Zhao Lina spread out the rice paper and used the Venus red sandalwood paperweight with a scented sandalwood fragrance that made people smell sober and tranquil.

Seeing Ye Fan standing there holding on to the brush and gesturing in the air, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Hey, you draw spells." I've laid out the paper, so let's write it. ”

Ye Fan stopped, smiled, and responded, "Okay." ”

Zhao Guodong said in the tone of encouragement from his predecessors: "Write boldly, don't be restrained." ”

"Okay. Ye Fan smiled and nodded to Zhao Guodong, then walked to the desk and stood concentrating on the rice paper.

Zhao Lina and Zhao Guodong both stood by and watched with bated breath.

Just when they thought that Ye Fan was going to start writing, Ye Fan suddenly turned his head to Zhao Lina and said, "The ink in the inkstone is a little thin and scarce, Lina, you can help me grind some more, it should be thicker." ”

Zhao Lina was speechless for a while, wasting her expression in vain, and replied angrily: "You don't know how to grind yourself." ”

"Na'er, go and help Xiaofan sharpen the ink. Zhao Guodong said with a smile.

He suddenly looked forward to it in his heart, Ye Fan actually had requirements for ink, which showed that Ye Fan still had some calligraphy skills.

Zhao Lina had no choice but to walk over and pick up the ink and grind it skillfully.

Taking advantage of Zhao Lina's time to grind ink, Zhao Guodong introduced a little meaningfully: "This ink is an old ink ingot of Huangshan pine smoke that has been stored for 30 years, Cao Sugong brand. Xiaofan, you are blessed today, I usually don't use this ink easily. ”

Cao Sugongmo has been handed down from the Qing Dynasty to the present for more than 300 years, so many good old inks and even old inks that can be used as antiques are scattered from Cao Sugongmo.

Pine smoke ink ingots are best made of Huangshan pine, but now due to national environmental protection, Huangshan pine can no longer be cut down, so authentic Huangshan pine smoke ink is relatively difficult to buy on the market, not just a matter of price.

In addition, the older the best ink ingots, the better, and the more precious and rare they are. There are some old ink ingots handed down from the Qianlong period, which are several times more than ten times more expensive than gold.

Therefore, with Zhao Guodong's status, he couldn't help but introduce his current ink to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan sniffed the smell in the air, nodded with a smile, and said, "It is indeed very good ink." Hehe, flattered. ”

Zhao Guodong laughed happily.

If there are good things, someone needs to know how to appreciate them, so that collectors will be happy.

"This brush is very easy to hold, it should also be a little interesting, right?" Ye Fan asked in accordance with Zhao Guodong's mood.

Zhao Guodong smiled: "This brush is nothing special compared to Huangshan Songyan old ink, Zihaohu pen, it feels good to use, it is a good pen." ”

"Hehe, it's already a good pen. The lake pen has been famous all over the world since ancient times, and many calligraphers and painters have used the lake pen. Ye Fan smiled, "With such a good ink and such a good pen, I feel so stressed." ”

Zhao Guodong smiled: "You don't have to be nervous. Ink and pen were meant to be used. Without them, their value would not be reflected. Write with confidence without worrying about wasting ink and making a bad pen. ”

"Uncle taught me a lesson. Ye Fan nodded.

While the two were talking, Zhao Lina had already ground the ink.

"The ink is polished, Ye Da calligrapher, come and show off your calligraphy. Zhao Lina shouted.

Ye Fan could hear that Zhao Lina was a little bit of a joke about him, he smiled faintly, walked to the table, and faced the blank rice paper.

He took a deep breath, and suddenly an inexplicable momentum emanated, and the tall figure seemed to have a layer of grandmaster grandeur attached.

"This ......" Zhao Guodong was secretly taken aback, "this feeling seems to have been seen by some calligraphers." ”

I saw Ye Fan put the Zihaohu pen into the ink inkstone to absorb the old ink of the Huangshan pine smoke, and then quickly waved it and wrote.

Ye Fan wrote very quickly, secretly made internal strength, the pen power penetrated the back of the paper, and a pair of poems were written directly in one go.

It wasn't until Ye Fan put away his pen that Zhao Lina and Zhao Guodong came back to their senses from their surprise.

Gently putting the pen on the pen holder, Ye Fan turned around and came back, smiling at Zhao Guodong and said, "It's not good to write, please don't be surprised by uncle." ”

Zhao Lina took a closer step to watch Ye Fan's calligraphy first, and wanted to take the opportunity to laugh at Ye Fan's two sentences, but when she saw Ye Fan's words, she was immediately shocked, and she was a little distracted and involuntarily read the words written by Ye Fan's calligraphy: "Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, and laughs and talks about thirsty for Hun blood." ”

When Zhao Guodong saw Zhao Lina's expression, he couldn't help but feel a bad premonition: Could it be that his calligraphy is also very good?

With doubts, he stepped forward to look at Ye Fan's calligraphy, and immediately felt a breath of killing coming to his face, as if what he saw was not a word, but a tragic war picture.

Zhao Guodong immediately fixed his mind, looked at it again, and saw that Ye Fan's words were drawn with iron and silver hooks, full of momentum, one stroke after another like a long knife, like a sharp sword, the head horns were grandiose, and every word was full of edges and corners, but when I looked at it as a whole, there was a sense of beauty with a commanding height and a rigorous law.

This kind of single word is magnificent, the overall law is orderly, the individual and the collective are in harmony just right, and the subtraction of one word and the addition of one word will destroy the whole calligraphy, which is full of artistic beauty.

"Good calligraphy!" Zhao Guodong couldn't help but exclaim.

Ye Fan smiled lightly: "Thank you, uncle, for your praise, I haven't written it for too long, this calligraphy is a bit tricky, and it is not elegant." ”

This is true, because he has not practiced the Fashu for too long, his hands are very raw, and the writing of a single word is awkward and ugly, so he changed his mind and decided to ignore the details and win as a whole. Just now, he was holding a brush and making a gesture in the air, just thinking about the overall layout of the platoon.

When Zhao Guodong was about to speak, his eyes inadvertently fell on his own calligraphy on the left, and he suddenly had an urge to pounce on it and tear it up.

In the past, he was satisfied with his calligraphy, but now the two calligraphy are put together, and the judgment is high.

How he looks at his calligraphy is not pleasing to the eye, a wild road that cannot be put on the table, and a rustic atmosphere of becoming a monk halfway. Looking at Ye Fan's calligraphy again, he strokes iron and silver hooks, his personality is full of publicity, and the whole is as rigorous as marching and fighting.

Thinking that he deliberately asked his daughter not to take away his calligraphy just now, intending to let his calligraphy compare Ye Fan's calligraphy and suppress Ye Fan, he couldn't help but feel hot and have a hot feeling of being slapped in the face.

"Dad. Zhao Lina shouted softly carefully, she was really afraid that her father would be angry and angry, and immediately blasted Ye Fan out of the door.

Zhao Guodong came back to his senses, laughed, and said, "Na'er, you put away these pen, ink and paper." ”

Immediately afterwards, he turned to Ye Fan and said, "Hehe, Xiaofan, let's go, go to the living room to accompany my uncle to say a few words." ”

So saying, he went to the door.

When Ye Fan answered, he followed Zhao Guodong out of calligraphy.

The two walked out of the study, and there was naturally no so-called evaluation of the two calligraphy.