Lin Baoguo looked like he was seeing a joke and said sarcastically: "I want to see what you can write!"
There was a lot of ridicule all around.
"Calligraphy is easy to see but difficult to do, but it is not so easy to write well."
"This young man is a newborn calf and is not afraid of tigers. He doesn't know the word shame!"
Ling Fusheng was very worried. Yang Haoran was his guest. If he lost face, his face would be disgraced.
Moreover, he had finally invited Lin Baoguo here, so neither party could be offended!
Yang Haoran turned a deaf ear to the words around him, with a calm look on his face.
When he was a child, his master often forced him to practice calligraphy in order to exercise his patience and tolerance.
Although I have not deliberately compared it with anyone, compared with the four words written by Lin Baoguo, it is obviously much better.
As soon as Yang Haoran dipped his hand in ink, he heard Lin Baoguo sneer from the side.
"How can you hold a pen like this? You look like a wild person at first glance, and your posture when holding the pen is irregular. How can you write well?"
Yang Haoran glanced at him and said quietly: "Everyone has the same principles, no matter what kind of skill they are.
Beginners must follow the rules and pursue certain rules. But if they always stick to the rules, they will definitely not be able to break through the status quo.
What is a master? He means he has mastered the essence of things and pursues the essence without sticking to fixed forms."
Lin Baoguo chuckled: "So you think you are a master? Don't just talk nice, the most important thing is to be able to do it, otherwise it will only add to the jokes!"
Yang Haoran smiled slightly, without comment, and looked at the white paper in front of him, feeling confident.
Then he put down the pen, vigorously and forcefully, and finished it in one go.
When I use the pen, it becomes even more round and thick, and full of energy.
The four characters "Houde" appeared on the page in an instant.
The people around him were stunned. Not to mention how well he wrote, most people were impressed by Yang Haoran's magnanimity alone.
Without years of hard work, I would never have been able to be so calm and calm, and write like the wind.
In particular, Yang Haoran's pen control ability is even more unmatched.
While swiping the brush and splashing the ink, Yang Haoran's wrist didn't even tremble at all. How could he look like a young man with such skill?
As everyone watched, the four characters "Houde and Carrying Things" jumped out in front of their eyes.
It was immediately eye-catching. Although these people did not know calligraphy themselves, they were all well-informed people. They could see the extraordinaryness of Yang Haoran's four characters at a glance.
Ling Fusheng was even more surprised and couldn't help shouting "Hello".
"Both the layout and structure of these four characters are impeccable. What is especially rare is the ability to control the pen without any sense of cumbersomeness.
Especially these four words give people a heavy feeling, and they have an indescribable charm and artistic conception!"
The smile on Lin Baoguo's face gradually solidified, and then he became surprised, and then panicked.
After a while, a lot of sweat rolled down Lin Baoguo's forehead.
"This? How is this possible?"
Yang Haoran stood aside calmly, placed the brush on the pen holder, and looked at Lin Baoguo with a smile.
"Master Lin, what do you think of these words I wrote?"
Lin Baoguo's body trembled, and he was sweating profusely. He was so ashamed. In March
"Good calligraphy, really good calligraphy!
I think I have always been arrogant and thought I was quite accomplished in calligraphy. When I saw this piece of calligraphy today, I realized that I am really a frog in the well!
If there is no comparison, it is difficult to distinguish the good from the bad. Only when I saw these four words of yours did I know what Shen Yun is. Only then did I realize how shallow I am!
You are the real master! I am convinced!"
As he spoke, Lin Baoguo buried his head deeply and bowed deeply to Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran laughed: "You don't have to belittle yourself, in terms of pure skill, you can be considered a proficient person.
The only thing missing is your momentum. You are too attached to your reputation, so you can't let go when writing.
If there are too many restrictions between the lines, the charm will naturally be lost. If you can completely let go of the shackles in your heart, you will definitely be able to go further."
After Lin Baoguo listened carefully, he felt a sudden enlightenment, like an enlightenment.
Everyone around him suddenly looked ashamed, especially those who were prepared to see Yang Haoran make a fool of himself. They were even more ashamed.
Lin Baoguo bowed and saluted Yang Haoran again, with a look of fear on his face, like a student greeting his teacher.
“Master Yang’s words were like a wake-up call, and I suddenly realized.
If I could meet Master Yang as soon as possible, why should I go astray?
I have a small request, please Master Yang, can you grant it."
Ling Fusheng stood aside and was extremely surprised. Lin Baoguo was also considered a master of calligraphy and a well-known figure in China.
I always have my eyes higher than my head, and it’s hard to find a single word.
Others have always lowered their attitude to ask for help from him, but never have they seen Lin Baoguo treat others with such a low attitude. This shows that Lin Baoguo's admiration for Yang Haoran comes from the bottom of his heart.
Yang Haoran said calmly: "Master Lin is too polite. If you have anything to say, just say it."
Lin Baoguo looked horrified: "How dare a student call me master in front of you? It would be more appropriate for you to call me Lao Lin.
I just listened to your teachings, and suddenly I felt something. I want to try my best to rewrite a word. Please give me some advice. What do you think, Master Yang?"
This situation is like a student writing homework in front of the teacher for fear of being scolded if he doesn't write well.
There was silence all around, everyone was stunned.
"No problem. Sometimes calligraphy is all about enlightenment. It may be that you understand a point in an instant and you can sublimate it immediately."
Lin Baoguo looked flattered and lost all his previous airs. He quickly cleared the table and spread out a piece of white paper.
This time, Lin Baoguo did not rush to write. Instead, he pondered for a long time and glanced at the calligraphy that Yang Haoran had just written from time to time.
Suddenly my eyes lit up, my whole popularity changed, and I felt like I was letting go.
Immediately, I saw the four characters "Lin Baoguo's pen" and "Houde" appear on the page again.
But this time there was no cheers from all around. Everyone looked at Yang Haoran nervously, waiting for Yang Haoran's comments.
Lin Baoguo looked even more worried. He looked at Yang Haoran and asked, "Master Yang, how do you think the writing went this time?"
After finishing speaking, Lin Baoguo looked at Yang Haoran eagerly, very nervous.
But combined with his age and snow-white beard, he looks indescribably funny.
But no one dared to laugh, everyone was waiting for Yang Haoran's conclusion.
Yang Haoran glanced at the four big characters and nodded slightly.
"Congratulations. With just this one calligraphy, you have broken free from the original shackles and will definitely be able to make further progress. The only thing missing is that there are still some traces of deliberateness."