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Although old Wutou has a lot of research on literature and culture, he really doesn't have a cold for subjects such as English and mathematics.As a scumbag in a certain sense, he has been abused by it since he was young, and his psychological shadow is not insignificant.In fact, after reaching the professor level, he still only knows how to speak dumb English, and he may not be able to solve a trigonometric function in a day. Naturally, he can't empathize with Shao Yan's paper.

Due to his status, he couldn't criticize the school's compulsory system so freely. It would cause an uproar. The resentment he was full of now was completely relieved by Shao Yan's refined few hundred words. The more he looked at this piece of paper, The more impeccable I felt, I couldn't help holding it in my hand and studying the words repeatedly.

It's a little strange for other professors who came back to see him after the class. Old Wutou is not a dedicated teacher. He usually sits here when there is no class, plays Lianliankan, drinks tea and reads newspapers. When he really corrects students' homework Not many.Professor Li, who has a good relationship with him, made two cups of Biluochun with a smile, brought a cup to the old Wu's table, and asked, "It's really strange. It's rare to see you review papers. Don't we want to do it for you this time?"

Old Wu shook his head and praised: "I met a bosom friend."

Professor Li was overjoyed, it was really strange to hear such words from an old colleague with a bad temper.Seeing that old Wutou was so serious, he couldn't help but poked his head over to take a look, and immediately froze for a moment: "This... this word...!"

He was about to snatch it, but the old Wu who was found to be in the wrong place dodged it: "Why?!"

"Let me see it!" Professor Li grabbed his clothes and tugged hard: "Hurry up! Who wrote this word? I won't fight with you, let's take a look!"

Old Wutou gave it to him half-believingly, looking at Professor Li as if he was looking crazy: "This is a thesis written by the students in our class. You know everyone, just Shao Yan. What's the point of writing?"

"What do you know?" Although Professor Li works in the Chinese Department like Old Wutou, his hobbies are different.Old Wutou likes literature and ancient books, the rarer ones are more precious, while he is obsessed with calligraphy and painting Danqing, loves to collect authentic works of masters, whether it is handwriting or ink painting, he has studied it for many years.His sense of brush and ink is countless times sharper than that of old Wutou. Old Wutou only saw the sharpness of Shao Yan's brushwork, but he immediately recognized the preciousness of this good calligraphy, and immediately spread his tongue in front of him and admired it .

"This stroke, look, this strength... tsk tsk tsk." Professor Li's eyes fell on the paper and he couldn't take it out. How powerful is it? One stroke at a time, but arrogant..."

If you don't want to talk about the interlacing, old Wutou heard his words so miraculously, and he only felt that Shao Yan's handwriting was beautiful and beautiful, and he didn't see so many experts' comments on him.He came closer with doubts on his face, thinking that Shao Yan was only a freshman, so he couldn't help asking: "You have seen Shao Yan in our class, and he handed in four blank papers in the exam a few days ago. His writing is really good, but is his handwriting really that good?"

Professor Li didn't say a word, turned around and ran away when Old Wu didn't react.

Old Wutou stared at his back in a daze for a while before he suddenly woke up, and immediately ran after him: "That's our class' paper!!!!"

After being shared by Professor Li in the circle of friends, Shao Yan's article became popular immediately.In modern society, there are not many young people who love ancient culture, and there are even fewer who can write well.Brush calligraphy has long been withdrawn from the stage of daily use due to the inconvenience of writing. Although there are still people who learn it for the sake of cultivating their sentiments, unless they study this for generations, there are really few people who can learn the true chapter.Professor Li almost forgot when was the last time he saw such beautiful new characters. The fonts with their own strength and style have broken away from the category of "writing for fun", which can be called a rare master's handwriting up.

