"Zhong Yue, where are people?"

"Professor Liu, you guys go back first, I will stay here for a few more days."

"You really wrote the "Raw Wine Post"?"

Zhong Yue didn't know how many times he answered the same question, "Yes, yes, I wrote it. Professor Liu, do you want to question me too?"

A hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone, "Okay, I won't ask anymore. Zhong Yue, you can enjoy it."

Zhong Yue hung up the phone and threw his phone aside, "What's wrong with this..."

His Weibo had already exploded, and private messages came frantically, like a group of beasts. He just clicked on Zhong Yue's mobile phone and was stuck. After that, it was repaired so that Zhong Yue could use it normally, and all kinds of problems were thrown over. Sometimes, people were really afraid of being famous and pigs, and that day, Zhong Yue wrote the so-called "Raw Wine Post" and was just immersed in his own world. I really have to say what the meaning of his writing "Raw Wine Post" is, Zhong Yue can only say...

"I don't know, it's meaningless."

However, there are always troublesome people who start their own yy.

Many cultural circles have become popular with Zhong Yue's "Raw Wine Post" and have followed the trend to write articles.

"What is it that makes the calligraphy genius write the "Yellow Wine Post" in grief and anger!"

"From the Yellow Wine Post, I read out my resentment towards the world..."

"Are you a genius or a scheming bitch? What do you mean by writing a yellow wine post?"

The more and more correct articles, regarding this "Yellow Wine Post" that emerged, poured into the online platform, newspapers and videos. Zhong Yue had never heard of the phone call the next morning. He had already shaken and was too lazy to answer.

The problem is roughly as follows:

Did you really write it?

Why write this?

Have you written running script before?

Zhong Yue ignored these questions and inquiries.

He wrote this work without purpose or intention, just writing it casually. After writing it, he bought a jar of Shaoxing flower sculptures and worshiped Xu Wei, thanking Xu Wei for his kindness in painting.

As for some people outside the world, the sentence "Worshiping Xu Wenchang in Shanyin" in Zhong Yue's works is too artificial, and there is no reason to raise wine to worship an ancient man's doubts, Zhong Yue doesn't want to explain it. They don't understand why Zhong Yue wrote such a work.

Records without intention are often the essence of calligraphy. This is the meaning of the existence of "Yellow Wine Tie".

If Zhong Yue is asked to copy this work, it may be just like Wang Xizhi cannot copy his own "Preface to the Lanting Collection", and he cannot copy "Yellow Wine Post" anymore, because this matter has passed, but to restore the work from the perspective of calligraphy and copying, the taste has changed.

When Zhong Yue arrived at the streets of Guyangzhou, Jin Nongzhen sat in front of the book stall to sell calligraphy and paintings.

"Mr. Dongxin, is there any mistake I did this?"

Jin Nong shook his head and said, "Do you think there are standards for calligraphy right or wrong?"

"What I mean is the attitude towards the work."

Of course, there is nothing right or wrong with calligraphy. Even when Shi Xiang saw him, he insisted that his "ugly calligraphy" was calligraphy. Zhong Yue could only despise him in terms of behavior and language. There was no law that could prevent Shi Dashi's "art".

"Look at the calligraphy and paintings on my stall, how do they compare with your "Raw Wine Post"?"

"I don't understand what you mean sir."

Jin Nong looked as if he was old god free, "You don't have to be embarrassed, but it's okay."

Zhong Yue looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the book stall and said, "In terms of appearance, sir, your works are more like a calligraphy and painting work, but in terms of brushwork and layout, I think it is my small character that is wonderful."

Zhong Yue did not say it was better, but used the word "miraculous". He thought of it, but he did not have the same state as he was, but he thought about it that day and really wanted to go, and then wrote this passage.

Jin Nong smiled and said, "You are quite unfair. Yes, my calligraphy and paintings are indeed not as good as your "Raw Wine Post", but you have to understand that I am used to sell money, so whether it is couplets or four screens, they are all deliberately. You can't say it, just write some vernacular words. The customer is not illiterate, and he can understand what he wrote. So in terms of the value of selling small money, your "Raw Wine Post" is worthless."

