Chapter 196
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"I dare to ask you something."
Mao Junyi spoke, which surprised Han Han. Who is his teacher? Mao Junyi, a great contemporary calligrapher, has always been begged by people.
Chen Ze knows that if the characters of this level are not honest, they will never reach such a state. It's really admirable that the old man doesn't rely on his talents and arrogance, ignore the lonely people, and don't pay attention to his identity.
"The master is joking. How dare I treat you as' beg '," Chen Ze said.
Mao Junyi shook his head, "no, you can afford it."
Seeing his repeated demands, Chen Ze could not refuse: "I don't know what the master asked me to do?"
Mao Junyi raised his hand and said, "my ancestral home is near here. Please take a seat with me. It's not very convenient here until we get there."
Chen Ze said with a smile: "then nag. We're just tired. It's good to borrow the master's treasure land to drink water."
Mao Junyi was very happy and hurriedly greeted Han Han, "you haven't come to help Xiaoyou pick up things."
What?
Han Han is really naive. "Master, I'm a young calligrapher praised by the Calligraphy Association. Can I give him something?"
"Since you won't, I'll have to come in person." after saying that, Mao Junyi will stretch out his hand. Han Han's attendant has exquisite hands and eyes, and is crowded with people to catch up and grab things: "how can you bother the master? I'll come, I'll come."
Mao Junyi was dissatisfied with Han Han and raised his hand to take Chen Ze on foot. Seeing that he is still walking at such an age, it seems that the ancestral home of the Mao family is not far from the city.
"Little friend, great talent, I can practice calligraphy to such a level at such an age. I boast that I write well, but I still can't compare with you." Mao Junyi publicly admitted after leaving the crowd.
Chen Ze politely denied: "master, I have never felt that calligraphy is high or low. Words are like people and people are like words. It is generally recognized that you are the first person in calligraphy, human morality and character morality, rather than simply comparing your writing skills."
"Ha ha..." Mao Junyi said with a smile, "little friend, I'm in a good mood. Well, when I get home, please!"
The big house of the Mao family is very old-fashioned, and the festive atmosphere of the Chinese New Year is also decorated in this house. As soon as they entered the hospital, a man in his thirties hurried up: "uncle, you are back. Secretary Jiang, they have arrived and have been sitting for some time."
"It doesn't matter. If I don't go today, I'm afraid it's difficult to complete the task given to me by the top. Now there are little friends, I'm sure Secretary Jiang won't be free to go."
When talking, a man in his forties wore glasses and his breath was solemn. Chen Ze seemed to have seen him in a trance.
"Master Mao, please forgive Jiang Qian'an for his trouble." Secretary Jiang apologized.
"It was because I had a heavy trust and didn't find the state until I thought of going back to my hometown in Dongjiang to relax. Maybe it can make me regain my original heart," Mao Junyi said.
Secretary Jiang asked, "look at the master's look. It seems that he has been left this time. Can you pick up his pen?"
"No, I still don't have the state. At this time, picking up the pen can't show the style of ancient Chinese rhyme." Mao Junyi shook his head.
Secretary Jiang paused and could not see whether he was angry or unhappy. "Master, the guest on the third day of junior high school is coming, and our gifts must be sent out at that time. If you can't pick up your pen today, I'm afraid it's too late."
"Don't worry, Secretary Jiang. Although I'm not in shape, I happened to meet this little friend today. His words are too strong for me. If we can get him to write, we won't insult our hearts."
Secretary Jiang looked at Chen Ze and was a little surprised: "it's you!"
Chen Ze also thought of who he was, but the other party knew he didn't expect, "Secretary Jiang knows me?"
"Your company is very good, sir is very optimistic." he only said such a sentence, which made Chen Ze's heart jump.
"Is the gentleman in your mouth very powerful?" Xu muyao didn't understand.
Chen Ze pulled her, "don't talk nonsense."
"Mr. Chen, since master Mao recommended it, I certainly won't question it. But this gift is valuable. Please work hard," said Secretary Jiang.
"Chen Ze is terrified and must do his best when he is recommended by the master."
Although Chen Ze has been inherited, he is still an ordinary person after all. If he can really write this gift, it will also be his capital to boast with others in the future.
