At this time, the staff came in with several elderly people with good temperaments.
"Can you please give way?" The staff member said politely to the tourists standing in front of him: "These are the veterans of the calligraphy world. They want to come in and have a look."
There was no need for any special reminder from the staff. When they saw a group of old men with great aura coming in, many people automatically gave up their seats to them.
When these people came in, Liu Hongwei just looked at them blankly, and his eyes continued to fall on Luo Ziling's words.
"Mr. Liu, what's going on?" The old man walking in front looked at Liu Hongwei with a puzzled look, "Someone is actually challenging you?"
However, after seeing the calligraphy written by Luo Ziling on the table, he was shocked and couldn't say anything else.
The eyes of the other old men immediately fell on the words written by Luo Ziling, and they never moved away.
After a while, the old man walking in front asked aloud: "Who wrote this?"
"I wrote it," Luo Ziling replied with a smile, "I just wrote it out of anger for fun."
After Luo Ziling finished speaking, he said to Ouyang Feifei: "Do you like it? If you like it, I will give it to you!"
"Of course I like it," Ouyang Feifei said. Regardless of the old men who were still looking at it carefully, she immediately stepped forward and put away the dried ink.
When Ouyang Feifei was about to roll up the words, several old men who were looking at it carefully reacted immediately.
"You can't take away this calligraphy!" The old man walking in front ignored how beautiful Ouyang Feifei was and shouted directly at her: "Let us enjoy it."
"No," Ouyang Feifei snorted like a naughty girl, and then quickly grabbed the words in her hand.
Luo Ziling helped her and handed the words into Ouyang Feifei's hands before those people could grab it.
"Wang Qing," Ouyang Feifei called to the back of the crowd.
Wang Qing, who followed secretly, responded and immediately came over, taking the calligraphy written by Luo Ziling from Ouyang Feifei's hand.
He actually refused to let them see it. Several old men and Liu Hongwei, who was deeply shocked, looked dumbfounded.
"I don't know what your surname is," the old man who walked in with him was the first to react. He cupped his hands at Luo Ziling and said, "We have indeed seen people who can write such cursive calligraphy, but
I have never seen anyone as young as you who can write such good calligraphy."
"I'm Luo Ziling," seeing the old man's extraordinary bearing, Luo Ziling was not rude, "My ancestors are from the nearby Loujia Village, but I grew up in other places."
The old man looked at Luo Ziling in surprise. He had never heard of this person before, so he didn't know Luo Ziling's name at all.
However, after taking a few serious looks at Luo Ziling and Ouyang Feifei, the look of shock on his face faded a little.
After whispering a few instructions to the staff around him, the staff nodded, immediately called to other companions, and persuaded the onlookers to go outside.
When the staff persuaded the tourists to go out, the old man walked up to Luo Ziling, looked up and down a few times, and then introduced himself: "I am Li Mingcheng of Yuezhou. I have copied Wang Youjun's "Lanting Preface" for many years. It's a pity that such a
After many years of copying, I am still not as good as you. Can you let us see your handwriting again? We were very surprised when we saw it today. By the way, they are all masters of calligraphy."
Seeing that the other party was so sincere, Luo Ziling looked at Ouyang Feifei with a little embarrassment.
After Ouyang Feifei thought about it, she asked Wang Qing, who was standing aside and waiting quietly, to take out the copybook she had collected.
Without saying a word, Wang Qing took out the copybook that he had carefully collected and spread it on the desk again.
So, a group of old men and Liu Hongwei stood aside, put on their reading glasses, and carefully read the words written by Luo Ziling.
After reading for a while, the old man named Li Mingcheng straightened up and sighed: "I finally understand. Every word of yours may not be better than others, but you integrate your own momentum into the words. If
I was not mistaken, your calligraphy was completed in one go, right?"
Unexpectedly, his writing style could be seen by the other party. Luo Ziling was quite surprised, but he did not deny it.
"It's amazing. It's amazing that a work written by a young man can have such momentum." Li Mingcheng extended a thumbs up to Luo Ziling, "It's like flowing clouds and flowing water, which makes people amazed."
After reading it, several other people also agreed with Li Mingcheng's statement.
If we analyze Luo Ziling's calligraphy one by one, it is true that he is not the best in running script. It can only be said that he has a relatively deep foundation.
But when most people copy the works of their predecessors, they have a reverent mentality, so they cannot express their confidence between the lines. However, Luo Ziling's writing fully reveals his confidence, and his writing is very impressive, just like the great Mao Zedong.
The style of his works is somewhat similar.
Anyone who studies calligraphy knows that the value of many works depends on their momentum.
If you don't have momentum, even if you write every word well, the whole text will not give people a feeling of momentum.
Therefore, these old men who are immersed in calligraphy were very surprised after seeing Luo Ziling's works. They felt that when they copied the works, there was no such momentum at all.
They don't know that if they can write such a style of running script, their regular script skills must be very good.
"Thank you for the compliment, senior," Luo Ziling thanked Li Mingcheng, "I have studied calligraphy with my grandfather since I was a child, but now I like to add my own style to it, regard writing as a kind of enjoyment, and like to finish an article in one breath.
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"Little friend Luo, can I make a request?"
"any request?"
"Can you give this piece of your work to Lanting?"
"No," Ouyang Feifei replied on behalf of Luo Ziling, "This is a work given to me."
"I'm so sorry," Luo Ziling could only express his apology.
Li Mingcheng looked at Luo Ziling, then at Ouyang Feifei, and changed his statement: "Can you please Luo Xiaoyou write another word and leave it here?"
"Zi Ling, you must leave your works in Lanting, and you must find a way to put your grandfather's works here." Seeing what the other party said, Ouyang Feifei quickly whispered in Luo Ziling's ear and reminded her softly.
After hearing Ouyang Feifei's reminder, Luo Ziling was stunned for a moment and then instantly understood what Ouyang Feifei meant.
This woman is still thinking of ways to build momentum for the Luo family, hoping to make their reputation even louder in the land of Yuezhou.
If everyone feels that the Luo family has connections with the upper class, has unlimited resources, and has a good literary style within the family, then they will be respected in every aspect. Ouyang Feifei wants to make the Luo family unique in all aspects.
Ouyang Feifei was uncharacteristically competing with an old man who practiced calligraphy today, and finally attracted so many big names in the calligraphy world. She really had good intentions. This woman was really not simple, and Luo Ziling was even more impressed by her.
It is actually really good to marry such a woman as your wife.