In fact, Shao Yan started learning calligraphy when he was almost ten years old. That year he had just entered the Imperial Dining Prison, and happened to have a chance to practice calligraphy in the Dining Prison.How could Shao Yan, who was climbing upwards, be willing to give up this opportunity when he saw that the sky was not obeying his orders. People who were practicing martial arts and studying at the same time were almost busy, but the kid who was too big just persisted like this.He is willing to work hard in his studies, and his teacher assigned him to write two hundred articles a word, and he would never just write 190, hang sandbags on his arms, put teacups, lay eggs, and double the punishment if he falls, and so on, even the harsh teacher It was also because of his attitude that he was much gentler to him.Later, after he had a small success in martial arts, his hands no longer trembled slightly like ordinary people, his arms became stronger, and his writing became smoother and more beautiful.In the deep palace where there is no entertainment life, Director Shao is not suffocated by the oppressive environment because of this hobby, whether it is researching new dishes or shutting himself in the room to write eloquently for a whole day, relying on this to vent The depression and anger in my heart are really effective.

This also indirectly led to his rapid progress in calligraphy.The emperor is also a person who loves calligraphy, and his calligraphy is beyond the reach of many literati and scholars in the government and the public. After knowing that Shao Yan also has a hobby of writing, he has given many precious materials, and from time to time, he will also order Shao Yan's shortcomings.It was an era when the whole people sought good calligraphy, and the treatment of works was much harsher than in modern society. Shao Yan was not well-known at that time, let alone in this era now.

However, what Shao Yan got at that time was not a good statement. His words were like his own. His arrogance on paper made those sour people who believe in gentleness very uncomfortable.Obviously, he hadn't had much contact with people outside the palace, but after a few words left by the emperor's incognito tour to the people, he became more and more defiant in the mouths of outsiders.Many people are very willing to believe that he is a ruthless, ambitious and treacherous man, saying that his handwriting is "undecorous", and the impeachment continues, which makes the emperor and himself feel very depressed sometimes.

But Professor Li and the others don't think there's anything wrong with the slanted sword in Shao Yan's characters. This word is too special, and the more special it is, the more people can't put it down!

Shao Yan didn't feel too nervous when he was invited by his class teacher to come to the office. He had been there many times before because he didn't hand in his homework. After handing in the blank paper this time, he guessed that the professors It is estimated that he will be allowed to "talk about the heart".

After bidding farewell to a large group of students in the class who pretended to mourn for him, Shao Yan came to the office familiarly, but when he opened the door, he found that there were many people buzzing inside.

Just as he was about to say goodbye and say that he would come back later, the old Wu who was talking in the middle of the room stopped him: "Ouch! Shao Yan is here? Come in, come in!"

Shao Yan rested his hand on the doorknob, without moving his feet, and stared at the cigarette in the hand of an old professor not far away from him.The other party was stunned by his look, then subconsciously pinched the cigarette into the ashtray, and called out to the others: "Hurry up and pinch the cigarette, Lao Li, you open the window quickly, the students are here, there is a room full of cigarettes. It doesn't taste good."

Shao Yan waited until the smell in the room was not so strong before walking in. Without closing the door, he stood in the most breathable position and said lazily: "Mr. Wu, are you looking for me?"

Old Wutou stood up, with a rare and pleasant expression on his face, and he looked at Shao Yan with obvious pride in the depths of his eyes: "Come, come, let me introduce you, these are old professors from our school."

He identified the surnames of those professors one by one for Shao Yan. Shao Yan looked carefully, but he couldn't find Professor Mao Gai and English professor in it, so he couldn't figure it out.However, these people in front of him are all professors, and his attitude must be more polite than that of ordinary people. When Old Wu arranged for him to sit, he gave way twice before sitting down. The old professor's goodwill increased greatly.

"Shao Yan." Professor Li took out Shao Yan's thesis paper from the notebook and put it on the table, and asked cautiously, "Did you write this article? Or did you ask someone to write it for you?"

Shao Yan realized all of a sudden that his thesis topic selection was so extreme. In this situation, it seems that the English professor and the high mathematics professor came to settle accounts with him.

Shao Yan was not afraid at all, he smiled slowly on his face, and his voice was still lazy: "I wrote it."