Mao Junyi's study is made of pure mahogany furniture and a huge desk. Someone has already spread rice paper. Ink is the best ancient dragon carbon ink, and pen is the best choice of Langhao.
Han Han saw Chen Ze come to the table, and his envy and jealousy were undisguised. Calligraphers, even if they are praised for a lifetime, are not as good as Chen Ze's writing this time.
The content has long been determined. After reading it, Chen Ze tastes it carefully. He needs an artistic conception.
Words follow your heart.
The content to be written needs sentiment. Sentiment determines the state of mind, and the state of mind controls the rhyme of words.
Mao Junyi didn't start writing until he lacked this feeling and state of mind. He even went back to his hometown to find his original intention for the new year.
Hoo
Chen Ze suddenly took a breath and opened his eyes again. The whole person's state changed. Mao Junyi was excited in his eyes and couldn't help it.
It was this artistic conception that he had not realized for a long time. Chen Ze can grasp the essence at a young age, talent, this is talent!
The pen is like a dragon, the word is connected with God, and Chen Ze's pen is wild, powerful and domineering, but not arrogant. At one go, without a pause, people feel relaxed and happy.
"Good!"
At this moment, the great calligrapher Mao Junyi came to the table excitedly. When he saw this picture, he thought of only such a word.
Secretary Jiang's eyes behind his glasses were also full of expression and secretly praised Chen Ze. Tianzong wizards, but so.
People of his status usually write two strokes and have a deep understanding of words.
"Chen Ze teaches others how to do things. Please don't laugh," Chen Ze said.
"Where, I can't write you. In fact, I wanted to write this word in cursive script, but I can't find that artistic conception. I can't bear to read the word Xiaoyou, and I want to send it out," Mao Junyi said.
Secretary Jiang smiled and said, "master, this word will be seen by the world and will never be humiliated."
When the rice paper was opened, there were two pieces of rice paper. The following one clearly printed Chen Ze's words without losing their charm.
"Ha ha..." Mao Junyi laughed: "heaven and I pay great attention to gifts. I don't respect this pair of words because I can't write well."
"How could this be possible!" Xu muyao exclaimed, "the words below are clear, and the words above are not blurred because of multi ink. How did you do it?"
"The power of writing has come to us all through the ages. Only a few scholars can do it. My little friend's power of writing is the first person today!"
Mao Junyi was so excited that he picked up this piece of paper. Unexpectedly, the writing on the snow-white silk was as clear as the original.
Mao Junyi was still stunned. Unexpectedly, the steady Secretary Jiang stretched out his hand: "master, you have to leave this one to me."
Uh
Chen Ze is quite surprised. Is this Secretary Jiang He knows?
There are very few three characters in a stroke, and even no one knows whether it is true or not. But today, Chen Ze let everyone really see.
……
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"I dare to ask you something."
Mao Junyi spoke, which surprised Han Han. Who is his teacher? Mao Junyi, a great contemporary calligrapher, has always been begged by people.
Chen Ze knows that if the characters of this level are not honest, they will never reach such a state. It's really admirable that the old man doesn't rely on his talents and arrogance, ignore the lonely people, and don't pay attention to his identity.
"The master is joking. How dare I treat you as' beg '," Chen Ze said.
Mao Junyi shook his head, "no, you can afford it."
Seeing his repeated demands, Chen Ze could not refuse: "I don't know what the master asked me to do?"
Mao Junyi raised his hand and said, "my ancestral home is near here. Please take a seat with me. It's not very convenient here until we get there."
Chen Ze said with a smile: "then nag. We're just tired. It's good to borrow the master's treasure land to drink water."
Mao Junyi was very happy and hurriedly greeted Han Han, "you haven't come to help Xiaoyou pick up things."
What?
Han Han is really naive. "Master, I'm a young calligrapher praised by the Calligraphy Association. Can I give him something?"
"Since you won't, I'll have to come in person." after saying that, Mao Junyi will stretch out his hand. Han Han's attendant has exquisite hands and eyes, and is crowded with people to catch up and grab things: "how can you bother the master? I'll come, I'll come."
