
The landlord just said that he was tired of hearing those words.
As soon as these words came out, several old people showed embarrassment, because the calligraphy and paintings they sent to Fang Lao said something like "Lao Dang Becomes Stronger", "Songs and Cranes Prolong Life", etc. They never expected that although Fang Lao was old, he had a young heart in his heart.
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Many people secretly envied Fang Tianfeng's good luck, but they didn't expect that he deliberately did the opposite and was greatly praised.
Many masters went over to watch. Except for a few who remained silent, most of them were deeply shocked.
"The bones are strong and strong, and the essence of the willow body is deep."
"This word has been around for at least forty years."
"His regular script is considered to be among the best, but when he came out with regular script, he really surpassed those young people. This sharp edge made me want to give up writing."
Many old people observed Fang Tianfeng many times and couldn't believe that a young man could write such good handwriting.
Because calligraphy is not a matter of praise, but requires years of practice to improve step by step. Without years of hard practice, there is no real achievement.
But Fang Tianfeng is a bit subverting this rule, writing such good calligraphy at such a young age.
Many old people even dare not say the same thing, that is, Fang Tianfeng's calligraphy is better than theirs, especially in terms of font structure and overall layout. It is obviously far beyond everyone else and reaches a flawless state.
Fang Lao also placed Fang Tianfeng's calligraphy "Fu Luck and Longevity" on the table and said, "Look, what do these two calligraphy have in common?"
Many old people took turns to look at the front of the calligraphy. They were all calligraphers, and they soon had a unified opinion.
"The biggest thing in common is that the layout of these two characters is at its peak. There is a feeling that the characters and the paper are integrated."
Mr. Fang said with a smile: "When I saw the painting 'Longevity and Longevity', I was almost obsessed because the structure of the characters was so perfect. Later I asked Xiao Duan to take a look at it, and guess what I discovered?"
Everyone looked at Fang Lao curiously.
Fang Lao glanced at Fang Tianfeng, a little envious and a little appreciative, and said: "His words are completely located on the central axis of this page, which is a beautiful symmetry. And the same is true for his new regular script, small paragraphs, you use a ruler
Measure it. Now that the writing is still wet, you don’t need to measure anything else. Just measure the distance between the word "Zhi" ("seize the day and night") and the top of the page, and the distance between the word "西" and the bottom of the page."
"Yes." Secretary Duan quickly found a ruler and carefully measured it. The distance between the two words "upper and lower" and the upper and lower paragraphs of the page were actually equal.
Fang Tianfeng didn't expect it to be like this, because from the perspective of a practitioner like him, this kind of layout couldn't be simpler, but for normal people, this is a gift.
Mr. Fang continued to praise and said: "Old Wang has always praised Fang Tianfeng as a genius. I didn't believe it at first, but today I saw his handwriting with my own eyes and realized that he is indeed a genius. His handwriting is absolutely perfect, and the meaning of the words jumps out of the page.
It strikes me that I am worthy of the title Little Book Sage. This word is better than mine."
Wang Yuanze sighed softly and said, "It's better than what I wrote."
Others were silent.
Fang Lao's highest achievement is in politics, and Wang Yuanze considers himself the leader in collecting. It is okay to admit that his calligraphy is not as good as Fang Tianfeng, but most of the others rely on calligraphy. Even if he knows in his heart that his calligraphy is not as good as Fang Tianfeng's, he will never say it, even for the sake of it.
You can’t say that even if you’re a flatterer when it comes to auctioning houses.
Fang Tianfeng smiled helplessly and said: "You two, please don't praise me. My calligraphy is obviously too immature and lacks depth. It is far inferior to the calligraphy masters here, and my background is a bit worse."
Everyone knew that Fang Tianfeng was modest about himself and had a favorable impression of him.
Unexpectedly, Fang Lao snorted and said dissatisfiedly: "It's good, it has nothing to do with age. Thickness is good, but sharpness is bad? If you write in an old-fashioned way at a young age, I don't like to see it!"
"That's what Mr. Fang said." Everyone agreed.
Fang Tianfeng was speechless. He didn't expect Mr. Fang to be so radical in calligraphy. But after thinking about it, he quickly understood that Mr. Fang had been an official all his life, spoke in official language all his life, and had been preventing himself from talking nonsense all his life. If he retired, he would
If you can't do whatever you want in terms of artistic hobbies, then your life will be in vain.
Fang Tianfeng immediately smiled and said: "What Mr. Fang taught me is that you can just write a plaque of Little Book Saint and I will hang it on my chest."