Chapter 371

"Wonderful! This dragon character is very lifelike, like a picture of a dragon flying in the sky, but it can also express the structure of the dragon character itself vividly. It is like a word but not a word, like a painting but not a painting. This mysterious feeling really makes people linger!"

"Master, your handwriting is too good, but why do you use mopping water to write? This way, the words will disappear quickly, wasting your artistic achievements!"

"What do you know? This is a public area. You can't just graffiti on it, right? I think there is nothing wrong with writing with water."

The onlookers on the side were talking about it.

Everyone also noticed that the old man did use water, so after writing a word, the previous word was basically half done. Everyone looked at it and felt a little sorry.

The old snake-skinned boys who said they were not interested in the old man's writing were stunned at this moment.

"Oh my god, what is this? It's so beautiful. Isn't it prettier than a girl?"

"After all, I am your uncle. I feel happy when I see my uncle writing more."

"Uncle, can you write a few words for me? No, write a piece of art calligraphy. I will put it in my home and frame it. As long as I can see it, I will feel as happy as finding a girlfriend."

The people around looked at the boys and looked at them with strange eyes. They didn't know where these funny guys came from and destroyed their artistic atmosphere.

Everyone ignored them and continued to watch the uncle write.

While watching, they praised him endlessly.

At this time, the owner of a calligraphy and painting shop passed by. He also came after hearing the news. When he saw the old man's words, he was ecstatic for a while.

He looked at the old man and couldn't help but respectfully said:

"Uncle, I admire your calligraphy so much. How about this, you write a few works on my rice paper, I will take as much as you have, the price is negotiable, I will definitely not ask you for less than 20,000 yuan per piece."

The boss immediately took out the rice paper he carried with him and walked to the old man, thinking that if he cooperated with him, the old man could earn some money for his retirement, and he could also sell it for a good price.

But the old man's reaction surprised him, and the old man immediately waved his hand and refused.

"Sorry, my calligraphy is not for sale and it is not worth money. Please ask someone else."

The boss was a little embarrassed for a while.

The people around him also advised:

"Grandpa, this is so good, you can make money by writing a few words, tens of thousands."

"Yes, why not write on paper, such good words will definitely sell for a good price, if you are afraid of being cheated, you can sign a contract with him and ask the younger generation of your family to accompany you to review before cooperating."

But despite this, the old man was still unmoved, he shook his head helplessly.

"Hey, young men, you have a small vision."

"Not everything can be measured by money."

Everyone heard this and didn't agree. Is there anyone in the world who doesn't love money?

This old man must have Alzheimer's disease.

But the old man ignored everyone's doubts and continued to write on his own. At this time, he wrote a horse.

Everyone looked at the old man's vigorous and powerful calligraphy and applauded.

After writing a word, the old man also put his hands on his waist and prepared to take a break. After all, the word was too big and it was quite physically demanding to write, but the exercise effect was also very good.

At this time, the old man looked around casually, but saw a young man nodding there, then shaking his head and sighing.

This made him feel a little strange, and he looked at the young man and asked:

"Young man, why did you nod first and then shake your head, what does this mean?"

The young man called by the old man was Ye Qing. He came over to take a look when he passed by, but he didn't expect to be stared at by the old man.

But he didn't care, and said frankly:

"I nodded because your handwriting is really good, and your pure love for calligraphy is admirable, but in terms of writing, you are not suitable for writing this kind of traditional Chinese characters, because you are used to applying force from the side, but traditional Chinese characters often need to be applied evenly. Excessive emphasis on uniqueness, although beautiful, will appear unnatural, and the artistic conception will be too sharp."

Everyone couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied after listening to Ye Qing's comments, because they didn't think there was any problem, and this young man was just good at talking, picking bones in eggs, making people feel like they were deliberately finding fault.

"Brother, if you can do it, go ahead?"

"Although I didn't understand a word, I still want to praise your courage."

"That's just your personal preference. Do you understand the public aesthetics? Don't we understand calligraphy better than you, a young man?" Even the shop owner who was rejected just now stood up and spoke out at this time. After all, even if the deal fails, there is still righteousness.

But that old manBut his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said: "Young man, how about you write it? I want to see your views on the end of the stroke and the emphasis."

Ye Qing waved his hand and said helplessly: "My family is waiting for me to go home and cook, next time."

The people around him laughed secretly when they heard this, thinking that he was a strong talker who escaped at the last minute.

The onlookers were busy trying to persuade him:

"Young man, don't go, there's no rush."

