Entertainment Dad: A father sings the whole school!

Chapter 442: Fighting from all sides!

At the same time, in a mansion in Yanjing.

Inside an antique and elegant study room.

Two gray-haired old men were sitting around a square desk made of red sandalwood, concentrating on studying the handwriting spread out on the table.

Among them, the old man on the left was wearing a black Tang suit, and his silver hair was combed meticulously.

He was holding a magnifying glass, leaning over in front of the handwriting, his entire face almost touching the rice paper.

"Chun-Chi-Yan-Yun!"

The old man muttered every word and sentence, his eyes were extremely fiery.

Then, he shook his head and admired:
"It's amazing, it's amazing!"

"The spirit is majestic and majestic, the brushwork is self-contained, and the breath of the master rushes forward!"

The old man holding a magnifying glass suddenly straightened his back, suddenly raised his head and asked:
"Old Liang, tell me quickly, where did you get this calligraphy? It's a good calligraphy!"

At this moment, Liang Fangwen, the old shopkeeper of Jiaxuanzhai sitting on the other side, was drinking ginseng tea contentedly, with a smug smile on his lips.

"President Li, you have always been well-informed, why don't you guess?"

Liang Fangwen sipped two sips, put down the teacup, and smiled.

Hearing this, Li Linyuan, the president of the Calligraphy Association, frowned and said hesitantly;
"Maybe Wang?"

Before Liang Fangwen revealed the answer to the mystery, Li Linyuan immediately denied his guess.

"No, it's not too low, Mr. Wang's brush strokes are more than magnificent, but not imposing, like a breeze coming, he would never write so boldly..."

Li Linyuan frowned more and more, thought hard for a moment, his eyes lit up:
"Is this Old Lu's handwriting?"

"That's not right. If this masterpiece was made by others, he would have come to me to show off to me, so how could it have fallen into your hands?"

Seeing Li Linyuan guessing left and right, he couldn't understand it.

Seeing this, Liang Fangwen laughed and raised his chin proudly.

Heh, when it comes to calligraphy, you, old Li, boast that you know everything, and you are good at everything.

The breadth of knowledge and the height of vision are unmatched by anyone in the world!

how?

Why are you so depressed today?
Liang Fangwen crossed his legs and smiled very complacently, showing high spirits.

This is the calligraphy of Master Tang!

But, even if you, Old Li, have heard of the name of Master Tang, you will never think of it!
Hehe, let you usually show off your skills in front of our brothers.

Thinking of this, Liang Fangwen drank his tea slowly, and looked up from time to time to see his old friend scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, not to mention how happy he was.

On the other side, Li Linyuan was about to lose his mind right now.

According to the characteristics of this "Spring Pond Swan Rhyme", Mr. Li almost thought of all the famous calligraphers in the world.

But then, the candidates just proposed were rejected by other reasons that popped up in his mind.

In desperation, Li Linyuan had no choice but to put down his figure, nodded and bowed to beg Liang Fangwen.

"Old Liang, we two brothers have been friends for decades, so we don't bring someone like you..."

"Tell me quickly!"

"Don't tell me again, I will be driven crazy by curiosity!"

With a bitter old face, Li Linyuan couldn't wait to speak.

At this moment, Jian Guanzi is almost sold.

Liang Fangwen put down his legs leisurely, waved slightly, and signaled his old friend to sit down in front of him first.

Li Linyuan had no choice but to follow suit, and put on a serious attitude like a primary school student waiting for class.

"Haha, Old Li!"

"Don't waste your time guessing!"

"You must have never heard of this name!"

Liang Fangwen shook the folding fan in his hand, trying his best to pretend to be calm.

But the corner of the mouth that grinned almost to the ear, the corner of the eye and the brow that couldn't hide the pride, all betrayed his true heart.

Hearing this, Li Linyuan was puzzled for a while, and said in disbelief: "

"What? I haven't heard of this name before?"

"I'm talking about Old Liang, your words are too contemptuous..."

"Nowadays, in Long Kingdom, as long as there are famous calligraphers, which one is not my old friend for many years?"

"Even those who live overseas, their names, I can count them all!"

Seeing Li Linyuan patted his chest, speaking with a convincing air.

Liang Fangwen sneered in his heart, but his mouth responded indifferently:
"Oh? Then dare to ask who is the name of the master who wrote Chunchi Yanyun?"

The plain old shopkeeper's words directly blocked Li Linyuan's mouth, making him speechless.

The latter is like a frost-beaten eggplant, no longer full of air, and has become awkward.

"This, this... Where am I..."

Li Linyuan blushed, his tongue seemed to be knotted, and he stuttered for a long time without saying a word.

Liang Fangwen snorted coldly in disdain, but changed the topic:

"Forget it, let's not talk about this person's origin."

"Since you are well-informed, old Li, please comment on the advantages of this calligraphy."

"Little old man, I don't know much about calligraphy. I want to hear what Master Li has to say!"

Accompanied by Liang Fangwen's yin and yang voice, it fell.

The corners of Li Linyuan's mouth twitched, and his expression became extremely strange.

Good guy!
Your old Liang started working as a clerk in Jiaxuanzhai.

Became the big shopkeeper at the age of 50...

It can be said that he has spent his whole life in the pile of copybooks, calligraphy and paintings.

How dare you not blush now and say that you don't understand well without your heart beating?

You're just talking nonsense with your eyes open, and you're pretending to be a wolf with a big tail here!

But pretending to be pretending, there is nothing to do with him...

Who let it be me who needs others now.

"Okay, since you, Old Liang, want to hear it, I will boldly comment on it!"

Seeing that Liang Fangwen intends to test the school, Li Linyuan coughed twice, and said in a solemn tone:

"The rhyme of the Spring Lake is written in a combination of rigidity and softness, using the middle and the sides together, with all the muscles and bones, and the writing style is unique and sharp. It is impossible for someone who has been immersed in the cold and heat for more than ten years to have this skill!"

Liang Fangwen closed his eyes slightly, and hummed noncommittally, just like an examiner during an interview.

Seeing that his old friend didn't say anything more, Li Linyuan was relieved, thinking that he had just dealt with it.

Suddenly, the former's flat voice without any ups and downs rang in his ears again:

"Then dare to ask President Li, where is this unique style? Where is it so old?"

Hearing this, Li Linyuan's face darkened, and his heart was furious.

Damn, nitpick, right?
You old Liang really put up the airs!
Li Linyuan was patient and said in a bad mood:
"The biggest feature of the pen is its ink color, which can be called eight-sided strike!"

"There is dryness in wetness, and wetness in dryness!"

"There is light in the thick, and there is thick in the light!"

"It seems ordinary, but when you look closely, it changes a lot. It's amazing!"

Hearing this, Liang Fangwen finally nodded in satisfaction, put down his folding fan, and clapped his hands.

"Good good!"

"You are worthy of being the president of our Longguo Calligraphy Association!"

"The incisiveness of appreciation and commentary can be described as penetrating."

"Today opened my eyes and benefited a lot."

(End of this chapter)