Mao Junyi was dissatisfied with Han Han and raised his hand to take Chen Ze on foot. Seeing that he is still walking at such an age, it seems that the ancestral home of the Mao family is not far from the city.
"Little friend, great talent, I can practice calligraphy to such a level at such an age. I boast that I write well, but I still can't compare with you." Mao Junyi publicly admitted after leaving the crowd.
Chen Ze politely denied: "master, I have never felt that calligraphy is high or low. Words are like people and people are like words. It is generally recognized that you are the first person in calligraphy, human morality and character morality, rather than simply comparing your writing skills."
"Ha ha..." Mao Junyi said with a smile, "little friend, I'm in a good mood. Well, when I get home, please!"
The big house of the Mao family is very old-fashioned, and the festive atmosphere of the Chinese New Year is also decorated in this house. As soon as they entered the hospital, a man in his thirties hurried up: "uncle, you are back. Secretary Jiang, they have arrived and have been sitting for some time."
"It doesn't matter. If I don't go today, I'm afraid it's difficult to complete the task given to me by the top. Now there are little friends, I'm sure Secretary Jiang won't be free to go."
When talking, a man in his forties wore glasses and his breath was solemn. Chen Ze seemed to have seen him in a trance.
"Master Mao, please forgive Jiang Qian'an for his trouble." Secretary Jiang apologized.
"It was because I had a heavy trust and didn't find the state until I thought of going back to my hometown in Dongjiang to relax. Maybe it can make me regain my original heart," Mao Junyi said.
Secretary Jiang asked, "look at the master's look. It seems that he has been left this time. Can you pick up his pen?"
"No, I still don't have the state. At this time, picking up the pen can't show the style of ancient Chinese rhyme." Mao Junyi shook his head.
Secretary Jiang paused and could not see whether he was angry or unhappy. "Master, the guest on the third day of junior high school is coming, and our gifts must be sent out at that time. If you can't pick up your pen today, I'm afraid it's too late."
"Don't worry, Secretary Jiang. Although I'm not in shape, I happened to meet this little friend today. His words are too strong for me. If we can get him to write, we won't insult our hearts."
Secretary Jiang looked at Chen Ze and was a little surprised: "it's you!"
Chen Ze also thought of who he was, but the other party knew he didn't expect, "Secretary Jiang knows me?"
"Your company is very good, sir is very optimistic." he only said such a sentence, which made Chen Ze's heart jump.
"Is the gentleman in your mouth very powerful?" Xu muyao didn't understand.
Chen Ze pulled her, "don't talk nonsense."
"Mr. Chen, since master Mao recommended it, I certainly won't question it. But this gift is valuable. Please work hard," said Secretary Jiang.
"Chen Ze is terrified and must do his best when he is recommended by the master."
Although Chen Ze has been inherited, he is still an ordinary person after all. If he can really write this gift, it will also be his capital to boast with others in the future.
Mao Junyi's study is made of pure mahogany furniture and a huge desk. Someone has already spread rice paper. Ink is the best ancient dragon carbon ink, and pen is the best choice of Langhao.
Han Han saw Chen Ze come to the table, and his envy and jealousy were undisguised. Calligraphers, even if they are praised for a lifetime, are not as good as Chen Ze's writing this time.
The content has long been determined. After reading it, Chen Ze tastes it carefully. He needs an artistic conception.
Words follow your heart.
The content to be written needs sentiment. Sentiment determines the state of mind, and the state of mind controls the rhyme of words.
Mao Junyi didn't start writing until he lacked this feeling and state of mind. He even went back to his hometown to find his original intention for the new year.
Hoo
Chen Ze suddenly took a breath and opened his eyes again. The whole person's state changed. Mao Junyi was excited in his eyes and couldn't help it.
It was this artistic conception that he had not realized for a long time. Chen Ze can grasp the essence at a young age, talent, this is talent!
The pen is like a dragon, the word is connected with God, and Chen Ze's pen is wild, powerful and domineering, but not arrogant. At one go, without a pause, people feel relaxed and happy.
"Good!"
At this moment, the great calligrapher Mao Junyi came to the table excitedly. When he saw this picture, he thought of only such a word.