"There's always time to write a word, right? Let's enjoy the work of the 'master'."

"It's okay, just go up and write, if you write well, I'll give you a few copies for free."

Everyone's tone was a little doubtful.

At this time, Ye Qing nodded and walked towards the area where the old man was.

He didn't care about the public's opinion, but because the old man's enthusiasm for calligraphy touched him, so he decided to answer the old man's doubts. And indeed, it's not good to write too much, but writing one word is still okay.

"Okay, uncle, I'll write one word with you."

Seeing this, Chen Shu happily handed the brush in his hand to Ye Qing.

"Little brother, please..."

As he said, Chen Shu walked a few steps to the side and made room.

Ye Qing held the brush, looked at the half-dried handwriting on the ground, thought for a moment, and then wrote.

Everyone looked at the ground with curiosity, wanting to know what level Ye Qing was.

But before everyone had time to observe carefully, Ye Qing's pen flew and flew, and the writing was smooth and fast. It took a few seconds to complete the writing. Everyone realized that Ye Qing had finished writing when they reacted.

Everyone was shocked. This was too fast!

This is not writing, it is clearly a scribble. Everyone thought Ye Qing was teasing them.

But when everyone saw the words under the brush, they realized that they were careless.

Ye Qing's brush showed a very beautiful text. To be precise, this is not a traditional text, because its radical structure is something that everyone has never seen before, and the strokes are winding and the structure is unrestrained, which is very different from the neat parallelism of modern text.

However, this does not affect its beauty. After all, most people have the same aesthetics.

"Oh my, this guy is good. He writes at such a fast speed, but the things he writes are quite good."

"Well, I just don't know what this is about? It looks more like a painting, right?"

"Not bad, not bad, young man, I misunderstood you. Your artistic level is quite great. I didn't expect that there are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers among the people!" The boss just now also changed his words and began to praise Ye Qing.

He has been in contact with calligraphy and painting for a long time and has a unique vision. In his opinion, the artistic value of the word written by Ye Qing is not much worse than the dragon word written by the old man just now.

But at this time, Chen Shu looked at the text and couldn't help trembling. Compared with the shop owner, as a calligraphy master, Chen Shu knew the artistic value of Ye Qing's calligraphy better than him.

It can be said to be a priceless treasure, and his own calligraphy can't be compared with it at all.

"My friend, can I take a closer look at this word?" Chen Shu walked to Ye Qing with some excitement and said respectfully.

Ye Qing nodded and stepped aside. As a result, Chen Shu actually bent down, almost crawling on the ground, and took out his mobile phone and took pictures. He was afraid that the text would dry up and disappear, so he quickly took a few photos to keep. Then, he took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket, put them on, bent down, and observed carefully.

"Wonderful! It's really wonderful! This is the word spring in the oracle bone script, right? It's amazing that modern people can write with such charm..."

"The image of the oracle bone script of the word spring shows the scene of sunshine and grass sprouting, reflecting the simple understanding of the ancestors that the growth of crops depends on the sun... Spring is a symbol of vitality and the beginning of the year. This oracle bone script of the word spring not only shows the extremely realistic ancient vicissitudes of the oracle bone script, but also shows the vitality contained in the word spring to the fullest. This is simply incredible!"

Looking at Chen Shu's extremely excited behavior, coupled with this professional comment, everyone was stunned for a while.

Everyone took out their mobile phones to take pictures, but the water characters on the ground dried up very quickly, and most of them had dissipated at this time.

Everyone regretted not taking pictures earlier, and now they can only take a few incomplete pictures.

"By the way, where is the young man just now? Let him write another one."

"Yes, eh, where is he..."

Everyone looked around and found that Ye Qing had disappeared.

Ye Qing was naturallyWhile everyone was paying attention to the words, he quietly left. After all, he had to go home to make breakfast. He didn't have time to play with these passers-by. He wrote the oracle bone script of the word "Spring", which was considered to be giving enough face.

Old man Chen Shu listened to the discussions of the people around him, looked up, and found that the little brother just now was gone.

He hurriedly ran out of the crowd and looked around for a long time, but unfortunately he didn't see Ye Qing.

"Oh, what a pity, I didn't have time to leave my friend's contact information!" Chen Shu patted his thigh and said with some annoyance.

He had to go back to the crowd again, wanting to appreciate the oracle bone script on the ground again, but when he went back, the writing on the ground had disappeared.