To his surprise, a group of old men did not stand up and yell at him when they heard this, but after a short moment of uproar in the room, Professor Li, the official questioner, came out: "How long have you been learning calligraphy? "

"Calligraphy?" Shao Yan glanced at the paper on the table before realizing what the other person was asking. After thinking about it for a while, he answered truthfully, "Eight or nine years old, maybe less than ten years old."

"Then it's only been more than ten years?!" Professor Li looked surprised, and couldn't help standing up and approaching him while propping up the table, "I see that your handwriting skills have been at least 30 years old. Which master did you learn from?" ? How can you make such rapid progress?"

It was the first time that Shao Yan realized the specialness of his handwriting. After all, his handwriting became more and more stable after he practiced martial arts. How well he writes, so it was only now that Shao Yan suddenly realized that his persistent martial arts practice had brought such benefits to his body.

His master's name must never be mentioned. If it spreads out in the future and Father Shao and the others hear it, it will definitely be bad. Shao Yan smiled and did not answer this question, but asked instead: "I came here to ask about the thesis. something?"

Seeing that he didn't answer, Professor Li also realized that his question was out of line. Shao Yan's status was not equal to that of ordinary students in the school, and they didn't dare to neglect casually, so they had to laugh twice and changed the question: "Except for regular script, But there are still good words?"

Shao Yan glanced at a wild cursive hanging on the wall, thought for a while, and then answered: "There is still some research on cursive script."

"Paper and paper!" As if waiting for his words, Professor Li immediately jumped up, asked someone to get the paper and opened the cabinet to get the ink by himself, and asked with a smile, "How can you use lower script with your hand?" It shocked me, my favorite is cursive script, and I have collected more than 30 volumes of authentic cursive script at home. Would you mind showing your hands?"

Shao Yan finally understood why these people called him here, he sighed softly and leaned back in the chair without speaking or moving.

Seeing him like this, Professor Li didn't know what to do for a while, something suddenly turned in his mind, and he said: "I know your professor Mao Gai, come and show me, and the matter of handing in the blank paper will be exposed!"

Shao Yan stared at him until he was sure that the other party was not trying to fool him, then he clapped his hands and left the stool: "Deal!"

Spreading the paper, pressing the edge, picking up the pen, and concentrating, Shao Yan took the time to complain: "Your ink is not good, it's not slippery at all."

Professor Li is so angry, this ink is also very expensive to buy, okay, if Shao Yan'er's calligraphy is not beautiful, he would not take it out, this kid is actually so picky.

Shao Yan stared at the huge sheet of paper covering the table, pondered for a while and didn't know what he was rewriting, and only after he glanced at the cursive script on the wall did he come up with an idea.Cantilever, Zuo Jiner, the first stroke of the pen tip on the paper made Professor Li's eyes widen instantly.

The domineering and evil spirit poured out like a flood that opened the gate, with a menacing arrogance, and Shao Yan wrote it heartily with a few strokes as if with the help of a god.A bunch of old scholars who were on the sidelines looked at it, but their hearts were raised.

Sky - down - wind - cloud - out - me - generation -

In just seven words, the birds and the snakes are frightened by the pen, and the sword is on the verge of breaking out.After finishing the pen, Shao Yan lifted the pen and heaved a long sigh of relief. Looking at the words on the paper, he couldn't help but feel two points of satisfaction in his heart.

A group of old professors backed away when Shao Yan was writing just now, but at this moment they couldn't help but approached. Professor Li raised his hand and stroked the blank space of the paper for a while, unable to speak, and after a while, he turned his head and stared brightly. Staring at Shao Yan: "Come to our association, such a good handwriting, it's a pity to bury it."

Shao Yanhun didn't care, his current career focus was not on writing.

Professor Li added another sentence: "Members will get extra points in the exams in the future. You can pass the blank papers in high mathematics and English, and you don't need to take CET-[-] when you graduate."

Um?There is such a good thing?

Shao Yan immediately looked back, looked at Professor Li sincerely, and smiled without hesitation: "Please take care of me in the future."