"What a coincidence, we are still in the same family. My name is Zhang Meng, you can call me Xiao Zhang." Zhang Meng led Zhang Zhong inside, "You are lucky, our tea art teacher's demonstration has just started, and you can catch up."
Zhang Zhong smiled and shook his head, "I won't watch the tea art. Please take me to the calligraphy area. Didn't you say that good calligraphy is like a postcard? I want to see what other people's postcards look like."
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They happened to reach a fork in the road. Zhang Meng pointed to one side and said, "This is the calligraphy area. Please follow me."
As she walked, she introduced again, "You are very lucky. Teacher Zhang Huaizhen is in the club today. He rarely comes here."
"Well, then I'm really lucky." Zhang Chong said with a smile.
"Teacher Zhang Huaizhen's free class is ten minutes. If it exceeds ten minutes, you will be charged."
"Only ten minutes?"
Zhang Meng nodded and said, "Well, the free class is only ten minutes because Teacher Zhang Huaizhen is too busy."
While they were talking, they walked to the door of a small room. The door was open, and inside there was an old man standing behind a long table, holding a brush and writing something.
The old man lowered his head and couldn't see his appearance clearly, but Zhang Zhong always felt that the long coat he was wearing looked familiar.
"Teacher Zhang, this gentleman wants to take a calligraphy class." Zhang Meng said to the old man.
The teacher Zhang did not raise his head. He still held the brush in one hand and waved to them with the other hand, "Okay, I understand."
Zhang Meng nodded and whispered to Zhang Zhong, "Mr. Zhang, teacher, he is concentrating on writing. Please wait for a moment, I will go out first."
"Um."
Zhang Zhong stared at Teacher Zhang who was writing, and couldn't help but have a playful smile on his lips. Just now, he felt that the old man's gown looked familiar. When he opened his mouth to speak, Zhang Zhong immediately recognized who the other person was.
Zhang Zhong had met this person at last year's art exhibition, but at that time his name was not Zhang Huaizhen, but Fan Kezeng.
Unexpectedly, when he arrived in Yanjing, this guy changed his identity, not to mention his name, and became a master of calligraphy.
"Zhang Huaizhen" has been immersed in writing and has no intention of talking to Zhang Zhong.
Zhang Zhong didn't care. He took out his mobile phone and checked the time, then started walking around the room.
This house is not big, and it is filled with calligraphy and paintings. These words and the one hanging outside should have been written by the same person.
The person who wrote this calligraphy still has some basic skills, but he can't really be called a master of calligraphy.
If this can be considered a master of calligraphy, then Zhang Zhong feels that he can rival Wang Youjun.
After about seven or eight minutes, the old man finally raised his head.
While wiping his hands, he said with a smile, "I've kept you waiting for a long time, but calligraphy is about finishing it in one go. It's really not convenient for me to interrupt."
Zhang Zhong looked at his two familiar thick eyebrows and smiled, "It doesn't matter, you can do art, it's understandable."
"Zhang Huaizhen" smiled and said, "Thank you for understanding. What is your name for this gentleman?"
"My surname is Zhang."
"Hey, it's still my family. I wonder if Mr. Zhang has ever practiced calligraphy?"
Zhang Zhong nodded and said, "I have been thinking about it and writing it for a while."
The old man suddenly frowned and said seriously, "You can't just mess around with writing. If you don't lay a good foundation and the foundation is unstable, it will be difficult to learn it well in the future. Don't think that calligraphy is left by our ancestors, but if you want to
Learning calligraphy well also requires scientific methods. With scientific methods, not only will you not go wrong, but you will also avoid detours."
After Zhang Zhong heard what he said, he looked at the time again. It had been almost ten minutes since he walked in. He said to "Zhang Huaizhen", "My free course here is over, so I'll go out first."
"Zhang Huaizhen's" face suddenly froze and he immediately shouted, "Mr. Zhang, don't worry, the few minutes we had before don't count."
Zhang Zhong turned his head and said with a "joyful expression", "Oh? So what do you think now?"
"Zhang Huaizhen" gritted his teeth secretly, "Start from the beginning."
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "Well, it's 4:58 now, and we'll finish at 5:08."
"Okay." The old man resumed his smile, "Mr. Zhang, don't be nervous. Our book club will never forcefully sell courses. We just talked about scientific learning methods. I would like to ask Mr. Zhang first, what handwriting do you usually write?"
Zhang Zhongdao, "I usually write more complicatedly, less in regular script, and mostly in running script and running cursive."
"Can Mr. Zhang write something for me to read?"
The old man held a writing brush and motioned to Zhang Zhong to write a word.
Zhang Zhong did not move, but said, "There is no material cost for writing."
The old man twitched his lips and laughed, "Mr. Zhang, you really know how to joke."
Zhang Zhong nodded and went up to take the brush.
Before he started writing, he asked the old man again, "Are you sure there is no material fee?"
The old man's smile was a little distorted, but he still tensed up, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, absolutely not."
"That's good."
Zhang Zhong dipped some ink, then picked up the pen and wrote: In the past, Fan Kezeng in Jiangyang, now Zhang Huaizhen in Yanjing, steamed buns and steamed buns are put together, and the two are steamed into one.
After finishing writing, Zhang Zhong looked up at the shocked Zhang Huaizhen and said with a smile, "Master Fan, we haven't seen each other for a long time."
"You -" the old man pointed at Zhang Zhong and shouted, then quickly lowered his voice, "Who are you?"
"I'm not that person, I just had the honor to meet you in Jiangyang before." Zhang Zhong said with a smile.
The old man ran to the door and closed the door tightly, then turned around with a hint of pleading on his face, "Brother, please show me your hand. I think you can write so well. You must be a lot of adults. I am just trying to make a living."
Zhang Zhong smiled and patted the old man on the shoulder, "Do you think I should call you Teacher Zhang or Teacher Fan?"
"Zhang, my surname is Zhang. I teach people here. The boss wants to see the real name. After all, we are still the same family."
"Oh? Then show me your ID card."
"I didn't bring my ID card." The old man smiled flatteringly, "Brother, I see you are also a person who likes calligraphy. I have the best Four Treasures of the Study here, which are worth several thousand in the market. I will give them to you as a way to make a friend.
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Zhang Zhong pursed his lips towards the paper, ink, pen and inkstone on the cabinet, "What are you talking about?"
The old man nodded repeatedly, "Yes, that inkstone is a high-quality She inkstone. The raw stone from Laokeng eyebrow pattern costs more than 5,000 yuan per piece. That paper..."
"No introduction is needed. You and I both know how much this piece of shit is worth. You don't have to be afraid. I just came here to have a meal and was dragged in. If I leave now, I won't embarrass you."
"You are really a great person."
Zhang Zhong smiled and waved his hand, "Okay, you stay, I'll leave first."
"I'll send you off."
"No, I'll go out by myself."
After Zhang Zhong left, Zhang Meng walked into the small house with a puzzled look on his face and asked, "Teacher Zhang, didn't he stay for more than ten minutes? Didn't he buy the course?"
The old man waved his hand and said angrily, "Buy whatever you want, and don't want anyone to go in from now on."
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Not far after Zhang Zhong walked out of the book club, he took out his mobile phone and made a call, "Hey, is this the police station? I'll report it..."