The Super Special Forces King Chapter 57: Wen, Fang, 4, Bao
Seeing that Old Li didn't show signs of getting angry, Wang Bo finally put his heart back in his stomach.
Old Li found a place to sit down on his own, took two puffs of cigarettes, and asked, "Take a break, and then let's go out for a drink or two. Today is an exception, and the old man is going to kill."
Hearing Old Li's hearty smile, Wang Bo hesitated and said, "Well, Director Li, there will be an award ceremony soon..."
"What's the point of that thing, that is, when Dean Lin or Deputy Dean Zuo come up to grind, you can just find a few students to go up and replace it. As for the trophy, it is copper-plated. There are ten shops outside. You can buy it for a few dollars, but in the words of young people nowadays, it’s useless!”
Old Li's stubborn temper came as soon as he said it, without warning.
In desperation, Wang Bo had no choice but to call the chairman of the student union to find someone to participate in the award ceremony and accept the trophy on his behalf, while he could only follow behind Old Li and go to drink with him.
Old Li took them straight to Deyue Tower. As soon as they entered the door, an old man with white hair and beard came up to meet him. Disdainful, why are you free to come to my three-acre land today?"
"Damn, I will come if I want, I am willing to treat guests, and it's not that I won't give you money, can you control it?" Old Li said and gave him a look.
"Still that bad temper!"
The other party pointed to Director Li with a smile, and then told the waiter to take them to the private room of Tianzihao.
Didn't you give money? The old man sent you to the Tianzihao, I must make you feel bad for a while!
Li Yi and the others came here for the second time, and they didn't understand the rules of Yuelou at all. They thought that the Tianzihao private room was just a random name.
When they entered the Tianzihao box, they saw that the room was decorated in an antique style, without any trace of modernity, and even the style of the tables and chairs could only be seen on TV.
On the wall on the east side, there is an origami fan, with two big characters of "Autumn Wind" written in dragons and phoenixes on it, and a few lines of small script below it. It reads "An origami fan calms the world, and a ray of autumn wind blows into the hearts of mortals."
"Li Yi also knows calligraphy?" Old Li asked casually when he saw Li Yi leaning up to take a closer look at the words.
"I know a little bit, but I don't understand it." Li Yi said modestly.
"Then what do you think of this picture?"
Seeing that Director Li planned to study himself, Li Yi didn't dare to talk nonsense, pretending to continue to observe, but actually kept thinking in his heart. In fact, he had read it carefully just now. Although the calligraphy is not bad, it is still far from a famous calligrapher. However, whether to say it directly or not is debatable.
Just now Li Yi noticed a trace of disdain from the corner of Old Li's mouth. He must know the person who wrote this picture, and it seems that the relationship is not good. If this is the case, Li Yi will not hide it.
"The beauty of calligraphy lies in the use of the brush. This character moves smoothly and smoothly, with soft and round turning points, which is the essence of Xiaozhuan. However, the composition of this character is not like Xiaozhuan, but cursive script. The overall layout is seamless One, miscellaneous but not chaotic, just..."
"Just how?"
Just as Li Yi was pondering, someone pushed the door and walked in. It was the old man he saw downstairs.
"It's just that no matter the part or the whole, this picture can only be regarded as medium." Li Yi said truthfully.
"Medium? A child with a yellow mouth has no ink, and dares to comment on the old man's words. I really don't know the heights of heaven and earth!"
The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and pointed at Li Yi's nose and cursed.
Li Yi didn't expect that the writing on the wall turned out to be his old man's handwriting. If he had known earlier, at least he wouldn't have said it so directly.
"I said Lao Yu, I told you that your handwriting is not good, but you just posted it. With your level, you can deceive those local rich people, upstarts, and even the students of our liberal arts school. But, put it away quickly, I'm ashamed for you."
Old Li always had a bad face when he saw Lao Yu, and he felt panicked if he didn't reveal his shortcoming in three sentences.
"Let me tell you, Lao Li, before you speak, take a pee and take a look at yourself. With your two brushes, how dare you laugh at me? If you can write better than me today, I will be happy with this meal." Free order for you!"
Lao Yu is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Although his temper has become more mellow in the business field for many years, his proud work has been belittled to the point of disrespect, and his stubborn temper has also come up. tower.
"Just those two strokes of yours, it's not worthy of me at all," said Old Li, his face blushing, and then he coughed dryly, and shouted, "Li Yi, just write a few words and tell him what calligraphy is!"
You really can trust me!
Li Yi smiled wryly and shook his head, knowing that Old Li was afraid of embarrassment, so he threw him out. As he is still a student, even if he loses, there is nothing wrong with it. After all, there is a gap in age~IndoMTL.com~ As for whether Li Yi knows calligraphy, this question has been instinctively ignored by Director Li. Anyway, he just randomly finds someone " It's just for the dead ghost". Since Li Yi knows calligraphy, he should be chosen. Anyway, he is the one who caused the trouble.
"It's fine to write, but at least give me a set of four treasures of the study?" Seeing everyone staring at him, Li Yi said with a wry smile.
The so-called clever woman can't cook without rice, she doesn't even have a pen, so write a woolen thread!
"What are the Four Treasures of the Study?" Zheng Zhicai asked blankly.
"It's terrible to be uneducated!" Mei Xuefeng gave him a look of contempt, and then said every word in a serious manner: "Wen, Fang, Si, and Bao respectively!"
"Fuck!" The fourth child decisively responded with a middle finger.
Under the order of the old man, a waiter quickly prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, presumably they often do this kind of thing.
"Help me sharpen the ink."
Li Yi said in a low voice, spread the rice paper neatly on the table, and pressed both ends with paperweights.
Looking back, I saw Mei Xuefeng who had volunteered to hold Mo in his hands and pushed back and forth. His movements were extremely fast, and he looked like a madman. What is he doing embarrassingly.
Li Yi frowned when he saw this, coughed dryly, and said softly: "Cough... second child, grinding ink is not the same as masturbation, it doesn't have to be so fast, and grinding ink can't be oblique or straight, um ...I'll do it myself!"
In order to avoid the anger in the words he wrote, Li Yi decided to do it himself.
After grinding the ink in a calm manner, Li Yi took down the thickest brush from the pen holder, dipped the ink heavily in the inkstone, and then lifted his wrist, and the pen went like a snake, with four large characters Jump off the paper.