Chapter 384 Yan Ti

"Young man, although you don't want money, I am sorry for letting my old guy take your things in vain." Professor Ou thought for a while and suddenly said, "By the way, I'll give you a picture of the words I wrote myself. It's not worth much. You must accept them and just treat it as if we're making friends."

Hearing this, An Ding, who was next to him, felt a little "sudden" in his heart. He knew that the teacher's temper was sometimes an old naughty boy. He was so old that he was a few decades apart from a young man like Yu Fei. He was enough for Yu Fei's grandfather, so what kind of friends did they make?

Besides, with his status, a boy like Yu Fei is not worthy of being friends with him.

However, he could only mutter to himself, and it was difficult to say it.

"Yu Fei, congratulations, Grandpa Ou's Mobao, that's rare. No one can ask for it." An Yali congratulated excitedly, she was happy for Yu Fei.

"Yes, sister..., brother Yu Fei, Grandpa Ou's calligraphy is definitely hard to find." An Yahui also agreed happily. He almost let out a word just now and called out the word "brother-in-law".

In front of his father, he didn't dare to call Yu Fei's brother-in-law, so he changed his words urgently.

He is in a very happy mood now. Judging from his current situation, he probably wants to ask Yu Fei for his crime later. He is embarrassed to take action too seriously.

Since it was written by the old professor himself, Yu Fei refused to refuse and smiled and said, "Then I thank Mr. Ou."

"What are you thanking? Just a few words. Just don't say that I'm an old man is ugly." Professor Ou said modestly, and Chao An Ding Chao directly ordered: "Ding Chao, serve the pen and ink!"

"Okay teacher." An Dingchao could only obey orders in front of the teacher.

"Grandpa Ou, I'll do it." An Yali was very well-behaved. How could she let her father do such a thing? It would be better for her to do it.

"You can't." Old Man Ou immediately rejected An Yali's kindness: "Grinding ink is very particular. If you don't grasp it well, it will affect the performance of the brush and ink and the beauty of the font. If you haven't done it before, you can't do it well, and you have to come to the front."

After saying this, An Yali had no choice but to get on the run.

"Old Ou, let me grind the ink." Yu Fei took a few steps, rushed to the desk next to the window, skillfully picked up the ink strips on the inkstone, and grinded them rhythmically.

"Hey, young man, you..." Professor Ou was worried that Yu Fei would not understand, so he broke his ink and wanted to stop him, but when he saw Yu Fei's momo movement, the words behind him stopped, and the eyes ejaculated from behind the presbyopia were full of surprise and admiration.

Grinding ink is not as simple as ordinary people think. This is a very particular technical job. The basic requirements are: grinding ink should be light and heavy, and the speed should be moderate. The ink grinding posture should be upright, keep the ink vertical and flat, and circle vertically on the inkstone, do not grind obliquely or push directly, and do not grind randomly.

When grinding ink, it is better to use less water than too much. If you grind it thickly, add water and then grind it thickly. The ink should be ground to moderately thick and light, not too thick or too light... etc. These are very particular.

Judging from Yu Fei's movements, he is a veteran. All the movements are almost perfect, and the quality of the polished ones is better than that of the peace and stability.

The old professor was amazed, and he couldn't help but be amazed.

In modern daily writing, pen, ink, paper and inkstone have withdrawn from the stage of history. Except for some senior figures who love calligraphy and painting, few people understand this technology. No one understands all the younger generation typing computers.

It is rare for young people like Yu Fei to understand this technology.

If Yu Fei is a scholar who studies ancient culture or a literati who loves calligraphy and painting, it would be reasonable to understand this technique, but Yu Fei is clearly like a bricklayer, without any literati. It would be quite surprising that he can understand this technique.

He didn't know that Yu Fei had come to the side of a "call master" in order to be an undercover agent, but he hired the top calligraphy master as a teacher and practiced hard for three months.

An Dingchao looked at Yu Fei's actions, and while feeling ashamed, he was also very surprised, and had to reexamine the young man.

Yu Fei was almost done. The old professor picked up the pen, thought for a while, and waved the pen, and the powerful black words on the clean white paper were vividly revealed on the paper.

Although An Yahui and others who were watching next to him did not understand calligraphy, they were amazed when they saw such beautiful and atmospheric fonts.

The old professor wrote four big words: All wishes come true!

Seeing a few vivid big words, An Dingchao exclaimed: "Teacher, you have used Yan Zhenqing's 'Yan style' to the point of being superb, and you can almost distort the real one."

"Haha..." Boss Ou smiled and put down his pen, shook his head and said, "Dingchao, I am just a fur. I am still far from the essence of the real 'Yan body'. As for the fake, don't think about it."

The old professor is very self-aware and will not lose his mind because of other people's "flattery". He really thinks that he is so awesome and will soon surpass the ancients.

Then, the old professor smiled and said to Yu Fei: "Young man, how about you, do you like it?"

Yu Fei looked at it: "Yeah, that's OK."

Hearing this sound, everyone around was stunned for a moment, and when they looked at him, a strange expression appeared on their faces.

Judging from his tone, it seems to be very forced. What does "okay" mean? The real meaning is that it is not very good.

Although Professor Ou's calligraphy is different from the original works, it is rare for anyone to write it to this level.

An Dingchao was dissatisfied at first. He had been learning "Yan Style" for a while, but he couldn't even learn one-third of the teacher's charm. If the teacher's words were not good, then what was he writing? The slag among the slags can be called the font of the primary school student.

"Boy, from your tone, have you seen anyone who writes better than the teacher?" An Ding snorted coldly, obviously able to hear the dissatisfaction in his tone.

An Yali touched Yu Fei gently, almost biting Yu Fei's ear and whispered: "Yu Fei, what are you doing? You still don't think it's good to have such good words."

Yu Fei smiled calmly. In everyone's surprised eyes, he carefully put the words written by the old professor aside, then re-stitched a clean white paper on the desktop, and picked up the brush that the old professor had just used in his right hand.

Everyone was shocked. What is this guy doing? He wants to write? Does he also understand calligraphy?

What a joke, he is a rough man who only knows how to fight and kill and knows calligraphy. Even if he knows calligraphy, at his age, he is probably only a few years old. Professor Ou has been studying calligraphy for decades and comparing calligraphy in front of him. Isn’t that showing off his skills, just to show off his ugly face?

Mrs. An Feng Rong couldn't help but come over and snorted in contempt in her nostrils: "It's not embarrassing to show off in front of Old Ou."

The lady spoke, and An Dingchao responded: "Boy, I think you should not show off your ugly face. The teacher's decades of skills are like a person like Mount Tai Diu in the calligraphy world of West China. How can you compare to you at a young age?"

However, Yu Fei ignored everyone's astonishment, mocking and questioning eyes, and started writing suddenly, and the brush swung on the clean white paper.

At the same time, he muttered the words: "Yan style, created by Yan Zhenqing of the Tang Dynasty, combines seal script and Northern Wei style, and forms a unique style. It also reverses the style of calligraphy in the early Tang Dynasty, turning thin and hard into plump and majestic, with a wide structure and a magnificent momentum, vigorous bones and awe-inspiring..."

Others can't understand what Yu Fei is thinking about, but Professor Ou and An Dingchao who understands calligraphy a little.

At this moment, the two calligraphers felt storm in their hearts. When they looked at the fonts written by Yu Fei, their pupils were expanding little by little, and the expressions on their faces became richer and colorful.

"This, how is this possible?"
Chapter completed!