Secretary Jiang's eyes behind his glasses were also full of expression and secretly praised Chen Ze. Tianzong wizards, but so.
People of his status usually write two strokes and have a deep understanding of words.
"Chen Ze teaches others how to do things. Please don't laugh," Chen Ze said.
"Where, I can't write you. In fact, I wanted to write this word in cursive script, but I can't find that artistic conception. I can't bear to read the word Xiaoyou, and I want to send it out," Mao Junyi said.
Secretary Jiang smiled and said, "master, this word will be seen by the world and will never be humiliated."
When the rice paper was opened, there were two pieces of rice paper. The following one clearly printed Chen Ze's words without losing their charm.
"Ha ha..." Mao Junyi laughed: "heaven and I pay great attention to gifts. I don't respect this pair of words because I can't write well."
"How could this be possible!" Xu muyao exclaimed, "the words below are clear, and the words above are not blurred because of multi ink. How did you do it?"
"The power of writing has come to us all through the ages. Only a few scholars can do it. My little friend's power of writing is the first person today!"
Mao Junyi was so excited that he picked up this piece of paper. Unexpectedly, the writing on the snow-white silk was as clear as the original.
Mao Junyi was still stunned. Unexpectedly, the steady Secretary Jiang stretched out his hand: "master, you have to leave this one to me."
Uh
Chen Ze is quite surprised. Is this Secretary Jiang He knows?
There are very few three characters in a stroke, and even no one knows whether it is true or not. But today, Chen Ze let everyone really see.
……
"I dare to ask you something."Mao Junyi spoke, which surprised Han Han. Who is his teacher? Mao Junyi, a great contemporary calligrapher, has always been begged by people.Chen Ze knows that if the characters of this level are not honest, they will never reach such a state. It's really admirable that the old man doesn't rely on his talents and arrogance, ignore the lonely people, and don't pay attention to his identity."The master is joking. How dare I treat you as' beg '," Chen Ze said.Mao Junyi shook his head, "no, you can afford it."Seeing his repeated demands, Chen Ze could not refuse: "I don't know what the master asked me to do?"Mao Junyi raised his hand and said, "my ancestral home is near here. Please take a seat with me. It's not very convenient here until we get there."Chen Ze said with a smile: "then nag. We're just tired. It's good to borrow the master's treasure land to drink water."Mao Junyi was very happy and hurriedly greeted Han Han, "you haven't come to help Xiaoyou pick up things."What?Han Han is really naive. "Master, I'm a young calligrapher praised by the Calligraphy Association. Can I give him something?""Since you won't, I'll have to come in person." after saying that, Mao Junyi will stretch out his hand. Han Han's attendant has exquisite hands and eyes, and is crowded with people to catch up and grab things: "how can you bother the master? I'll come, I'll come."Mao Junyi was dissatisfied with Han Han and raised his hand to take Chen Ze on foot. Seeing that he is still walking at such an age, it seems that the ancestral home of the Mao family is not far from the city."Little friend, great talent, I can practice calligraphy to such a level at such an age. I boast that I write well, but I still can't compare with you." Mao Junyi publicly admitted after leaving the crowd.Chen Ze politely denied: "master, I have never felt that calligraphy is high or low. Words are like people and people are like words. It is generally recognized that you are the first person in calligraphy, human morality and character morality, rather than simply comparing your writing skills.""Ha ha..." Mao Junyi said with a smile, "little friend, I'm in a good mood. Well, when I get home, please!"The big house of the Mao family is very old-fashioned, and the festive atmosphere of the Chinese New Year is also decorated in this house. As soon as they entered the hospital, a man in his thirties hurried up: "uncle, you are back. Secretary Jiang, they have arrived and have been sitting for some time.""It doesn't matter. If I don't go today, I'm afraid it's difficult to complete the task given to me by the top. Now there are little friends, I'm sure Secretary Jiang won't be free to go."When talking, a man in his forties wore glasses and his breath was solemn. Chen Ze seemed to have seen him in a trance."Master Mao, please forgive Jiang Qian'an for his trouble." Secretary Jiang apologized."It was because I had a heavy trust and didn't find the state until I thought of going back to my