The old man glared at Meng Lin and said, "It's settled, Meng Lin, I have pens, inks, paper and inkstones in my study. Go and bring them out..."
The old man always meant what he said at home. No matter how unwilling he was, Meng Lin did not dare to contradict him face to face. At that moment, he went to the room to get something like an aggrieved little daughter-in-law.
"Xiao Qin, was that copybook really written by you?" Mother Meng glanced at the scroll on the table and asked, "If it was really written by you, I wonder which version of "Lanting Preface" you were copying?
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"Huh? My future mother-in-law is quite powerful, isn't she?" Qin Feng couldn't help but be stunned for a moment after hearing Meng's mother's question. This question seemed to hit the point.
Because there are only a few versions of "Lanting Preface" circulating in the world, and although the version written by Qin Feng is very similar to the Shenlong version, there are still many differences in details.
Tang Xiulian could ask this question because she obviously saw the differences, so this question made Qin Feng very difficult to answer.
"Auntie, what I copied was the Shenlong version. I used to work in the Palace Museum and was lucky enough to see this original work..."
Qin Feng said casually: "But when I wrote it smoothly, I also added some of my own brushwork. It is not completely similar to the Shenlong version, but there are still some differences..."
"Well, you are right. The Shenlong version of "Lanting Preface" is far inferior to yours in detail!"
After hearing Qin Feng's words, Mr. Meng nodded repeatedly. He had displayed the calligraphy in the Forbidden City at home for several months, so he was naturally very familiar with it.
Due to the confidence shown by Qin Feng, the old man now almost agreed that this calligraphy was written by Qin Feng, because it really didn't make much sense to tell such a lie that could be easily exposed.
"Grandpa, bring it!"
While the others were talking, Meng Lin had already taken out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, placed them on the long square table, then ran to the yard to get a small bowl of water and placed it next to the inkstone.
"Hey, Brother Lin, I'll grind the ink myself!"
Seeing Meng Lin preparing to help him grind ink, Qin Feng quickly reached out his hand. Mr. Meng could instruct Meng Lin to do things, but he couldn't ignore his uncle.
"Xiao Qin, you don't have to worry about it..." Mr. Meng suddenly stood up, walked to Meng Lin, and said, "Old man, I will grind ink for you..."
"Oh, Grandpa Meng, you can't afford this!"
Qin Feng was stunned when he heard this. With Mr. Meng's qualifications and status in the country, I am afraid that he is the one lying in the crystal coffin, and he is qualified to let him grind ink with his own hands, right?
"Your calligraphy is worthy of it..." Mr. Meng shook his head, asked his grandson to step aside, and really went to study the ink for Qin Feng, and he was very dedicated to it.
"Qin Feng, come on, don't let grandpa down..." Seeing that Ai Lang was so valued by the old man, Meng Yao felt as sweet as drinking honey, and raised her little fist to cheer Qin Feng up.
Tang Xiulian's eyes were also fixed on Qin Feng.
To be honest, before Qin Feng started writing, Tang Xiulian still didn't believe that the previous calligraphy was written by Qin Feng, because that copybook was the best calligraphy Tang Xiulian had ever seen, and it really shouldn't have been written by such a young person.
in hand.
"Let's write "Lanting Preface"..."
Qin Feng first pressed the rice paper with a paperweight, then picked up the Langhao pen and dipped it in the inkstone. Without any hesitation at all, he started writing directly.
He copied thousands of original copies of "Lanting Preface", and every detail in the copybook was firmly remembered in Qin Feng's mind. There was no stagnation in this writing, and it was completed in one go.
Keep writing.
"This...how is this possible?"
Just seeing Qin Feng write the first few lines of words, Tang Xiulian and Meng Lin's eyes were opened. They didn't need to wait for Qin Feng to finish writing. They were able to confirm that the previous calligraphy was indeed written by Qin Feng.
Already.
There were more than 300 words. With Qin Feng's writing skills flying, it only took a few minutes. After writing the last word, Qin Feng conveniently added his own name. This time, he did not imitate Wang Xizhi's signature.
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"Grandpa Meng, I didn't copy the broken edges in the original post. What do you think of this calligraphy?"
After putting down the brush, Qin Feng looked at the "Lanting Preface" he had just written, frowned, shook his head and said: "There are a few broken brushes, and I still haven't mastered the strength of my wrist..."
If you want to write good calligraphy, there are many factors required. Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all very important, especially the pen. If you are not familiar with a calligraphy pen, the characters you write will naturally be different.
"Broken pen? I...I didn't see it?" Qin Feng's words woke up Meng Lin who was in a daze. He looked up at his mother and said, "Mom, can you see where the pen is broken?"
"Mom can't see it either..."
