After dinner, Lao Jin started.

"You really wrote those poems?"

Zhong Ming chewed the chicken legs: "Yes, I really wrote it."

"Okay, even if you wrote it, you have to know that the difficulty of writing "Memorial to Nephew" is completely different from those lines of poetry! Young people are too ignorant of the world." Lao Jin picked up the chopsticks dish. "When I was young, I felt that I could write famous works such as "Memorial to Nephew", "Preface to the Lanting Collection" and "Self-Portrait", but I really found out that it was far inferior to some calligraphy masters!"

Lao Jin paused and said, "You have a good foundation, but your mentality is not good. Pride and complacency are a taboo in learning calligraphy. What do we calligraphers pay attention to? Be humble! Otherwise, it is very likely to limit your future development."

Lao Jin talked for a long time, and Zhong Ming could hear that the old man was sincere and was indeed persuading the younger generation.

But the key is that Zhong Ming’s calligraphy skills are eaten by eating fruits, and they do not conform to the general rules that Lao Jin said...

But looking at Lao Jin's attitude, he was too enthusiastic and made him useless work so much, so Zhong Ming couldn't stand it.

Seeing that the meal was almost over, Zhong Ming said, "How about this, I will write "Memorial to Nephew" here. Look at my level and just give me some advice, okay?"

"Writing here?" Lao Jin was stunned. This is the staff cafeteria!

Zhong Ming nodded: "Yes, I have both the hand-painted board and the pressure pen."

Lao Jin looked so sorry for his bad temper: "How can you use a pen to write such famous works? Alas, forget it, you just write it casually anyway. OK, then you can just write it here, just let you know that not everyone can write famous works like "Memorial to Nephew".

Soon, the meal was finished.

Zhou Sen took all the dishes away, Zhong Ming pulled out a tissue and wiped the table, and took out the hand-painted board and pressure pen from his bag.

Lao Jin looked like "I'll just watch you pretend to behave quietly."

This is the staff canteen, and the table is a dining table. In Lao Jin's opinion, this height is definitely not suitable. Zhong Ming was holding a pressure pen and a hand-painted board, which was naturally shorter in various objective conditions.

For example, if Lao Jin wrote "A Memorial to Nephew", he would have prepared all the pens, inks, paper and inkstones. He would have to find the most comfortable and suitable desk before he could write it.

As a result, Zhong Ming was so good that he could deal with any conditions.

Zhong Ming unfolds the hand-painted board and places it on the table.

Then I picked up the pressure pen, opened a blank manuscript, wrote two casually, and warmed my hands.

He remembered the original works of "Memorial to Nephew" very clearly in the pile of calligraphy fruits. Not to mention the shape of each character, even the way of applying it is clearly remembered!

Because famous calligraphy works such as "Memorial to Nephew" and "Preface to Lanting Collection" are originally part of the calligraphy ability, and are naturally included in the fruits of calligraphy.

However, Zhong Ming did not dare to start writing immediately. "The Commemoration to Nephew" is no different than other words. The emotions in this article are consistent and must be written in one breath, and there is no pause in the middle.

Indeed, the hand-painted board can be withdrawn or deleted or modified at will, but if it is too deliberate, it will be difficult to reproduce the connotation of "Memorial to Nephew".

Lao Jin watched Zhong Ming brewing emotions while watching him write a few words casually on the hand-painted board, and then deleted them all.

"Yes, this kid is still a bit skillful. It seems that those poems were really written by him." Lao Jin said silently in his heart.

Finally, Zhong Ming finished writing!

"The first year of Wei Qianyuan, the third day of the first day of Gengwu, Wuxu..."

Zhong Ming wrote very quickly, and he was still drawing and painting in the middle of the journey, but without much hesitation, one word after another, brushing the dots!

Lao Jin's eyes were wide open!

Zhou Sen was also watching, frowning.

What's this!

Zhou Sen only saw that the characters written by Zhong Ming were deformed, and many of them were often outlined, deleted and modified, and the second line was written incorrectly. When it was in the middle, it was even more smeared in large pieces, and several places were painted into black circles!

This made Zhou Sen, a patient with mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, feel uncomfortable all over. Didn’t he say that he could write ready-made manuscripts? How could he write typos?

Are you calligraphers so casual?

Of course, Zhou Sen didn't understand calligraphy at all, and he couldn't even understand what the specific words Zhong Ming wrote, so he could only look at the traces of smearing and deleting.

But he looked at Lao Jin and found that Lao Jin wanted to stretch his neck to the hand-painted board, and his eyes were even wide open, just like seeing a ghost.

Zhou Sen secretly wondered, is this written well or is it not good?

Judging from Lao Jin's expression, this is very well written!

Zhou Sen was about to ask, but Lao Jin discovered it and glared at him fiercely, which meant: Don’t make a sound! Didn’t you see that this is just written?

Zhou Sen instantly held back his words to his throat.

Soon, Zhong Ming finished writing.

"Alas, I'm sorry, I'm still feasting!"

Of course, there are no punctuation marks, but this emotion is clearly expressed.

When I wrote the last two lines, my handwriting was already extremely messy and sloppy. If Zhou Sen could barely recognize one or two words in the previous content, then in the last two lines, Zhou Sen was completely reading the Book of Heaven and could not recognize a single word.

Lao Jin was silent for two seconds and didn't say anything.

He knew he had finished writing, but he was still staring nervously.

He is verifying the details in his memory one by one!

In this world, there are many calligraphers who specialize in the textual research of "Memorial to Nephew". There are explanations for where there are smears, where there are deletions, and even what the shape of a certain character is!

Writing "Memorial to Nephew" does not mean that you can write the regular script neatly in a neat way, that is what elementary school students do.

Calligraphers in this world are pursuing the perfect recreation of the original appearance of "Memorial to Nephew", so so many people have researched and restored through various clues!

Now, Lao Jin stared at this "Commemorative Manuscript of Nephew", feeling that his consciousness was a little dazed.

All the descriptions of "Memorial to the Nephew" in ancient books were verified in this "Memorial to the Nephew"!

"Chen Yi of the Yuan Dynasty once said that the word '未' is like a mountain of Tai to press the bottom pillar, the last word '未' is like a scroll of light clouds, and the word '未' is like a flash of wind, and the word '未' is like a shocking dragon to enter the hibernation... It turns out that's what it means?"

Lao Jin looked at Zhong Ming: "Can I take a closer look?"

The bell laughed and pushed the hand-painted board in front of Lao Jin.

Lao Jin's hand trembled slightly and he ordered several times to save it, for fear that he would accidentally lose this "Memorial to Nephew".

While looking, he gestured with his fingers in the void, and he was muttering something in his mouth.

"So that's it...so that's how the word is written!"

"Even the modification here seems to be natural!"

“Perfect, perfect…”

Lao Jin was muttering something, which made Zhou Sen confused.

What does it mean? It's almost painted into a hornet's nest, why is it still perfect...

As expected, ordinary people don’t understand the world of calligraphers…

Lao Jin suddenly slapped the table: "I want to buy this electronic version of "Mission of Nephew"! How much does it cost!"
Chapter completed!