Wen Anping pointed to the Jiangnan copybook on the table and said, "He said that you wrote this calligraphy in one go in his library.
I would like to know, at what age did you start learning calligraphy, and how many years have you practiced calligraphy now?"
Han Jiulin was silent, smiled faintly, and said: "I started practicing calligraphy when I was seven years old. My master taught me carefully every day for three years, and then I practiced for another three years, for a total of six years."
"Started at the age of seven and practiced for six years?"
Wen Anping raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does it mean that you haven't practiced calligraphy hard since you were fourteen?"
Han Jiulin shook his head, with memories in his eyes, and said slowly: "I only practiced calligraphy hard in the first three years of my master's teaching.
Three years later, the master said that my calligraphy had reached perfection and he had nothing more to teach me. For the next three years, I just wrote without practicing."
Hearing this, Wen Chengye couldn't help but laugh out loud: "How rubbish is your master?
Even if you are extremely talented, if you start practicing calligraphy at the age of seven and practice for three years, you are still only ten years old.
Facing a ten-year-old child, I feel like I have poured out all the ink in my stomach to teach him. Is your master a calligraphy training class for teenagers that you can find on the street?"
After he finished speaking, Wen Chengye realized that what he said was interesting, and he spared no effort to ridicule and laughed.
Han Jiulin looked at Wen Chengye coldly and said with disdain: "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute. If you speak, you will only make me think you are stupid."
Wen Chengye's laughter stopped suddenly, and he shouted angrily: "What did you say? Say it again!"
He Qisi's face turned completely cold at this moment, and she said coldly: "Wen Chengye, please stop saying a few words!
The master's Jiangnan skills are clearly evident. Even you and I would never be able to write it.
You said that my husband’s calligraphy was learned from a juvenile calligraphy training class on the street. Doesn’t that mean that we are worse than those who graduated from a juvenile calligraphy training class?”
Wen Chengye was speechless for a moment and said angrily: "Even so, his master will never be an outstanding calligrapher. I have never heard of any calligrapher who can even teach a child."
No.
Moreover, I very much doubt that when he wrote this word, it was just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, and it just happened to fit the artistic conception of the poem. If he writes it again, he will definitely not be able to write the same word!"
Wen Anping also nodded slightly and said to Han Jiulin: "Young man, although my grandson's words are a bit radical, he doesn't mean anything malicious.
In fact, even I think it is incredible that you can write such words.
If possible, could you rewrite it in front of us so that I can take a good look at it?"
Han Jiulin shook his head lightly and said with a lack of interest: "I wrote this calligraphy to Mr. He at noon just to thank him for letting me borrow the book, so I wrote a copybook so that he could compare the two and get to know him better.
What is the problem when writing?
Under other circumstances, I have never written to entertain people."
However, seeing Han Jiulin not daring to write in public strengthened Wen Chengye's suspicion that Han Jiulin was just showing off.
Wen Chengye sneered and said repeatedly: "I don't need to tell you this time. He must know how much he weighs, so he doesn't dare to write in front of us to avoid being exposed."
As for Wen Anping, a look of deep suspicion flashed across his eyes, and the feeling of being polite to Han Jiulin before was instantly weakened a lot.
Writing a calligraphy does not take much energy and effort. If Han Jiulin's calligraphy skills are really good, there is no need for him to refuse.
At this time, Han Jiulin refused to write. Anyone who reads it will feel that he is not sure, so he dare not show his shame.
As for the reason he said, it is simply ridiculous.
Young people are at the age when they are full of poetry and literature. If there is something extraordinary, who would not want to show their outstanding side, be praised and praised by others, and gain fame and fortune?
Which of the famous and talented people from ancient times does not hope that their poetic talents can be known to the world and be admired and admired by others?
Han Jiulin's reason was that he had never been in the habit of writing specifically for others to watch. This sentence sounded strange.
Totally illogical!
Could it be said that when he practiced calligraphy and writing, he had gone beyond the realm of admiring and praising others and reached the realm of cultivating his sentiments and entertaining himself?
People who are successful in calligraphy only write to cultivate their sentiments and entertain themselves without sharing with others, or they are simple calligraphy enthusiasts whose calligraphy is very average.
Or, like Chen Yongyuan, who has transcended everyone's realm and reached the point of being alone and seeking defeat, he can have such a panoramic view of the mountains and small patterns, and thus entertain himself, not comparing with others, only comparing with himself.
Han Jiulin naturally saw the contempt and suspicion in Wen Anping's eyes, but he did not react at all to the ridicule and contempt of Wen's grandfather and grandson.
Han Jiulin looked at He Feng and said, "Mr. He, I'd better write you an IOU and then I won't disturb you anymore."
He had no intention of staying at He's house any longer. He just wanted to write an IOU to He Feng and then leave.
He Feng felt a little unhappy when he saw Han Jiulin being looked down upon.
Han Jiulin wrote about Jiangnan, which he saw with his own eyes, and the fact that her granddaughter hit Han Jiulin's car and Han Jiulin did not want He Qisi to compensate also gave He Feng a very good impression of Han Jiulin.
Such a young man with noble character and excellent calligraphy was invited to his home, but was ridiculed by Wen Chengye again and again.
Seeing that Han Jiulin was planning to leave at this time, He Feng sighed slightly. He didn't want Han Jiulin to stay and be made things difficult for him, so he nodded and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll find you some paper and pen."
He Qisi also felt that she had been wronged by Han Jiulin, so she couldn't help but came to Han Jiulin and apologized to Han Jiulin in a low voice: "I'm really sorry, I made you feel wronged."
"It doesn't matter." Han Jiulin shook his head and smiled. For the sake of He Feng and He Qisi, he would not argue too much with Wen Chengye.
As for Wen Anping, it is understandable that he has contempt for and doubts about his calligraphy skills.
After all, Han Jiulin knew how amazing the achievements of the man who taught him calligraphy were in calligraphy.
And he was also the most talented student that man had ever encountered in his life.
Taking the pen from He Feng, Han Jiulin came to the desk, wrote steadily and forcefully, and wrote an IOU smoothly.
He did not become unstable because someone around him was watching him write, and he did not deliberately write how he wrote.
Instead, he didn't take the looks of the people around him seriously at all, and just kept writing what he was supposed to write.
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