Live Broadcast: My Leisurely Life In Changbai Mountain

"Xiao Sheng is also interested in calligraphy?"

After eating, Chen Nan saw pens, ink, paper and inkstones in the room.

Chen Nan was a little surprised.

After all, there are very few people learning calligraphy nowadays.

Besides, this is still a rural area.

Maybe in a thousand villages in the whole world, there are not even 10 children learning calligraphy.

"I'm just interested in calligraphy, but no one teaches me, so I write blindly for fun." Chen Sheng scratched his head in embarrassment after hearing this.

"It's actually an inkstone and ink, freshly ground? You're quite particular about that."

Chen Nan came to the table and was even more surprised to find that the inkstone was freshly ground.

You know, there was no ink in ancient times.

Before ancient people wrote, they would use an inkstone mixed with water and grind it before writing.

In modern society, there is no need to go to such trouble. There are ready-made brushes and inks for use.

However, some traditional calligraphers still maintain this habit.

To use a popular saying today, words written with ready-made ink have no soul.

"This kid watched a costume drama some time ago and thought it was so interesting. He kept pestering me to buy him an inkstone, so I bought it."

The third uncle shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Chen Nan nodded and said to Chen Sheng, "Come, help me grind the stone."

Chen Sheng said in surprise: "Brother, can you also write calligraphy?"

Chen Nan nodded and said with a smile: "When I was in high school, I participated in a calligraphy class and got first place in my grade. My level is pretty good. I'm not bragging. Calligraphy is really easy for me."

Netizen: “???”

"Calligraphy hobby class? Brother Nan, can you please stop making trouble?"

"I don't believe it this time. Calligraphy is impossible without more than ten years of study and study."

"Brother Nan started bragging again, forcing the king to arrive and everyone dispersed!"

"First place in the whole grade in high school calligraphy? When I was in kindergarten, I was praised by the teacher. Am I proud?"

"Brother Nan said the level is pretty good, probably at the third grade level of elementary school."

"It's smaller, the layout is smaller! At least it's at the fourth grade level."

"You look down on my Brother Nan so much? I feel like you are at least in fifth grade!"

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Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, Chen Nan didn't explain.

Chen Sheng has already started to polish his ink.

The third uncle and the third aunt also gathered around with interest.

They didn't have the slightest doubt about what Chen Nan said.

After all, Chen Nan graduated from Tsinghua University.

The only college student in the whole village is from Tsinghua University.

Tsinghua University is the best school in China.

In the eyes of the villagers, they have been deified.

Therefore, in the eyes of Sanshu and his family, Chen Nan’s claim that he can make an atomic bomb is probably believed by everyone.

Chen Nan stood in front of the table, holding a brush in his hand.

His eyes were closed tightly, simmering with emotion.

Calligraphy depends on the mood, state, and the timing of picking up and putting down the pen.

It seems simple, but in fact, if you want to complete a work that you are satisfied with, you must have the right time, location, and people.

It seems that he feels Chen Nan's current state.

After Chen Sheng finished polishing the ink, he did not rush Chen Nan.

After a full minute, Chen Nan finally opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, the entire atmosphere in the room changed.

Chen Nan's originally smart eyes became peaceful and calm, but there was an edge hidden in them.

The original atmosphere in the room suddenly changed.

The third uncle's family even felt as if a gust of wind was blowing, which shocked them inexplicably.

Chen Nan has a unique aura about him.

It seems like a feeling of being possessed by a great writer.

The third uncle even saw in Chen Nan the leisurely demeanor of a man of extraordinary talent who lived in seclusion in the countryside.

Chen Qiang even looked at Chen Nan and giggled: "Hey...hey, Tao...Tao Yuanming?"

This time, the whole room felt as if it had returned to ancient times.

With a golden sword and an iron horse, and the policy of the imperial court, he conquered the world and saved the world and benefited the people.

"No? What's going on?"

"I have a weird feeling."

"Although I don't know Tao Yuanming, at this moment I feel that Chen Nan is Tao Yuanming."

"What's going on?"

"Could it be that Brother Nan's calligraphy has reached the realm of harmony between man and nature?"

"Human and Heaven are one, have you read too many novels about riding a horse?"

"Then you step on the horse and explain to me, what's going on?"

"Why is Xiaoqiang pointing at Brother Nan and talking about Tao Yuanming? Is Xiaoqiang really an earthly immortal? Protecting one side?"

"Nima, can you please don't say this in broad daylight? I'm getting goosebumps."

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Netizens in the live broadcast room also vaguely felt the changes on Chen Nan's side.

Then, the moment Chen Nan opened his eyes.

The brush directly occupied the ground ink.

Then the pen moves like a dragon and a snake, one stroke down, like a runaway horse flying into the sky and then flying away.

It is also like a dragon flying in the sky, moving around, coming from nothingness and returning to the void.

The running script is wild and uninhibited, and the calligraphy incorporates Confucian perseverance, courage and enterprising spirit.

It also contains the simplicity, distance and tranquility of Laozhuang.

【The hut is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses. 】

[I asked you how you can do it. Your mind is far away and you are biased. 】

[Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan Mountain. 】

[The mountain air is getting better day and night, and the birds are flying back and forth. 】

[There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to express it in trying to discern. 】

The glyphs are right and wrong, large and small, open and closed.

The thickness of the lines changes obviously, with ups and downs.

Especially the line "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan Mountain" is written crookedly.

It's so crooked that it almost falls over.

But this tilt is not stiff, but gives a more free feeling.

Let one's emotions and one's nature form one's own style, some leaning or partial, some light or heavy.

Finally, Chen Nan left his name in a line of small characters in the blank space in the lower left corner.

Although the third uncle and his wife do not know calligraphy.

However, they were absolutely sure that the word looked good.

Moreover, I don’t know why, after the third uncle and the old couple saw this painting, they were shocked.

His body shivered involuntarily.

From the heel, straight to the heavens.

This is a shock from the depths of the soul.

"Brother, this... this..." Chen Sheng still knew some calligraphy, but he was too excited to speak.

Netizens were also shocked.

"Damn it, Brother Nan really knows calligraphy."

"Although I can't understand it, it feels so powerful."

"I don't know calligraphy, but I have an aesthetic sense. This calligraphy is so beautiful."

"The power penetrates the back of the paper, the dragons and phoenixes are dancing, the clouds are frightening the dragons, the brushstrokes are majestic."

"Brother, you are so educated."

"But I'm uneducated, so I can talk the world with just one word."

"Is this the level of being number one in the entire high school class?"

"Damn it, Brother Nan, have you raised the overall level of high school students across the country?"

"Brother Nan, what kind of monster are you?"

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Chen Nan clearly wrote words, but it seemed as if he was taking the audience through time.

The artistic conception and pictures in the poems have traveled through time and space and are displayed in front of everyone's eyes.

That kind of shock comes from the inside out.

The words get better and better the more you look at them.

Netizens were shocked.

Especially the sentence "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan Mountain".

Netizens felt a chill rushing to their heads as they watched.

That kind of shock is involuntary and goes deep into the soul.

They seemed to have really seen Tao Yuanming's reclusive life from Chen Nan's writings.

Moreover, isn't Chen Nan's life like this now?

Although Chen Nan has obtained the ability of [Grand Master Calligraphy].

But this calligraphy, Chen Nan guarantees, is his peak.

It is also because this poem is in harmony with his current mood and situation.

Only then did I write this word.

A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Nan's mouth.

This is satisfaction with one's own work.