As the saying goes, words are like people.
Because each of the literati has his or her own character, the words they write will have their own character to a greater or lesser extent.
There are those who are wild and unrestrained, there are those who are chic and elegant, and there are also those who are majestic. But no matter how many weird or unique calligraphy masters there have been throughout the ages, no one present had ever heard of it before. How could someone write so...precisely? !
That’s right, it’s precision!
During the process of Ye Shuang picking up the pen and putting down the ink, she was not at all as smooth as ordinary calligraphers when they relaxed their wrists. Instead, it was as if she was conducting the most rigorous experiment, precise, accurate and meticulous...
When other people write calligraphy, it is calligraphy, but for Ye Shuang, saying that she is writing calligraphy is a compliment.
In fact it was just scribbling.
In the framework in Ye Shuang's mind, the white paper she was about to write on had already been densely divided into countless horizontal and vertical axes. Every stroke, stroke, and even a dot of ink was on the original piece of paper. Where it should be according to the proportion, she has now completely copied it to the same coordinates on another piece of paper.
To put it more bluntly, as Fang Mo subconsciously commented, this is indeed a different kind of printing.
It's just that Ye Shuang's printing is more complicated. Other machines print out lines, while she prints out words one by one in the order of handwriting...
This kind of delicate operation, which requires the brain to operate at high speed at all times, naturally requires a strict and serious attitude that does not allow for even the slightest mistake. Therefore, it is no wonder that Fang Mo and others around him look very different.
If someone now takes this newly written copybook and compares it with the original template, they will even find that it almost completely overlaps with the original template.
So as soon as Ye Shuang's seemingly humble attitude of asking for advice came out, Fang Mo was immediately speechless, while the other old men just laughed.
"...Sure enough, heroes come out of youth." An old man who seemed to be a core figure in the circle was silent for a long time. Finally, he was pushed out by everyone's eyes. He broke the silence and said stiffly: "Old man, let me take a look at your handwriting!"
Ye Shuang obediently stepped away from the table, making room for the old man to approach, and then the old man came over and lowered his head to look at the case - Fuck! Sure enough, TMD is exactly the same! !
Facing Ye Shuang's attentive gaze for praise, the old man felt a lump of blood in his throat and felt extremely uncomfortable: "...the structure of the calligraphy is quite good. It seems that the little guy has really worked hard to practice it."
No matter what, I was praised for writing it for the first time... Ye Shuang smiled, and her stunning beauty instantly cost the onlookers a vote: "The old man has given me the award."
“…”
The old man also has a love for beauty. It is rare to see such a well-groomed child. What the old man wanted to add was a bit difficult to say.
But if I don't say it, I feel really embarrassed and feel sorry for my conscience. So with the intention of supporting the younger generation, the old man still forced a twist and came out with a "but": "Although the structure of this font is good, you imitated it too rigidly. Instead, you lost your own artistic conception."
"..." The artistic conception is such an ethereal thing...
Ye Shuang was silent: "... Can you put it in a way that is easier to understand?!"
The old man was also silent, with a constipated look on his face as if he wanted to scold but didn't know how to scold him: "... To put it simply, it's a matter of writing strength. Everyone's handwriting will have their own style. For example, some people's handwriting is meaningful, and some people's handwriting is meaningful. It's as delicate as a hairpin, but some people are vigorous and powerful... Take this calligraphy for example. Judging from the appearance and structure alone, it's all right, but that painting has a sharp brushstroke that penetrates the back of the paper. It's obvious at a glance. A bold and intimidating aura hits my face, and your words... "It's just a soft description..."
The old man also knew that he had to save some face for the younger generation, and after all, he had learned the structure of his fonts, so being able to draw them so closely was a skill.
So the last somewhat shocking comment was swallowed by the kind old man. But despite this, everyone present understood what he meant.
It's a pity that although the old man has good intentions, Ye Shuang also has an attribute that is open-minded at best, and short-sighted at worst... As long as you don't tell her explicitly about anything, this girl will really take it all for you. Didn't hear it.
Regardless of whether he was a wise man or a true fool, the situation at this moment was the same anyway. Ye Shuang followed his usual thinking mode and directly ignored the old man's hints, metaphors and secret guidance, skipped the essence and looked at the phenomenon, and began to compare the two copybooks. The difference rises.
Power through the paper backing? ! Does this mean that I have to use more force when writing? !
The ink color will naturally become thicker if you use more force. No wonder other people's characters look darker than mine. So is this the connotation? !
The old man is still waiting for the result of enlightening the younger generation. Although the younger generation has no spiritual energy, he still has the basics. If he can really enlighten him, he will start to blow up in the future... No, it will be a good thing when talking with old friends in the future. Just one pile.
As a result, while he was waiting, Ye Shuang, who suddenly understood, had lowered his head again and revised the copybook - re-analyzed it, this time taking into account the resolution of the ink depth...
The dots of this character are painted, and the strokes of that character are traced. The description of the shades of ink on the font is still precise and meticulous, and the transitions are natural and natural... It is as if you can really see the change in the strength of the writer's pen at that time. Same.
Ten minutes later, the entire text had been revised by Ye Shuang, and he respectfully asked the old man to read it again.
The old man lowered his head and looked again...
Powerful enough to penetrate the back of the paper, vigorous and powerful, honest and bearish... what the hell! ! !
The old man's world view was instantly overturned. (To be continued)