This star just wants to learn

With a smile, Pu Tong picked up the pen and put ink on the blank space on the paper. There is a lot of heaven and earth in one stroke. He only saw the smoke and clouds lingering, the fog lost the tower, the moon was bright and the river was crossing, hazy...

Well it was just his imagination.

He really can't write calligraphy and has never even touched a calligraphy brush. Now that Mr. Chen asked him to write a few calligraphy words, he was afraid of dirtying such a good paper.

"Senior, I really can't write calligraphy, and I can't even hold a pen."

Pu Tong naturally did not want to ask for trouble. What was very important was that in his eyes, paper, ink, pen, and inkstone were sacred and inviolable and could not be defiled by a layman like him... The cultural weight attached to these things could not be tolerated. ignore.

Isn't this just killing pigs with Xuanyuan Sword and Chixiao Sword? He doesn't know if things mind him, mainly because he doesn't want to disgrace the reputation of these things.

However, no matter how he resisted, Mr. Chen just stood there with squinted eyes, just waiting for Pu Tong to write, and there was a feeling that if he didn't write today, the matter would never end.

"Dad, you're here again. Not many students can write calligraphy now..." Chen Ying paused, "If you want to see your children write, you should go to a juvenile calligraphy class."

Mr. Chen glanced at her and said nothing more, just waiting for Pu Tong to write.

"Grandpa, his calligraphy is so ugly... If you want to see the calligraphy, why don't I do it? I've learned a little bit about it before."

Yu Wanwan, who had been standing silently for a long time, suddenly spoke, and her words immediately attracted everyone's attention.

She didn't think too much about it, she just saw Pu Tong in trouble and wanted to help him relieve the pressure. After all, she had really learned.

Pu Tong glanced at her. He didn't know that Yu Wanwan had such skills, but if he thought about it carefully, her family was so well off that she would have more opportunities to develop her interests and hobbies than ordinary people who were struggling to make ends meet.

However, her words also succeeded in temporarily diverting the old man's attention, and his half-closed eyes opened a little, revealing a pair of slightly cloudy eyes.

Only then did Chen Tai notice the arrival of this little girl who was traveling with him. He had been paying attention to Pu Tong just now. Now when he took a closer look, he saw that both of them looked very good, quite a bit like a talented person and a beautiful woman.

"Little girl, have you studied for how long?"

"One and a half months..." Yu Wanwan was a little embarrassed. Practicing calligraphy was so boring that she didn't insist on it at first.

Practicing calligraphy requires a lot of patience. Only through persistent practice will the level of calligraphy gradually improve. However, this process is very long and most people fail to persevere.

"Pity……"

Chen Tai sighed when he heard this. In today's fast-paced era, even taking the skills certificate exam is extremely fast-paced. How many people can calm down and practice calligraphy?

Many young people have become accustomed to today's fast lifestyle, and it is difficult to sit down and practice this boring calligraphy learning...

For many people, repeated practice is a shackles and a waste of time, which will cause resistance in their hearts!

As a result, calligraphy that has been accumulated for thousands of years has gradually begun to be ignored.

He felt sad secretly, but then turned to look in the direction of Pu Tong.

"Write two words and let me see!"

Yu Wanwan gritted his teeth. This old man was so persistent. What he just said would have been in vain. Wasn't this back to the starting point?

"Senior, I'm afraid my three-legged cat kung fu will insult your pen and paper..."

Pu Tong glanced at the white and translucent rice paper on the desk, and couldn't imagine how much he would ruin the atmosphere by writing two misshapen characters.

"Those calligraphy masters are not trained word by word. If they are afraid of writing ugly at first and dare not write, how can there be so many calligraphy masters?"

Chen Tai frowned, how could this guy, a young man, act so meekly? There is absolutely no youthful vigor at all.

His words had a different meaning to Chen Ying. Although the meaning was not obvious, her father obviously put the starting point of Pu Tong and the calligraphy master together.

Could it be that he wanted to...

"Oh well."

What else could Pu Tong say? The owner of the pen and paper didn't mind, so of course he didn't mind.

He moved to the desk and looked down at the white paper, feeling even more guilty. It was a pity that such good paper was about to be ruined by himself.

By the way, how should you hold the brush?

Pu Tong sat down properly, picked up this slender and elegant brush very carefully, and began to try the posture of holding the brush.

Yu Wanwan looked at this scene and shook his head. His clumsy posture showed that he had never even touched a brush, so how about writing...