Zhong Yue nodded.

"But I can sell it for a lot of money. Of course, I am talking to ordinary people. You and I are not the kind of person who are so expensive that they don't eat grains. To make a living, you have to rely on a pen in your hand. So as long as you have your persistence, it doesn't matter what you write, just do whatever you want."

"Thank you for your advice, sir."

"It's just Zhong Yue, can you overcome the threshold you set yourself? If you can't, you'll be like this in your life."

The four words like this seem to be quiet, but there are many people in the world who can't even do this "this" for a lifetime!

"Sir, I will work hard!"

Jin Nong smiled slightly, "If you have such perseverance, your vision is limited to the square paper of four corners."

"Bookmaker and calligrapher, this is the difference that you taught me at the beginning."

"good!"

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...

The yachts on the Huangpu River have become the most stunning wind in the old Bund in the cold winter.

There is no shortage of travelers at the Bund by the river at all times. Looking at the white yacht on the river, I envy that one day I can sit on it and drink coffee.

The people on the yacht regarded the river bank as a scenery. Mu Qingyun sat in the empty yacht, looking at his younger brother who was holding a pen and writing a book, shaking his wine glass with one hand and holding a fragrant cheek with the other, and looking at his brother's silhouette with blurred eyes.

"Sister, I can't copy it."

Mu Qingyun was wandering in his mind. When he heard the call, he came back to his senses. "It's useless. I have been learning it with Wang Ge for almost five years, and I can't copy a piece of work. I can't copy it, just write it ink."

"I can't..."

Mu Zilan and Cao Xilan, the young master of the Cao family, both have the same name as Lan. This is not a coincidence, but the two were born on the same day of the same year and month. At that time, the old man from the Mu family met the old man of the Cao family and held a full moon banquet together. The naming was also negotiated. This is also the reason why Cao Xilan had such a good relationship with Mu Qingyun. It was not because of his own sister, so he had a chance to get closer...

Seeing her younger brother weakly saying the three words "I can't do it", Mu Qingyun shook her head and sighed. Her personality was as spoiled as her father, but Mu Zilan, who has been treated as a treasure in her palm since childhood, followed her mother, and her personality was a bit weak.

"Tsk. This guy makes no sense to use a pen, it's not that I'm bad."

Mu Qingyun wanted to find her father's shadow from her younger brother. Calligraphy was once the most memorable time she had been with her father in the study. However, a car accident completely separated her from her parents' yin and yang. Seeing her younger brother pulling her with one hand, Mu Qingyun was wearing Mu Zilan's soft hair like her mother.

"Don't touch my head like a dog, sister!"

Mu Qingyun burst out laughing, "Lanlan, you don't have the ability, just say that what they wrote is unreasonable. Then if my sister handed over the group to you in the future, you can't beat them. Do you still have to say that it's unreasonable?"

Mu Zilan drank orange juice, "He made no sense in his brushwork and it was not what I said, the master said."

"Oh? What did he say?"

Mu Zilan recalled the words he accidentally eavesdropped that night, and learned Wang Ge's tone and said, "Cough cough. This word is unreasonable! Alas... Zhong Buqi, you have no reason!"

Mu Qingyun's teeth touched the red wine glass.

Isn't a clock?

"This name is so ugly..."

Mu Zilan smiled and said, "Sister, have you never disliked the bad name of someone else?"

Mu Qingyun glanced at the younger brother who was talking, "Do you want me to dislike you too?" She thought Zhong Yuebiao's words were ugly, but in fact she had the same meaning to Wang Ge that this post was unreasonable.

"I met that idiot Cao Xilan today and happened to be looking for the master."

Mu Qingyun rubbed his temples, "I have told you so many times. For me, don't call Master in a closed mouth, I'm upset to listen."

"Haha." Mu Zilan leaned aside and smelled the unique perfume smell on his sister, "Do you want to..."

"roll."

"Tsk." Mu Zilan held the "Yellow Wine Post" and crossed his legs, "But this person is really interesting, sister, do you think we should talk to him?"
Chapter completed!