"Good, good, good!"
This calligraphy was like a beloved object.
Old Liu lay on it for half an hour before he looked away resentfully.
"Xiao Yu, how do you think this piece of calligraphy is compared to yours?”
"Stronger than me by a hundred million points!"
Liu Yu nodded honestly.
She couldn't tell the true level of the calligraphy.
It was too high.
It gave her a feeling that she was unattainable.
"Yes!"
Old Liu nodded and looked at his children and grandchildren with a dignified gaze, as if he wanted to test them.
"You guys, tell me too."
"Father!"
The one who spoke was the First Master, Liu Qingchuan's father, Liu Shilong.
"This painting is painted with iron and silver hooks, and it has a majestic aura! I'm not as good as you!"
Old Liu frowned slightly but did not say anything.
"Second Brother, tell me." Old Liu looked at his second son.
The tigress 'second uncle, Liu Shikun.
"Father! I think the standard of this piece of calligraphy should be at the master level.”Liu Shikun commented.
"No!"
Liu Shizong shook his head and said," I don't think he's any weaker than my father. He should be able to squeeze into the top ten of Great Xia."”
"Humph!"
Old Liu snorted coldly and frowned even more. He berated,"I asked you to look at the artistic conception, not to comment on the standard. You are not qualified to comment on this calligraphy.”
"Um."
The three brothers stammered and did not say a word for a long time. The artistic conception of this calligraphy was obscure and complicated, and they could not explain it clearly.
She was even more afraid that she would say something wrong and become a laughing stock.
"What about you guys?"
Old Liu glanced at the tigress and the others.
"Grandpa…"
The tigress and the others trembled. After holding it in for a long time, no one could say a word.
"A bunch of trash! Humph!"
Seeing that no one answered, Old Liu blew his beard and glared.
Liu Yu, the youngest, did not feel anything. She was still young, and artistic conception had nothing to do with her.
"Grandpa, what do you think the artistic conception of this calligraphy is?" she asked.”
Old Liu looked at the words again and narrowed his eyes."The meaning of this bestowment poem is ancient and far-reaching. Look, the Great River flows east, and the waves are washed away. The ancient heroes have a meaning. They use the water of the Great River to replace the ancient years. Let me ask, when the years are washed away, how many heroes can leave a mark in history? The author compared himself to the ancient heroes. This was only the meaning that the word itself wanted to express.”
"In addition, the artistic conception of this calligraphy is even more incredible. It has the elegance of a scholar and the lofty sentiments of a military general. These two concepts complemented each other and were vividly reflected. It was rare, rare!”
Then, Old Liu looked at Ye Huan with respect.
"Look, is this old man right?"”
Damn it!
You?
Everyone from the Liu Family stared with their eyes wide open.
This was their Old Master Liu.
He was known as the Lion of the East.
A man whose wealth could rival a country.
He was the leader of the calligraphy world.
He actually used the word "you" to Ye Huan.
Evidently, Ye Huan's few words had completely conquered him.
"Grandpa is right. That's probably what he meant!”Ye Huan scratched his head.
Scholars were indeed different. It was just a set of words, but he actually said it like a flower.
Old Liu smiled in satisfaction after receiving his approval. He continued,""Now, let's talk about the standard of this piece of calligraphy. In the current Great Xia, there is absolutely no second person who can write to such a standard.”
" What?!"
My grandfather.
This was a joke.
Why don't you take a look again?
Was it obvious?
The Liu family members were shocked.
Not bad!
They were indeed shocked.
If it was said that no one in Great Xia could compare to Ye Huan's calligraphy, they would reluctantly believe it.
This was because their old master was the best calligrapher, and there were only a handful of people who could match him in calligraphy.
It could be seen that Ye Huan's handwriting was not worse than the old man.
However…
It was unprecedented.
That would be too much.
There had been countless heroic figures and famous works throughout the ages, but none of them could compare to this young man's few strokes.
Why? Was he a god?
Hearing her grandfather's words, the tigress 'eyes lit up.
Good boy.
This old lady had finally gotten a handful of sesame seed cakes.
This guy was actually so outstanding.
"Grandpa, you're praising me. It's not as good as you say.”
Ye Huan scratched his butt. He was embarrassed. He shouldn't praise others like that.
"Well, my good son-in-law, can you let this old man collect this calligraphy?”Old Liu's face and eyes were filled with desire.
They recognized each other just like that.
Ye Huan was dumbfounded." I'm pretending to be your boyfriend. What should I do?"
"If Grandpa likes it, I'll give it to you!" Ye Huan waved his hand.
"Good, good, good!"
Old Liu put away the calligraphy as if it was a treasure.""No. 3, go and inform the gardener to frame it for me in the afternoon.”
He still had to frame it?
Ye Huan was even more confused.
"By the way, my dear son-in-law, did you think of this sentence yourself?”
"I guess so!"
Ye Huan nodded,"Senior Dongpo, don't blame me for not being moral."
"Is there a following line to this famous line?”
Not only was he a master of calligraphy, but he was also a well-known figure in the literary world.
He asked.
The one who loved calligraphy didn't love literature.
Ye Huan's poem became more and more interesting the more he tasted it. Unfortunately, there was only one sentence, which was a great regret.
"This poem is complete. I only wrote one sentence.”Ye Huan said truthfully.
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