He now felt extremely regretful, and sighed in self-pity:

"Alas, I should have brought some rice paper earlier. Why write with water? Such a good word is wasted!"

Everyone shook their heads and regretted, thinking that the shop owner was too arrogant. If the old man had listened to his advice and really used paper to write calligraphy, there would not be such a regret now.

But there is no if in the world. Everyone watched the oracle bone script disappear on the ground, and Ye Qing disappeared. They felt bored for a while and gradually dispersed.

At this time, Ye Qing had returned to the villa and made several portions of Maya's local specialty - coconut rice, wrapped in banana leaves, with anchovies, fried chicken, and egg white, and steamed in a cage for half an hour.

When the lid was opened, the aroma overflowed. Ye Qing added some exclusive secret chili sauce to it, and a coconut rice with color, fragrance and taste was done.

Just when I got up, several girls came out of the room and smelled the fragrance. They couldn't wait to run into the kitchen and shouted to try it.

Ye Qing was helpless and had to take out a banana leaf bag and let the girls eat it first.

Su Qingcheng and the others held spoons and ate while praising it.

"Uncle, you are really amazing. The food you cook is not only delicious, but also different every day."

"Uncle, how many kinds of dishes can you cook? Just the ones we have eaten during this period, there must be at least 500 if not a thousand?"

Ye Qing smiled. He couldn't remember how many kinds he could cook. He should be able to cook all the existing delicacies in the world. Even if he had never come into contact with them, he would learn them by watching videos and recipes.

But this kind of invincibility is also a bit sad. The power of the system makes him feel no sense of accomplishment in doing things now, so he would rather stay at home to retire than go out to work. It feels like going through thousands of sails and returning to nature.

Seeing the girls eating their food with excited expressions, Ye Qing couldn't help but smile bitterly:

"Okay, hurry up and call Xiaowei and my sister to eat."

As he said that, Ye Qing pushed the girls out of the kitchen to prevent them from eating up the coconut rice in the pot.

In order to eat the food earlier, the girls also knew to wake up Avril and the others.

Because it was the weekend, Su He and Ye Qian were also resting at home today. The family sat together, eating the coconut rice balls made by Ye Qing and drinking a sip of freshly squeezed black watermelon juice. It felt like the best nectar, right?

However, Su Qingcheng thought of today's sketching, so she looked at everyone and smiled:

"By the way, where should we go to sketch today?"

Lin Xuan heard this and suggested: "Why not go to the moat? There is a place with a particularly good view..."

Speaking of the moat, Avril couldn't help blushing. The sweet time she had with Ye Qing there yesterday was still vivid in her mind.

Ye Qing also nodded and said: "Okay, anywhere you say is fine."

The girls decided to go to the moat, but unfortunately, Su Qingcheng suddenly said that she had received news that a professor in their department was going to take them to meet the freshmen and take them to the mountains and forests outside the campus to sketch.

Lin Xuan heard this and took out her mobile phone to take a look. Although she and Su Qingcheng were not in the same department, she also received an invitation, which might be arranged by the school.

There was no way, after all, she was now tied to the Su Qingcheng sister group, and the school probably wanted to rely on them to increase their popularity.

"What should we do?" Su Qingcheng and Lin Xuan said helplessly.

Ye Qing waved his hand and said indifferently: "That's fine, let's go to your school. Although I went there yesterday, I didn't really take a close look. It's okay to go there again."

Su Qingcheng and the others nodded and changed their plans temporarily.

"Then you and Xiaowei go first, we will arrive later."

So the girls went back to their rooms to pack up.

Ye Qing and AvrilThey left the villa first and drove to Jiangcheng Art College.

Ye Qing parked the car in the college and took Avril to the place Su Qingcheng described to him.

Soon, the two arrived at a forest area outside the back door of the school. The scenery here was good. There was a wide grassland next to the forest. From there, you could see the green peaks in the distance. The leaves around were blown down by the breeze, accompanied by a burst of flower fragrance.

Such a landscape painting can be used for sketching at special times.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were no people at this time, the two found the best viewing position and sat down next to each other.

Ye Qing turned around and fell down, lying on Avril's legs.

Avril slapped him in the face and said unhappily, "What are you doing? Someone may come soon."

Ye Qing was not panicked at all and said calmly, "Be good, it's okay, no one will see you."

Avril looked at Ye Qing's handsome face, swallowed her saliva, looked around, nodded, and said, "Okay then... I'll call you when someone comes, get up quickly."

Ye Qing smiled and made an OK gesture.

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