Chapter 397 (1/2)

”Old man, I didn't copy the broken peak in the original post. How about this picture?”

Put down the brush, Chu Ling Feng frowned, said: ”there are a few broken pen, I did not grasp the strength of the wrist.”

If you want to write a good brush, you need a lot of factors. Brush, ink, paper and inkstone are very important, especially the pen. If you don't have a familiar brush, the words you write will be different.

”Broken pen? Where is the broken pen? I didn't see that? ” Yuan Lang turned his head and looked at Yuan Gang.

Yuan Gang also gave a wry smile. Although he and Yuan Lang have the vision of appreciating calligraphy, they still can't appreciate it. They still can't see Chu Lingfeng's broken pen.

”This is not a broken pen, Xiao Chu!”

Mr. Yuan's eyes were not very good. He took a magnifying glass and looked at each word one by one. After a long time, he straightened up and shook his head and said, ”Xiao Chu, if I give you a familiar brush, you must write better than this!”

”I'm flattered. In fact, that painting is my best. I need luck to write it.” Chu Ling Feng shook his head with a smile and said.

”It's very valuable. None of the contemporary calligraphers can write this kind of character!”

Looking at Chu Lingfeng, Mr. Yuan shook his head with a smile and said, ”little Chu, let alone the contemporary calligraphers, even the calligraphers of the past, you can't be worse than them. It's really rare!”

Mr. Yuan's eyes on Chu Lingfeng are full of appreciation and love. As the saying goes, Wang Ba looks at mung bean. Now he is looking at the right eye. He just feels that Chu Lingfeng is good everywhere.

”Dad, are you exaggerating?”

A middle-aged woman on one side expressed doubts. She still had the idea of seniority in her mind. She always felt that Chu Lingfeng was so young that she should not have such artistic attainments.

Looking at the woman, Mr. Yuan waved his hand and said, ”Yuan Ying, it's no exaggeration. The characters of Xiao Chu are deep in the true meaning of Wang Xizhi. You can see from the first picture. Even if Wang Xizhi wrote them himself, it's estimated that they are at this level. Maybe they are not as good as Xiao Chu.”

After a pause, the old man pointed to the second piece of ink that had not yet dried, and then said, ”although this piece of ink is also a copy of the preface to Lanting collection, it has already had Xiao Chu's own thoughts, which is even more valuable. If only on calligraphy, no one can surpass Xiao Chu in today's world.”

”Old man, you are killing me!”

”Are you still afraid of killing?” Mr. Yuan took a look at Chu Lingfeng and said, ”if you take out this hand, you can make many people shut up.”

”Old man, not everyone has your level. My writing is just a hobby. Just keep it for yourself.” Chu Ling Feng shook his head with a smile and said to Mr. Yuan.

”Well, you can be so indifferent to fame and wealth at a young age. Xiao Lang, you are really a good friend.” Hearing Chu Lingfeng's words, Mr. Yuan clapped his thigh, but he appreciated Chu Lingfeng more and more.

With that, Mr. Yuan pointed to the character written by Chu Lingfeng on the table and said to Yuan Lang, ”Xiao Lang, you can find someone to paste this character and hang it on the main hall.”

In the old man's living room, what he hangs is basically his own calligraphy and paintings. It's not a general compliment that he can give Chu Lingfeng the position of the main hall.