No eyes to see, no eyes to see.

As he looked at it, the wrinkles on Chen Tai's forehead became a little deeper. He thought that this boy was an amateur, but he never thought that he was such an amateur.

Even if you have never eaten pork, you have never even seen a pig running.

"It should be this posture."

Pu Tong remembered that the posture of holding the brush seemed to be similar to this, so he picked up the brush very awkwardly and began to think about what to write.

"It's okay, just write a few words." Chen Tai walked to him, straightened his waist, and helped him adjust his posture correctly.

"The head should be upright, the body should be straight, the arms should be open and the feet should be stable, the pen should be vertical..."

Yu Wanwan and Chen Ying watched blankly, and then they realized what Mr. Chen meant.

He wants to take on a disciple.

Many people think that learning calligraphy means immersing yourself in writing. In fact, it is not the case. A calligraphy font, structure, brushwork, etc. must be thought and comprehended before real progress can be made. The so-called high talent refers to good understanding, and good understanding means nothing more than strong thinking and analytical skills.

The old man wanted to see Pu Tong write a few words so much, but actually he wanted to see his talent.

The two of them also came together, wanting to see what Pu Tong could write.

Pu Tong maintained the correct posture, but felt uncomfortable all over. He was not stupid, and now he understood what the old man meant.

Although Chen Ying did not introduce it in detail, Senior Chen is probably very accomplished in calligraphy. Now that he is old, he can only watch his calligraphy skills gradually fade away, so he started to think of recruiting apprentices to pass on his skills.

So why was he chosen? It can't be because of his unusual bones...

"Then, I'll write it!"

"Write it."

Chen Tai actually wanted to see if Pu Tong had any talent. Some people are beginners but pick up the calligraphy very quickly. Such people obviously have calligraphy talent, but he doesn't know if this kid has it.

Pu Tong let out a sigh of relief. Now that things have come to a point, let's just say it's as ugly as possible. Just don't laugh at him.

He didn't know any writing techniques, so he could only try using pen calligraphy techniques, but he soon learned that the two were very different and had little in common.

The first character has no beauty at all, but Pu Tong wrote it very seriously, but it is not difficult to identify. It is an "old" character.

Chen Ying shook her head silently. Although she was not a calligraphy master, she had a father who was a calligrapher. She had been exposed to calligraphy since she was a child, so she naturally had some knowledge... He was not good at calligraphy.

Soon Pu Tong began to write the second character. This character had many strokes. It was his first time to use a brush, and the writing was so bloated that it was hard to read.

It can be vaguely seen that this is the character Ji.

Chen Ying was stunned. If she remembered correctly, this word should mean "good horse".

Laoji? A good old horse?

She couldn't help but think of the old man beside her, who was outstanding but old and frail. She always felt that this word was a subtle hint to him.

What does this kid want to do? Why is he starting to insinuate others when he just writes a few words randomly?

She didn't know if the old man would be angry if he was compared to an old horse. She glanced at her father and found that he was also watching with interest and had no intention of being angry.

Soon, Pu Tong finished writing the first four characters, Lao Ji Fu Fang.

The old horse was leaning in front of the manger. He had long lost his previous high-spiritedness and had a bit of the sadness of a hero in his twilight years. If you think about it carefully, isn't this the portrayal of Mr. Chen now?

Chen Tai held his breath for a moment, feeling a little frightened... Maybe to others he seemed relaxed and leisurely, but only he knew what he had to do with the old horse leaning in front of the manger, standing alone in the yard. What's the difference?

When he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel a little more sad and smiled bitterly.

Chen Ying also noticed something was wrong with the old man's state, but he hadn't finished writing, so she couldn't say anything more, so she could only read down patiently.

Pu Tong continued to write and once again wrote the word "Zhi" about his ambition.

She didn't understand what it meant, she just felt that the writing of this character was still ugly... It wasn't just this character that was bad, the first four characters were also bad, and the fifth character was bad.

"Are your hands sore?"

Yu Wanwan suffered the disadvantage of being uneducated. She didn't know what Ji and He meant. She only noticed that Pu Tong's hand holding the pen was shaking.

She didn't care about those things that were there or not, she only cared about whether Pu Tong was tired or not.

"Write it now..." Pu Tong gradually mastered the technique of exerting force and quickly finished writing the rest.

The old man is brave and ambitious, and his ambition is thousands of miles.