Chapter 924: It turns out that we are all our own people
When the emperor elephant calmed down, the atmosphere became a little different.
The gap between real calligraphers and ordinary people will appear the moment they use their pens.
Breath, body posture, arms... all these differences are the focus of observation by a true master.
These alone made Zhang Hong no longer want to underestimate Huang Xiang.
Until the moment Huang Xiang put pen to paper—Zhang Hong exclaimed unconsciously:
"Happy... happy!"
"I've long heard that Shu Jue Huangxiang and Zhang Cao were in a state of trance. Today I saw it. How can I be in a state of trance? It's clearly a divine product!"
Zhang Hong watched the emperor's elephant move the pen, the pen moved like a dragon and a snake, and the pen was extended and moved again and again, just like the lingering sound lingering in the ears. The physical sensation of watching the characters and listening to the sounds was an experience that Zhang Hong had never experienced in his life.
Yi Xiaotian also knows calligraphy, but...he is definitely not everyone, and he is still a little unfamiliar with this feeling of resonance with friends.
The imperial elephant is still leaping vertically and horizontally on the paper, as if it has entered a state of selflessness, and its momentum and expression have been integrated into the pen.
When Yi Xiaotian inadvertently looked up at Zhang Hong, he found that Zhang Hong's eyes were hazy, as if there was mist——
"Are you crying?"
Is it that outrageous?
Although Yi Xiaotian really wanted to sigh like this.
But... he also vaguely noticed that the emperor Xiang standing in the hall writing a pen now seemed to have a lot more energy than yesterday.
Why is this...?
"It's this inkstone..."
As if he knew what Yi Xiaotian was thinking, Zhang Hong took a deep breath. After all, he did not let tears fall. Instead, he suddenly said calmly.
Hearing what Zhang Hong said, Yi Xiaotian also looked at the inkstone, and saw that every time he dipped his pen in the inkstone, the water and ink in the inkstone would flow and rotate with the pen of the emperor elephant.
The clear and the turbid meet each other, and the whirlpool appears hidden——
"The ink doesn't blend with the water?"
Yi Xiaotian was confused. Although he knew the subtleties of She inkstones and had heard that a good inkstone would be a very powerful assistant for calligraphers...but...the current scene was too fantasy, right?
"No, no, no..."
"Judging from the signs of ink dipping, this inkstone seems to have not been glued to the ink. Such a brand-new inkstone, with a special texture, can achieve such effects as long as it is deliberately controlled."
"look…"
Zhang Hong raised his hand and Yi Xiaotian looked at it.
"His ink and water stains are very distinct. Whenever he sharpens his pen, the water stains will slowly blend into the ink. The handwriting produced in this way is even, warm and strict, and although it is a piece of writing, it is all unified.
Everyone creates wonderful things——"
Yi Xiaotian clearly heard Zhang Hong laughing. It was no longer the playful laugh before, but a laughter from the bottom of his heart, seeing something wonderful, and laughing from the bottom of his heart:
"Huang Xiang...hehe...Huang Xiu Ming, Zhang Cao has reached the peak of his career. Not to mention Jiangdong, there is no one in the world who can match Zhang Cao's magical skills."
"I have heard of Huang Xiang's name a long time ago. To be honest, little brother, I actually still have several of his calligraphy in my house - these are all authentic ones that I asked someone to collect."
"But there is no exception among them. Whether it is Zhang Cao, Bafen or Xiaozhuan, they are not at the peak of his skills today."
"really…"
"This inkstone..."
Yi Xiaotian left Zhang Hong alone to mutter.
If it weren't for the inconvenience now, Yi Xiaozhen would really laugh out loud.
Good guy, I may have underestimated the pursuit of this group of calligraphers in terms of tools.
Looking at Zhang Hong's attitude, why does he need to promote himself?
Now Zhang Hong has completely abandoned his previous reserve - not to mention reserved. As a big shot, he always has some airs, but now he has completely transformed into a pure calligraphy enthusiast, surrounding the emperor's elephant.
Wandering around...
He didn't dare to get too close because he was afraid of disturbing the emperor's rare state. He didn't want to go too far because he couldn't see clearly. Zhang Hong was in such a tangled state.
This scene lasted until Huang Xiang finished the last stroke of his stroke and exhaled a long breath. Yi Xiaocai finally understood how heartily Huang Xiang had written this time.
"This copybook...oh no...I will accept this invitation. I will definitely pay a visit on the day of the calligraphy exhibition."
"Ha ha ha ha…"
Before Huang Xiang could speak, Zhang Hong threw himself on the table and held the rectangular letter in his hand. Judging from his excited and nervous expression, he looked like he was afraid of being snatched away.
Huang Xiang seemed to be taken aback by Zhang Hong's reaction, and quickly stepped aside, apologizing again and again:
"I'm extremely sorry... Mr. Changshi, I couldn't prepare the invitation in advance today, so I can only borrow your desk for use. If there is any offense... please forgive me..."
"Hey! Brother Xiu Ming, what are you talking about?"
"There are no long-time masters here today, only Zhang Zigang, who came to observe Zhang Cao's handwriting in the name of Mu Jiangdong Shu Jue! If you see me like that again, don't blame me for being angry!"
"Ah! Don't you dare! Then... then... Brother Zigang! We will meet again on the day of the calligraphy exhibition!"
"Hahahahaha it's settled!"
Zhang Hong laughed and stood next to Huang Xiang, patting Huang Xiang's thin body unceremoniously, causing Huang Xiang to cough and frightened Zhang Hong.
Yi Xiaotian was happy to see this, but he vaguely felt that his seniority was getting higher and higher...
What happens next is very simple——
Yi Xiaotian specifically explained to Zhang Hong that he came to him based on Yu Fan's recommendation. After hearing Yu Fan's name, Zhang Hong became more casual.
"We have been making trouble for a long time. It turns out that we are all our own people. If this is the case, then I have no reason to refuse Brother Xiu Ming's invitation."
"Brother Zhantang, don't forget to tell this guy Yu Zhongxiang when you go back. If he dares to excuse himself on the day of the exhibition, I will definitely make trouble for him!"
"Hahaha... definitely! This time I will definitely..."
Just like this, Huang Xiang finally washed the inkstone and came to the door.
Seeing that Yi Xiaotian and Zhang Hong were also chatting happily, he smiled apologetically and thanked Zhang Hong again:
"I would like to express my gratitude to Brother Zigang in advance for his kindness in adding color to my dilapidated calligraphy exhibition. After the calligraphy exhibition is over, I will definitely present a masterpiece with my own hands——"
With big bosses like Zhang Hong and Yu Fan coming to support him, Huang Xiang would never have dared to think about it before.
But since getting acquainted with Yi Xiaotian, such an opportunity seems to be within easy reach.
Huang Xiang is not a person who gets happy when he gets benefits. The more he does this, the more grateful he is to those who help him.
He had long thought that after the calligraphy exhibition was over, he would send calligraphy works again to these people who were unlikely to show his appreciation - Yi Xiaotian was no exception... No, Yi Xiaotian gave it to him
How could he express his gratitude for this opportunity and such kindness in just one word?
But having said that, when Huang Xiang said this, Zhang Hong suddenly shook his head.
