Chapter 397

"Old man, I didn't copy the broken peak in the original post. How about this picture?"

Put down the brush, Chu Ling Feng frowned, said: "there are a few broken pen, I did not grasp the strength of the wrist."

If you want to write a good brush, you need a lot of factors. Brush, ink, paper and inkstone are very important, especially the pen. If you don't have a familiar brush, the words you write will be different.

"Broken pen? Where is the broken pen? I didn't see that? " Yuan Lang turned his head and looked at Yuan Gang.

Yuan Gang also gave a wry smile. Although he and Yuan Lang have the vision of appreciating calligraphy, they still can't appreciate it. They still can't see Chu Lingfeng's broken pen.

"This is not a broken pen, Xiao Chu!"

Mr. Yuan's eyes were not very good. He took a magnifying glass and looked at each word one by one. After a long time, he straightened up and shook his head and said, "Xiao Chu, if I give you a familiar brush, you must write better than this!"

"I'm flattered. In fact, that painting is my best. I need luck to write it." Chu Ling Feng shook his head with a smile and said.

"It's very valuable. None of the contemporary calligraphers can write this kind of character!"

Looking at Chu Lingfeng, Mr. Yuan shook his head with a smile and said, "little Chu, let alone the contemporary calligraphers, even the calligraphers of the past, you can't be worse than them. It's really rare!"

Mr. Yuan's eyes on Chu Lingfeng are full of appreciation and love. As the saying goes, Wang Ba looks at mung bean. Now he is looking at the right eye. He just feels that Chu Lingfeng is good everywhere.

"Dad, are you exaggerating?"

A middle-aged woman on one side expressed doubts. She still had the idea of seniority in her mind. She always felt that Chu Lingfeng was so young that she should not have such artistic attainments.

Looking at the woman, Mr. Yuan waved his hand and said, "Yuan Ying, it's no exaggeration. The characters of Xiao Chu are deep in the true meaning of Wang Xizhi. You can see from the first picture. Even if Wang Xizhi wrote them himself, it's estimated that they are at this level. Maybe they are not as good as Xiao Chu."

After a pause, the old man pointed to the second piece of ink that had not yet dried, and then said, "although this piece of ink is also a copy of the preface to Lanting collection, it has already had Xiao Chu's own thoughts, which is even more valuable. If only on calligraphy, no one can surpass Xiao Chu in today's world."

"Old man, you are killing me!"

"Are you still afraid of killing?" Mr. Yuan took a look at Chu Lingfeng and said, "if you take out this hand, you can make many people shut up."

"Old man, not everyone has your level. My writing is just a hobby. Just keep it for yourself." Chu Ling Feng shook his head with a smile and said to Mr. Yuan.

"Well, you can be so indifferent to fame and wealth at a young age. Xiao Lang, you are really a good friend." Hearing Chu Lingfeng's words, Mr. Yuan clapped his thigh, but he appreciated Chu Lingfeng more and more.

With that, Mr. Yuan pointed to the character written by Chu Lingfeng on the table and said to Yuan Lang, "Xiao Lang, you can find someone to paste this character and hang it on the main hall."

In the old man's living room, what he hangs is basically his own calligraphy and paintings. It's not a general compliment that he can give Chu Lingfeng the position of the main hall.

"Grandfather, how do you say that picture?" Yuan Lang looked at the scroll on the table and said, "grandfather, would you like me to copy this calligraphy for a few days?"

Yuan Lang is also a person who knows the goods. He knows that the calligraphy Chu Lingfeng brought is far more precious than the calligraphy he wrote on the spot, so he naturally wants to take it back to enjoy it for a few days.

"Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

The old man glared at his grandson angrily. He borrowed the Dragon version of "preface to Lanting" from the Forbidden City. Old man yuan couldn't put it down. Chu Lingfeng's painting is better than the Dragon version of "preface to Lanting". Even if he is his own grandson, he can't get it out.

"Well, you always think I didn't say it." After hearing his grandfather's words, Yuan Lang couldn't laugh or cry. He should have thought that his grandfather always had the habit of not lending calligraphy, paintings and books.

Just as a few people were talking, Yuan Ying came out of the kitchen and asked everyone to eat.

Because of the large number of people, I simply put together two tables in the yard to eat and drink. Today is just a sunny day, at seven or eight o'clock. A full moon appeared in the night sky.

After living in Yuan's house for a day, Yuan Lang drives back to Jingzhou with Chu Lingfeng. His car stops on the sidewalk outside. Chu Lingfeng looks at Yuan Lang in surprise.

Because Yuan Lang didn't change the car, it was the Audi he had yesterday, and the rear part of the car and the impact part of the front fender hadn't been repaired at all, he said strangely, "how can this car still drive?"

"Anyway, it's hard to avoid bumps after repairing. It's easy to repair the defective points together." Yuan Lang explained.

"But why don't you change the brand? You have a lot of license plates in your trunk

"Nature has a purpose."

With that, Yuan Lang laughed and started the car.

Did not walk for a while, a traffic police motorcycle stopped beside, the police looked at the license plate, get out of the car knock on the window: "please master, show me the car."

Yuan Lang grinned and said to Chu Lingfeng, "look, the effect is coming." Then extremely with the driver's license to pass in the past, Chu Lingfeng confused, heart said with you is deliberately hanging this license plate to lead the police ah.

The traffic police took the driver's license to check, informed the command center with the walkie talkie, and then rushed to Yuan Lang and said, "master, did your car have an accident yesterday?"

Yuan Lang carelessly said: "yes, it's me. You don't have to bother. You can directly say that you should go to the police station or wait for someone to deal with it."

Traffic police pour also straightforward, said: "the Q7 hit the elevated below is you ah, kind of! Don't say anything, just wait here. "

Yuan Lang got out of the car and took out his cigarette to talk with the traffic police. He casually said the names of several acquaintances of the traffic police. After a short time, he got in touch with the traffic police. The traffic police said, "man, you've made a big mistake. You've offended the owner who shouldn't be offended. People's hands and eyes are all open to the sky. The Criminal Police Corps has gone there to say hello, and the traffic police have also said hello, He said that when he saw the car, he would take it down and wait for someone to come and deal with it. "

Yuan Lang said with a smile: "it's a big deal. It's just a broken car. The sky can't collapse. Besides, Guo Degang is supporting the sky when it collapses."

The traffic police in Beijing are not ordinary people either. They have long known that the Audi A6 is actually an imported 12 cylinder A8. People who can drive close to three million luxury cars are naturally qualified to touch people who drive Q7. As a small traffic police, they can't offend anyone. Just follow the crowd.