Xueshen: Almighty part-time job system

"Okay! Let you try!"

"It doesn't matter if you destroy this authentic work!"

He Hua's answer made Sun Jian's chest heave, his small eyes widened, and he was really angry.

He looked angrily at He Liang, then at He Hua.

What kind of grandpa is this? !

He regretted that this top-quality authentic work was about to be destroyed like this!
"What can a boy under the age of 20 write?!"

Sun Jian muttered sadly, and several people around heard it too.

Especially when He Huaxiu reached the peak of Aiki, he could hear it clearly.

But the corners of his mouth were outlined, and he smiled lightly, without any change in expression.

The surrounding guests all looked at each other in blank dismay, and shook their heads unfavorably.

On the contrary, there were a few young girls with a gleam in their beautiful eyes.

Different from these elders, they have participated in Ning Xue's coming-of-age ceremony, and they really have a little expectation for He Liang!

However, they are not fools and have a clear understanding.

Know that expectation comes from sensibility.

Real reason told them that there is a high probability that this authentic work will be destroyed!
Can a person be proficient in learning, stone gambling, piano, jazz dance, dance, calligraphy?
Not to mention He Liang who grew up in a poor environment, even those elites from big families, it is not realistic to train them deliberately from an early age!

Sun Jian was calm on the surface.

But he kept sneering in his heart.

"Are you coming? Are you worthy too?"

"You dare to say any bullshit, hum!"

He has been practicing calligraphy for more than ten years, and he has been holding a brush since he was four and a half years old, and he is even more aware of the methods and difficulties involved.

Even if the works of Wang Xizhi, an ancient book sage, are just casual works, it is definitely not something that anyone can randomly add names to!

Ordinary calligraphy masters can't do it!
Even if the teacher writes it himself, there is a probability that it will destroy the artistic conception of "Happy Birthday"!

Just because of He Liang?

"I really don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth!"

"Calligraphy, you don't just need to write neatly in the exam at school!"

Sun Jian's eyes were cold, but there was a hint of refreshment in his heart.

He originally thought that he would be overwhelmed by He Liang on the He family's birthday this time, but now it seems...not necessarily!

It's really stupid to shoot a stone at your own foot!

"It just so happened, didn't someone give away the Four Treasures of the Study?" He Liang said abruptly, startling everyone again.

Everyone suddenly realized that he was serious!
He Liang glanced at the pile of gifts not far away.

Before he could leave, Kuang San had already gone and took out the Four Treasures of the Study.

Paper, ink and pen!

"Demolish!" He Liang said without hesitation.

This price is also expensive, it is made of special materials, at least several million!
Kuang San listened to the order, without the slightest hesitation, removed the outer packaging, and revealed it.

He Liang took a few steps forward and took the pen and ink.

His eyes lit up slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised: "That's right, it's the top-quality Langhao brush!"

To a calligrapher, a brush is like a sword in the hands of a swordsman or a sickle in the hands of a farmer. It is extremely important.

If you want to achieve the state of mind-hand unity, you not only need to study hard and practice hard, but also have a good writing brush, so that you can get twice the result with half the effort.

He Liang carefully discerned the wolf hair brush in his hand. It has a sharp point and no stray hairs. The characteristics of "fine", "dense" and "even" are all satisfied.

Observing from a little distance and weighing the weight, He Liang became more and more satisfied.

It has to be said that there are basically no defective products that dare to give to Mr. He, and they are all carefully selected by all parties.

He Liang took the special top-quality ink and the attached paper next to him, his expression slightly condensed.

Spread the blank paper out.

He was not so reckless as to get started with "Happy Birthday" immediately, but planned to 'practice his pen' with blank paper first.

He dipped the Langhao pen into the ink, then pulled it out, and dyed the tip of the hair with ink, which was a bit beautiful.

Everyone held their breath and looked at He Liang, a little nervous and regretful.

I'm about to see a peerless masterpiece destroyed!
Anyone will feel sorry!

He Liang randomly placed the brush on the blank paper.

"What are you doing?" Everyone was puzzled and looked at each other, but they didn't know.

Because, He Liang put the brush on the paper, and shook his wrist lightly, letting the ink spill freely on the blank paper.

Not to mention writing books, not even painting!
After a while, the ink was stained on the blank paper in one piece and one piece in the other, which was not beautiful at all!

"It's just messing around!" Someone whispered.

They had heard that this grandson of He's parents was brilliant and precocious.

But now it seems that the rumors are completely wrong!

He Liang didn't care about other people's eyes, but put on a new blank paper again.

As before.

Dye ink, put pen, shake wrist, invade paper!
Everyone present couldn't understand what kind of operation this was!
But Sun Shu's brows were slightly furrowed.

Not only him, but his grandfather Sun Jian also seemed to think of something, his pupils shrank slightly, and his lips moved a few times.

"Is it"

"Impossible!" He shook his head abruptly.

But in my mind, I couldn't help but think of my experience in a certain exchange meeting.

Two years ago, China's top calligraphers had a private exchange, a total of more than [-] people.

Sun Jian learned by chance that he was also interested in calligraphy, so he found a way to join this exchange meeting.

A calligrapher whose level is no less than that of Wang Ling explained a unique technique.

"If you want to complete an excellent calligraphy, your own on-the-spot state, the skill level of hard practice day after day, and excellent materials are indispensable!"

"And what I want to talk about is the problem of pen and ink!"

"Top calligraphers often practice 'familiarity', or 'familiarity' before starting to write! Only when you know the thickness of the ink, the thickness of the brush, etc., can you write the work you really want !"

At their level, any slightest factor is an influence and must be taken into consideration.

The master pointed out two ways of proficiency.

"One is to use a blank paper to write a few words to practice the pen. This is also the most common one. There is also a more advanced one, which is to shake the ink!"

"I don't talk about the former, everyone here knows that what I want to talk about is the latter!"

"Shaking the ink, through shaking, let the ink scatter from the tip of the brush, and you can often observe more delicately the fit between the ink and the brush, as well as many details!"

He talked eloquently for 5 minutes.

But with this ink-shaking theory, even many calligraphy masters present frowned and shook their heads slightly.

Because it requires too much skill and finesse of one's own perception!

Even most of the calligraphy masters among them feel that they cannot do this kind of process of familiarity.

Therefore, this method has not become popular.

Sun Jian didn't take this seriously at first, but now
Now He Liang is learning how to write? !
The wrist was shaking, and the ink was like a wild horse running wild on the paper, leaving traces!

"No way!" He narrowed his eyes, shaking in his heart.

He Liang has already put on the fifth blank paper!
Shaking irregularly again!
He Liang suddenly stopped writing and closed his eyes, as if he was feeling and reminiscing about something.

After a few breaths, He Liang opened his eyes, his handsome face was full of calm, but something seemed to rise from his whole body.

"enough!"

Holding the top quality Langhao brush in his hand, he headed towards Wang Xizhi's authentic work "Happy Birthday"!

With every step, He Liang's temperament is changing!
Everyone feels it!
There seems to be something brewing in this immature young man!

He Liang stopped, his eyes as clear as water reflected the original handwriting of Wang Xizhi on the table.

next moment.

Start writing without hesitation!