"Little Sheng is also interested in calligraphy?"
After the meal, Chen Nan saw that there was still a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone in the room.
Chen Nan was a little surprised.
After all, there were very few people who studied calligraphy now.
Moreover, this was a rural area.
There might not even be ten children learning calligraphy in a thousand villages in China.
"I'm just interested in calligraphy, but no one taught me. I just wrote blindly for fun.”When Chen Sheng heard this, he scratched his head in embarrassment.
"It's actually an inkstone and ink, freshly ground? You're quite particular."
Chen Nan came to the table and was even more surprised to find that it was a freshly ground inkstone.
There was no ink in ancient times.
Before the ancients wrote, they had to use an inkstone mixed with water to grind it before writing.
In modern society, there was naturally no need to go through so much trouble. There were ready-made brushes and ink to use.
However, some traditional calligraphy masters still maintained this habit.
In the current popular saying, words written in ready-made ink had no soul.
"This kid watched a period drama some time ago and felt that it was so interesting. He insisted on pestering me to buy him an inkstone, so he bought it now.”
Third Uncle shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Chen Nan nodded and said to Chen Sheng,"Come, help me grind the stone."
"Brother, you know how to write calligraphy?" Chen Sheng asked in surprise.”
Chen Nan nodded and smiled." When I was in high school, I took part in a brush interest class. I even got first place in the whole year. My standard is pretty good." I'm not bragging, but calligraphy is really easy for me.”
Netizens: "???"
"Calligraphy class? Brother Chennan, can you stop fooling around?"
"I don't believe it this time. It's impossible to learn calligraphy without more than ten years of study and research.”
"Brother Nan is bragging again. The Act Tough King is here, everyone retreat!”
"First place in high school calligraphy? When I was in kindergarten, I was even praised by the teacher. Am I proud?”
"Brother Chennan's standard is not bad. He's probably at the level of a third grader.”
"It's too small! At least at the level of a fourth grade."
"You look down on my Brother Chennan so much? I feel that it's at least at the level of a fifth grade!”
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Seeing that no one believed him, Chen Nan did not explain.
Chen Sheng had already started grinding the ink.
Third Uncle and Third Aunt also came over with interest.
They did not doubt Chen Nan's words at all.
After all, Chen Nan graduated from Tsinghua University.
The only university student in the village was from Tsinghua University.
Tsinghua University was the best school in the country.
In the eyes of the villagers, they had already been deified.
Therefore, in the eyes of Third Uncle's family, Chen Nan's claim that he knew how to make an atomic bomb was probably believable.
Chen Nan stood in front of the table with a brush in his hand.
His eyes were tightly shut, brewing his emotions.
Calligraphy depended on one's state of mind, state of mind, and the timing of the brush.
It seemed simple, but in reality, to complete a piece of work that satisfied him, he needed the right time, the right place, and the right people.
He seemed to have sensed Chen Nan's current state.
After Chen Sheng finished grinding the ink, he did not urge Chen Nan.
After a full minute, Chen Nan finally opened his eyes.
The moment she opened her eyes, the atmosphere in the room changed.
Chen Nan's originally lively eyes became peaceful and calm, but there was a hidden sharpness.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed.
Third Uncle's family even felt as if a gust of wind had stirred up, causing them to be inexplicably shocked.
Chen Nan had a unique aura about him.
It was as if he was possessed by a great writer.
Third Uncle could even tell from Chen Nan that he was a peerless talent who lived in seclusion in the fields.
Chen Qiang even looked at Chen Nan and laughed foolishly."Hey…hey, Tao…Tao Yuanming?”
At this moment, the entire room felt as if it had returned to ancient times.
Gold and iron, the court's policies, conquering the world, saving the world and the people.
"No way! What's going on?"
"I have a strange feeling."
"Although I don't know Tao Yuanming, I feel that Chen Nan is Tao Yuanming.”
"What's going on?"
"Could it be that Brother Chennan's calligraphy has reached the realm of the integration of Heaven and man?”
"You still want to talk about the unity of Heaven and man? Have you read too many f * cking novels?”
"Then f * cking explain to me, what's going on?”
"Why did Cockroach point at Brother Nan and say Tao Yuanming? Was Cockroach really an Earth Immortal? Protect an area?"
"F * ck, can you not talk about this in broad daylight? Goosebumps."
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The netizens in the live broadcast room could faintly feel the change in Chen Nan.
Then, the moment Chen Nan opened his eyes…
The brush was placed directly on the ground ink.
Then, the brush moved like a dragon and snake, and with a stroke, it came and went like a galloping horse.
It was also like a flood dragon flying in the sky, moving from nothingness to emptiness.
Cursive calligraphy was wild and unruly, and the perseverance, courage, and progress of Confucianism were integrated into the calligraphy.
It also contained Lao Tzu and Zhuang Tzu's emptiness, disunity, tranquility and leisure.
The hut was built in the human territory, and there was no noise of chariots and horses.
If you ask me what you can do, I'll be far away from you.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely see Nanshan.
The mountain air is good day and night, and the birds fly back together.
There is a true meaning in this, I want to distinguish but forget to say.
The shape of the characters is right and wrong, big and small, open and close.
The thickness of the lines changed obviously, and they were full of ups and downs.
Especially picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely saw that the words on Nanshan were written askew.
It was so crooked that it was about to topple over.
However, this tilt was not stiff. Instead, it gave off a feeling of freedom.
Indulge in one's own feelings, indulge in one's own nature, form one's own style, some rely on others, some partial, some light and some heavy.
In the end, Chen Nan wrote his name in a line of small words in the lower left corner.
Third Uncle and his wife didn't know calligraphy.
However, they were absolutely sure that the words were beautiful.
Moreover, for some reason, when Third Uncle and his wife saw this calligraphy.
Her body involuntarily shivered.
From the heel, it reached the Heavenly Spirit Sense.
This was a shock that came from the depths of his soul.
" Brother, this... this..." Chen Sheng still knew some calligraphy. He was so excited that he couldn't speak.
The netizens were also shocked.
"F * ck, Brother Chennan really knows calligraphy.”
"Although I don't understand it, I feel that it's very powerful.”
"I don't know calligraphy, but I have an aesthetic sense. These words are really f * cking beautiful.”
"Power penetrating the back of the paper, dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, swimming in the clouds and shocking dragons, the strokes are magnificent.”
Brother, you're really cultured."
"Unfortunately, I'm uncultured.”
"Is this the standard of the top student in the entire high school grade?”
"Damn it, Brother Chennan, did you raise the overall standard of high school students in the country?”
"Brother Nan, what kind of monster are you?”
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Chen Nan was clearly writing, but it was as if he had brought the audience through time.
The artistic conception and scene in the poem passed through time and space and appeared before everyone's eyes.
That kind of shock came from within.
The more he looked at the words, the better they looked.
The netizens were shocked.
Especially the phrase 'picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountain.'
When the netizens saw this, they felt a chill run down their spines.
That kind of shock was involuntary, and it was deep in his soul.
It was as if they had seen Tao Yuanming's secluded life from Chen Nan's pen.
Moreover, wasn't Chen Nan's life like this now?
Although Chen Nan had obtained the grandmaster-level calligraphy ability, he was still able to use it.
However, Chen Nan could guarantee that this calligraphy was his peak.
It was also because this poem had reached a level of unity with his current state of mind and situation.
That was how he wrote this piece of calligraphy.
A smile appeared on Chen Nan's face.
He was satisfied with his work.
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