Tang Xiulian smiled bitterly. Although she and Meng Lin both had a vision for appreciating calligraphy, they were not at the level of appreciation. They could not see Qin Feng's subtle flaws in his brushwork.
"This is actually not a broken pen!"
The old man's eyes were not very good. He took a magnifying glass and looked at each word one by one. After a long time, he straightened up, shook his head and said: "Xiao Qin, if I gave you a familiar brush, you would definitely write better than this."
Even better..."
"Grandpa Meng, thank you very much."
Qin Feng smiled and said: "That copybook is the best one I have copied. If I want to write it again, I am afraid it will take a lot of energy, and it also depends on luck..."
Qin Feng had copied thousands of Wang Xizhi's original posts in that space before he could write this one. As he said, if he wanted to write it again, he would have to have some luck.
"This is already commendable. None of the contemporary calligraphers can write this kind of calligraphy!"
Mr. Meng suddenly shook his head again and said: "The neglected contemporary calligraphers, even if we look at the calligraphers of the past dynasties, you can also occupy a place. It is rare, it is really rare..."
Mr. Meng looked at Qin Feng with eyes full of admiration and love. As the saying goes, the bastard looked at the mung bean, and now he saw the right one. He just felt that Qin Feng was good at everything.
"Dad, it's not that exaggerated, is it?"
Tang Xiulian on the side expressed doubts. She still had the idea of ranking based on seniority in her mind. She always felt that Qin Feng should not have such artistic attainments because he was so young.
"It's not an exaggeration at all..."
Mr. Meng waved his hand and said: "Xiao Qin's calligraphy has already mastered the true meaning of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. This can be seen on the first calligraphy. Even if Wang Xizhi writes it himself after resurrecting, I am afraid it will only be at that level...
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After a pause, the old man pointed to the second piece of calligraphy where the ink had not yet dried, and continued: "Although this piece of calligraphy is also a copy of the "Preface to the Lanting Collection", it already contains Xiao Qin's own thoughts, which is even more valuable.
, If we talk about calligraphy alone, no one in today’s world can surpass Qin Feng.”
"Old man, you are trying to flatter me and kill me."
Hearing what Mr. Meng said, Qin Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly. You must know that his teacher Qi Gong is still alive. If a person is better than a person, he often has to wait until the older generation is dead before he can apply it.
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Qin Feng believes that if Mr. Meng's words are spread, domestic calligraphers will probably start to criticize him verbally and writing. Like Tang Xiulian, the current art world is still very serious about seniority.
"Are you still afraid of being praised?" Mr. Meng glanced at Qin Feng and said, "With this handwriting, many people can shut up."
"Not everyone has your level of appreciation, Grandpa Meng."
Qin Feng shook his head and said: "Writing is just my hobby to cultivate my sentiments. I don't want to be famous or anything. Grandpa Meng, you can just keep this calligraphy post for yourself..."
Qin Feng is in trouble now. He doesn't want to be bothered by the calligraphy world anymore, especially since this calligraphy was originally given to the teacher. If Mr. Meng takes it out, Qin Feng will not be able to see Qi Gong.
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"Okay, you can be so dismissive of fame and fortune at such a young age, you have such good taste!" Hearing Qin Feng's words, Mr. Meng suddenly slapped his thigh, and he began to admire Qin Feng even more.
"Dad, there is still something important to do."
Tang Xiulian was very dissatisfied with the old man's attitude. Although she had a good sense of Qin Feng, she was not ready to admit that Qin Feng was her son-in-law.
"If Xiao Qin has such attainments in calligraphy, if he knows medical skills, he probably won't be able to compare with ordinary Chinese players."
Now that he had seen it right, the old man felt that there was nothing bad about Qin Feng, and his words were full of praise. Tang Xiulian and Meng Lin who were listening to the side were dumbfounded. They had never seen the old man praise someone so much.
"Xiulian, take the girl to the kitchen to have a look. If the food is ready, we will prepare to eat." Fortunately, Mr. Meng did not forget to ask about Meng Yao's condition, and immediately found a reason to send his daughter-in-law and granddaughter away.
Already.
"Qin Feng, what's going on with my sister's illness?" Meng Lin was quite anxious and asked as soon as his mother and sister left.
"Damage to the heart meridians cannot be cured by acupuncture."
Qin Feng sighed and said without hiding anything: "Meng Yao's original gunshot wound was not fully recovered. I was in distress at sea and was missing for more than a year. I missed her so much that my condition worsened..."
"you……"
Hearing Qin Feng's words, Meng Lin couldn't help but look at each other angrily, but then he relaxed. This matter... I really can't blame Qin Feng.
"Xiao Qin, can it be cured?" Mr. Meng waved his hand to signal Meng Lin to be silent. He stared at Qin Feng with his eyes, wanting to get an accurate answer.
