I'm an almighty star

Chapter 186

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang, it's terrible, it's terrible."

"Lu Fang, what are you doing in such a panic?"

"Someone in the audience wrote a masterpiece just now."

"God made?"

"Lu Fang, the old man has high blood pressure, don't be kidding me. I sat here all morning, not to mention any masterpieces, all of them are calligraphy lovers. Some of them don't even know how to hold a brush. How dare you tell me Say it's a miracle."

"No, it's really a masterpiece, Mr. Jiang, please take a look at it first."

With that said, Lu conveniently handed over the collected works.

"Lu Fang, your appreciation level is getting worse and worse. This work has not even reached the threshold of calligraphy, and you still call it a masterpiece."

Picking up the first picture, Teacher Jiang glanced at it.

"Ms. Jiang, look at the second work again."

"Oh, let me see."

Teacher Jiang turned to the second work: "I didn't expect that there is actually someone who can write it well."

"However, this work is only a little bit of calligraphy, so it can't be called a masterpiece. Oh, it was written by Jiang Wenbin. I know this guy, and he is a member of our Calligraphy Association. However, this guy is not very good. Even if I know a little bit of calligraphy, I feel that the level of calligraphy will stop there."

"Mr. Jiang, look down."

"You kid, why don't you take it out directly, what are you doing with so many routines?"

Although Mr. Jiang said so, he still looked down.

"The inscription on the Duobao Pagoda."

At first, Mr. Jiang didn't care much, but when his eyes swept away, Mr. Jiang stood up abruptly.

"This word..."

Looking at the handwriting on the work, Teacher Jiang quickly put the two previous works aside.

Then, very carefully, he opened the work in his hand to the stone table.

"The writing of this work mostly uses the center forward, and there is an obvious pause between the beginning and the end of the pen. The first stroke is mainly hidden, and the exposed front is used, and the square and the circle are used. Some horizontal strokes are more exposed. It is not like the current block letters. Preserve the slanted point, and add subtle brushwork to make it rich; the closing pen uses more pauses and returning to the front, emphasizing "tail protection", especially in horizontal paintings, which is most obvious in horizontal paintings. Press again on the bottom right, pause the pen and return to the front..."

While watching, Teacher Jiang kept evaluating.

The more evaluations, the more excited Teacher Jiang became.

The more excited he became, the more Teacher Jiang's blood pressure skyrocketed.

Looking at this word, it seems that the blood pressure is following the writing in the hand, flowing mightily and endlessly.

When he saw the end, Mr. Jiang was already overwhelmed by the power of "magnificence and majesty" revealed by the whole work, and his blood pressure reached the highest value at this moment, bursting the meter in an instant... If he couldn't stand for a while, he would fall down land.

Fortunately, Lu Fang on the other side saw the opportunity quickly, supported Teacher Jiang, and rushed to the hospital.

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"It's not bad here, Sister Yang Man, let's sit here and listen to music."

Pulling Yang Man back, he stopped and walked, and Mo Bai came to a relatively quiet place.

"Well, the sound of the piano is so sad."

Some blushed withdrew their hands, and Yang Man and Mo Bai sat on the stone bench.

"Most of the classical music in our country is like this. How can there be such passionate and melodious music like the current pop music?"

However, having said that, Mo Bai really likes listening to this kind of classical music.

"This should be Hu Jia Eighteen."

After listening for a while, Yang Man said.

"Sister Yang Man, you know all about this."

Mo Bai said.

"Laughing at your sister again. This is one of the top ten classical songs, and it's normal to know it. But you, you haven't settled the score with you yet. Before, you deliberately wrote ugly words."

Yang Man glared at Mo Bai.

"Sister Yang Man, why did you mention this again?"

"If I don't mention it, I would know that you have been fooling me since I met you. At that time, you were still saying good things to you because of your words."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Sister Yang Man."

"Don't come here. I don't think you are a good scholar. After reading so many books, you don't use them to do serious things. You always think about fooling others. However, when you gave a speech just now, why do we need more books?" It's fun to read."

"Hahahaha, interesting, isn't it? Let me just say, this is the benefit of reading."

"Okay, seeing that you are so good at talking, then tell me what a scholar would say after seeing a beautiful woman."

When Mo Bai gave a speech before, he said a sentence about seeing a handsome guy: Moshang is like a jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

At this moment, Yang Man really wanted to hear what Mo Bai could say in a poetic way when he saw a beautiful woman.

"Look at the beauty..."

Mo Bai scratched his head, deliberately pretending to be thinking.

"Sister Yang Man, this one is more difficult."

"Is it difficult? Didn't you say it in a sentence? Think of one now."

"Okay, let me think about it."

As he said that, Mo Bai thought for a while, then nodded, looked at Yang Man and said, "I think about it."

"tell me the story."

Yang Man looked all ears.

"It seems that sister Yang Man is from Yanjing."

"Yes, I'm from Yanjing, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, Sister Yang Man, listen up."

Looking at Yang Man, Mo Bai said slowly: "There are beauties in the north who are peerless and independent. When you look at the city of Qingren, you look at the country of Qingren."

While reciting the poem, suddenly, the Yang Man in front of him really felt like the beauty in the poem.

This inevitably moved Mo Bai's heart.

"There are beauties in the north..."

Listening to the poem read by Mo Bai, Yang Man was taken aback.

She never thought that Mo Bai could really write such a good poem all at once.

Also, the poem is well written.

"There are beauties in the north, and there are beauties in the north, let alone cities and countries that are full of people. Mo Bai, I think some of your poets write poems with exaggeration. No wonder in history, women have always been Call it a beauty's curse."

Yang Man blushed a little and scolded Mo Bai.

However, even though he said so, Yang Man was throbbing in his heart.

There are beauties in the north.

Just now he asked where he lived, isn't Yanjing the north?
This poem must have been written by him before.

This poem is not written for myself.

"Let's go there to drink tea and listen carefully to Hu Jia Eighteen Pai."

Changing the subject, Yang Man hurried forward.

"Okay, sister Yang Man, wait for me."

Seeing Yang Man leave, Mo Bai also patted his butt and followed.

"This song is so sad."

The two came to a gazebo.

A girl in the middle of the gazebo is playing the guqin, which is exactly the eighteen beats of the ancient song Hujia that the two of them just mentioned.

"Yes, it is said that the Eighteenth Pagoda of Hu Jia was written by Cai Wenji. Cai Wenji was a famous talented woman at that time, but she was born at an untimely time. At that time, the national power of the Han Dynasty was declining, and Cai Wenji was also captured and sent to the Huns, where she lived for decades. Later, Cao Cao felt that Cai Jiaying was talented, and spent countless treasures to redeem Cai Wenji from the Huns."

Mo Bai was also emotional for a while.

"This gentleman has a great opinion. The eighteen beats of Hujia are indeed written by Cai Wenji. It's a pity that the lyrics of this song have been lost for thousands of years. Fortunately, there is still a rhythm, which can remind us of that period of history. .”

At this moment, the girl playing the guqin next to her stopped and said suddenly.

(End of this chapter)