If This Is Called Blind Writing, Is There Still Words in the World?
"Wow, is this Tang Ming's home? I thought it was the same as us!" Hu Cheng looked at the simple European-style house in front of him and thought about the warmth of his own home. He wondered if it was decorated according to gender?
However, the boy naturally liked the simple European style with black and white as the main color, especially since there were all kinds of models of cars and airplanes around. It was completely his dream room!
Hu Lan's eyes widened as she carefully looked around. Her mind was imagining Tang Ming in every corner of the place, and her face could not help but turn red.
"You guys are here." Lin Gengxin and Chen Chichi heard the noise downstairs and walked out.
"Pfft ~" Zhao Liying burst out laughing as she pointed at the two people upstairs.
This immediately attracted the attention of the others. Everyone raised their heads and laughed loudly."Hahaha ~"
Lin Gengxin and Chen Chichi were puzzled, not knowing what they were laughing about.
"Xiao Xin, Xiao Chichi, what did you do to your faces?" Mother Zhao kindly reminded them.”
Lin Gengxin and Chen Chichi's faces were covered in red packets. Their originally good faces immediately became like a color wheel, making people want to laugh.
Upon hearing this, Lin Gengxin and Chen Chichi turned around and looked at each other. They couldn't help but laugh."You, haha ~"
"Did you get stung by bees while we were away?”Zhao Liying teased.
Chen Chichi said helplessly," It's good that there's honey to eat. Unfortunately, mosquitoes don't produce honey!"”
As he said that, he grabbed his arm again. There were red packets everywhere.
Hearing this, everyone understood that he had been bitten by mosquitoes.
"You didn't bring mosquito nets?" Mother Zhao asked.
Lin Gengxin shook his head.
At this moment, Zhao Shan, who had a Chongqing accent, said,""We have mosquito coil incense. Do you want it, Brother Lin?”
Hearing this, Chen Chichi immediately nodded and said,""Yes, yes, yes!"
They had already suffered enough from mosquitoes, so they naturally did not want to be with mosquitoes again tonight.
"Eh? Who wrote this? It was a beautiful calligraphy, and it had the power to penetrate the back of the paper. Good calligraphy, good calligraphy!”Father Hu, who was looking after the vegetable garden with his wife in the courtyard, accidentally saw a plaque with the words: He naturally knew that this was the sign prepared by the program team to hang the name of the courtyard.
He was the one who had written Zhao Liying's house sign. Father Hu was a famous calligrapher and thought that his calligraphy was not bad. At least, it was definitely the best among this group of people. In the end, he did not expect to see such good calligraphy. For a moment, he did not know how to describe it. In the end, he could only say "good calligraphy" over and over again to express his excitement at the moment.
As the saying goes, outsiders watch the show, while professionals watch the art of calligraphy. It was no exaggeration to say that even the most powerful calligrapher's calligraphy could not compare to this calligraphy!
He had only seen such words on the handwriting of famous masters in ancient times. It was no exaggeration to say that these words were definitely priceless in the calligraphy world. Now, such a piece of handwriting was casually pasted on a low-quality wooden tablet. This was simply a waste of natural resources!
If it wasn't for Mama Hu holding him back, he would have taken the calligraphy off carefully and placed it in a high-quality rosewood box.
Mother Hu, who was standing at the side, naturally knew her husband's character. He was a person who would not move when he saw good calligraphy. There were countless famous names in the family, but Mother Hu could not understand these. Wasn't it just a character?
It could actually be sold for so much money?
However, when she saw these four words, Mother Hu was also stunned. It turned out that there was really a difference between these words!
Naturally, she did not understand what her husband was talking about. She just felt that the handwriting was beautiful, especially beautiful. If it was such handwriting, she would be willing to spend money to buy it.
"What's wrong?" At this moment, Tang Ming came back. He looked at Mrs. Hu who was holding Mr. Hu's hand and thought that something had happened.
The people in the house also came out one after another. Chen Chichi shouted from behind,"That was written by our Tang Ming! Isn't it amazing?"
"Wow! Tang Ming, did you write this? Isn't this too good? By the way, who is your master?" When Hu Cheng saw the words, he was also shocked for a long time before he turned around and shouted.
His father was a calligraphy enthusiast and had trained him and his sister to learn calligraphy since they were young. Naturally, he could understand that the four words in front of him did not belong to any famous master, especially the proud style revealed in the words, which made the words come alive.
Good handwriting had spirituality. This was also why the handwriting of ancient calligraphers was so valuable. It was because their handwriting had their own style, which most calligraphy masters lacked. But today, he saw Tang Ming's style in his handwriting. How could he not be shocked?
One had to know that it was not something that could be done in a year or two. Even if it took 20 to 30 years, it might not have the strength of character.
This was a very mysterious thing. Perhaps it was the understanding of a move, or perhaps it was the accumulation of a lifetime. However, this required extremely high talent. After all, look at the people in the world who had written for a lifetime, but did they have the strength of character?
Therefore, how could they not be shocked when they saw that the words in front of them actually came from an eighteen-year-old youth?
The others also looked at him with shock and admiration. When Tang Ming heard this, he naturally knew what was going on. He smiled faintly and said,"Uh, I wrote it myself."
As soon as he said that, everyone gasped. Father Hu was the first to say,""If this is called writing blindly, then is there any word in the world?”
The others also nodded. If such good words were said to be written blindly, then what other words could there be?
When Hu Cheng heard Tang Ming's words, it was obvious that no one had taught him. He was even more shocked. Other than shock, he was also deeply impressed. Without saying anything, he rushed to Tang Ming and said with a fawning smile on his face,"Brother Tang, teach me too!"
Tang Ming nodded. There was nothing he couldn't teach, but whether he could write it well was his own problem.
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