hometown in Dongjiang to relax. Maybe it can make me regain my original heart," Mao Junyi said.Secretary Jiang asked, "look at the master's look. It seems that he has been left this time. Can you pick up his pen?""No, I still don't have the state. At this time, picking up the pen can't show the style of ancient Chinese rhyme." Mao Junyi shook his head.Secretary Jiang paused and could not see whether he was angry or unhappy. "Master, the guest on the third day of junior high school is coming, and our gifts must be sent out at that time. If you can't pick up your pen today, I'm afraid it's too late.""Don't worry, Secretary Jiang. Although I'm not in shape, I happened to meet this little friend today. His words are too strong for me. If we can get him to write, we won't insult our hearts."Secretary Jiang looked at Chen Ze and was a little surprised: "it's you!"Chen Ze also thought of who he was, but the other party knew he didn't expect, "Secretary Jiang knows me?""Your company is very good, sir is very optimistic." he only said such a sentence, which made Chen Ze's heart jump."Is the gentleman in your mouth very powerful?" Xu muyao didn't understand.Chen Ze pulled her, "don't talk nonsense.""Mr. Chen, since master Mao recommended it, I certainly won't question it. But this gift is valuable. Please work hard," said Secretary Jiang."Chen Ze is terrified and must do his best when he is recommended by the master."Although Chen Ze has been inherited, he is still an ordinary person after all. If he can really write this gift, it will also be his capital to boast with others in the future.Mao Junyi's study is made of pure mahogany furniture and a huge desk. Someone has already spread rice paper. Ink is the best ancient dragon carbon ink, and pen is the best choice of Langhao.Han Han saw Chen Ze come to the table, and his envy and jealousy were undisguised. Calligraphers, even if they are praised for a lifetime, are not as good as Chen Ze's writing this time.The content has long been determined. After reading it, Chen Ze tastes it carefully. He needs an artistic conception.Words follow your heart.The content to be written needs sentiment. Sentiment determines the state of mind, and the state of mind controls the rhyme of words.Mao Junyi didn't start writing until he lacked this feeling and state of mind. He even went back to his hometown to find his original intention for the new year.HooChen Ze suddenly took a breath and opened his eyes again. The whole person's state changed. Mao Junyi was excited in his eyes and couldn't help it.It was this artistic conception that he had not realized for a long time. Chen Ze can grasp the essence at a young age, talent, this is talent!The pen is like a dragon, the word is connected with God, and Chen Ze's pen is wild, powerful and domineering, but not arrogant. At one go, without a pause, people feel relaxed and happy."Good!"At this moment, the great calligrapher Mao Junyi came to the table excitedly. When he saw this picture, he thought of only such a word.Secretary Jiang's eyes behind his glasses were also full of expression and secretly praised Chen Ze. Tianzong wizards, but so.People of his status usually write two strokes and have a deep understanding of words."Chen Ze teaches others how to do things. Please don't laugh," Chen Ze said."Where, I can't write you. In fact, I wanted to write this word in cursive script, but I can't find that artistic conception. I can't bear to read the word Xiaoyou, and I want to send it out," Mao Junyi said.Secretary Jiang smiled and said, "master, this word will be seen by the world and will never be humiliated."When the rice paper was opened, there were two pieces of rice paper. The following one clearly printed Chen Ze's words without losing their charm."Ha ha..." Mao Junyi laughed: "heaven and I pay great attention to gifts. I don't respect this pair of words because I can't write well.""How could this be possible!" Xu muyao exclaimed, "the words below are clear, and the words above are not blurred because of multi ink. How did you do it?""The power of writing has come to us all through the ages. Only a few scholars can do it. My little friend's power of writing is the first person today!"Mao Junyi was so excited that he picked up this piece of paper. Unexpectedly, the writing on the snow-white silk was as clear as the original.Mao Junyi was still stunned. Unexpectedly, the steady Secretary Jiang stretched out his hand: "master, you have to leave this one to me."UhChen Ze is quite surprised. Is this Secretary Jiang He knows?There are very few three characters in a stroke, and even no one knows whether it is true or not. But today, Chen Ze let everyone really see.
