"Wang Lin, can you do it?!"
Hearing that Wang Lin was going to show off his calligraphy, Zhao Qian quickly pulled Wang Lin and whispered into his ear,"My dad is very old-fashioned, especially when it comes to calligraphy and painting."
If you screw it up..."
"Don't worry! Leave it to me."
Seeing Wang Lin's confidence, Zhao Qian looked at Wang Lin speechlessly.
No problem?
As Wang Lin's math teacher, Zhao Qian knew how good Wang Lin's calligraphy was.
It was not bad, but it was definitely not beautiful.
Once Wang Lin made a fool of himself in front of his father, it would be difficult for him to get the recognition of his family.
The first impression was always the most important.
"Oh? This little boy is quite interesting!"
In the study, Father Zhao looked at Wang Lin's focused expression and couldn't help but nod.
"His posture is neat, thick but not condensed. Just from the way he grinds the ink, it can be seen that he has indeed put in a lot of effort into calligraphy.”
"Xiao Lin! What do you plan to write?"
Wang Lin picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and chuckled,"Tang Yin's Song of the Peach Blossom Nunnery."
"Song of the Peach Blossom Nunnery?"
Father Zhao's eyes lit up. Many people knew that he liked Tang Yin.
His daughter, Zhao Qian, must have told Wang Lin about this in order for him to please her.
"But... If you deliberately learned calligraphy to fool me just to please me, kid, it's fine for you to fall in love with my daughter. If you want to get married, don't even think about it.”
With this thought in mind, Father Zhao continued to stare at Wang Lin.
Seeing Wang Lin's posture, Father Zhao nodded again and praised,"Not bad. The fingers are solid, the palm is empty, the palm is vertical, the wrist is flat, the pen is straight, and the pen is stable. No matter which aspect, it's perfect."
Qian 'er, it seems that your little boyfriend is quite capable.”
Zhao Qian smiled awkwardly. These things could be learned with a little bit of practice. The key was to see how the words were written!
No matter how good his posture was, if his handwriting was terrible, then all the good feelings he had before would immediately drop to the lowest point.
Whether it was her father or mother, they would probably think that Wang Lin was just putting on an act.
"Please! Wang Lin, you must not disappoint me.”
Under Zhao Qian's prayers and worries, Wang Lin began to write.
His writing speed was very fast, and his writing speed was also very fast. It was as if he was moving like clouds and flowing water, smooth and clear.
Just by looking at this set of movements, he found it very pleasing to the eye.
After writing the last word, Wang Lin put down the pen and smiled at Father Zhao."Wang Lin is untalented and has embarrassed himself in front of uncle. Please appreciate it."”
Mr. Jones nodded gently and walked to the desk to take a look.
His eyes narrowed.
Gently pressing the paper with his hand, Mr. Jones began to read word by word.
"Song of the Peach Blossom Nunnery
Peach Blossom Nunnery in Peach Blossom Cove, Peach Blossom Immortal under Peach Blossom Nunnery;
Peach Blossom Immortal planted peach trees and plucked them to sell wine money.
Sober only sit in front of flowers, drunk only sleep under flowers;
Half awake and half drunk, day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year.
I hope to die of old age in the wine and flowers, not willing to bow in front of chariots and horses;
The rich enjoy the dust of chariots and horses, and the poor enjoy the wine and flowers.
If you compare wealth with poverty, one is on the ground and the other is in heaven;
If you compare poverty with chariots and horses, he can drive me to leisure.
Others laughed at me for being crazy, while I laughed at others for not being able to see through me.
I can't see the tombs of heroes in the five mausoleums. There are no flowers, no wine, no hoes, no fields.”
With every word he read, Mr. Jones 'voice rose a little. His expression became more cheerful, and his smile could not help but spread across his face.
When Mr. Jones finished reading the entire content, he could not help but laugh out loud.
"Good, that's great. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't have imagined that you, Xiao Lin, wrote this.
Wonderful, really wonderful."
Father Zhao's excited expression puzzled Zhao Qian and Mother Zhao.
"Dad, it can't be that exaggerated, right? If Wang Lin wrote well, a few words of praise would be enough.。。You're acting too much."
"Pretend? Why should I pretend? I'm happy from the bottom of my heart."
Father Zhao stared at his daughter and happily patted Wang Lin's shoulder. As expected of the man my daughter fancied, a good son-in-law. He's really surpassing his master!
Xiao Lin, your calligraphy skills are completely comparable to the real Tang Yin.
Every word and sentence was filled with an uninhibited and vigorous artistic conception. It was exactly the same as Tang Yin.
If I hadn't seen the original work, I would have thought that what you're writing now is the real work.”
Seeing how happy Father Zhao was, Wang Lin humbly smiled.
One had to know that in order to win Father Zhao's favor, Wang Lin had been copying this character without rest.
In order to obtain its domain, Wang Lin even used Tang Yin's dream points to create it and let him personally teach him.
This was another function Wang Lin found in the dream realm.
PS(Yes, I'm just making up the number of words.)
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