Chapter 425: Peerless Wild Grass

Most of the people who learn the word love cleanliness, pay attention to organization and neatness, and the four treasures of the study are much valued and cherished by the literati.
Song Ye's rude method was directly sentenced to death by the literati present.
In fact, think about it. Calligraphy is a skill that can be accumulated over many years. Song Ye studied under Mencius's hands for two months. It seems that this test is also a momentary ambition of the teenager, and it is not true.
Thinking about it this way, the expectations of everyone present in this test were much lowered, and they were a little careless and not so focused.
But when Song Yelang waved his first stroke and went down, someone suddenly exclaimed on the field, "Look at it."
Awoken by this sound, everyone's eyes looked at each other in unison, and their eyes fell on the juvenile slender wrist, and when they saw the white paper and black words spreading slowly under her hands, they couldn't help but took a breath.
"This is ..." Even Menzi Heng, who was on the side, couldn't help but amazed, his eyes burned, and he didn't dare to miss every pause and sketch of the wolf.
The teenager wore a long-sleeved T-shirt with a straight back, but his slender wrists were faint and vigorous. He wore his hands in his hands and opened them up, arrogantly trying to make people ignore them, which was not a formal dress. , As if seeing drunk immortality after drinking, the beauty of splashing ink.
As the young man's wrists turned, the strokes under his hand gradually appeared. The words were wild and varied, and the stippling was continuous. It was like a dragon swimming in the water, but like a fairy crane in the forest. There is no rule, but there is an imposing momentum spurting out from the paper, which makes the reporter feel shocked and trembling.
That's right, this is crazy grass.
Until the rolling brushstroke boldly drew the last stroke, the young man's fingertips drew a bounce, and threw the wolf on the inkwell, and the ink dots fluttered and splashed on the rice paper. Even more wanton and chic.
No one dared to say that Song Ye did not cherish Mo Yan and behaved vulgarly. In their opinion, this is where the highest mood of the crazy grass lies.
"Good word, such a mad grass!" Without comment from anyone, everyone in the room couldn't help sighing and sighing in admiration. The three-two-two-footed steps came tightly together, admiring this wild grass writing on the desktop.
Although the calligraphy study styles have their own advantages and disadvantages, they can go through thousands of years of change. Now there are fewer and fewer people who practice calligraphy in crazy writing styles, and it is even more rare to be able to achieve such excellence.
Therefore, Song Ye's writing brush is completely rare and expensive, and the child next door will have no residue left in seconds.
At this time, even Mr. Meng couldn't help coming, looked left and right, and tasted it, then nodded with satisfaction and affirmation. It ’s rare, and it ’s written in its own style, saying that everyone is too much. Ziheng, if your classmate is interested, you can invite more people to sit at home. There are many crazy grass copybooks in the study. Helped. "
Although the old man is deeply thoughtful and has some unscrupulous methods for the family business, at the same time, he is also a man who loves talents, and he is actually not exclusive to talented juniors.
With the personal determination of Mr. Meng, even if the Bai family wanted to argue, there was no reason.
But Bai Wenbo, the kid, was taken out of face and was very unconvinced. After carefully looking at the wild grass on the table next to him, his voice was tough: "Impossible! You ca n’t write this crazy grass in two months." Come out. "
Although he acknowledged that he had lost, he was totally unacceptable for the loss of two months. Despite his talent, he can play hard work in calligraphy, but has not suffered less than other people, so he is sure that Song Ye ’s wild grass has absolutely more than two months of experience.
The child is more real, and how can others not see it. If you think about it carefully, you will all turn to Song Ye, looking for an exact answer.
"Cheat you, what good is it to me?" Song Ye stood at the desk, only slightly glancing at the past, and then added, "Can only say that the famous teacher is a master."
"You ... a liar!" Bai Wenbo flushed a little face with anger, and finally roared, and couldn't help being wronged, and ran out with a shake of his hand.
Song Ye touched the corner of his mouth. This kind of stinking kid should be frustrated, so as not to grow more crooked later.
Of course, the death of the dead Song Dazhen is not guilty of bullying the child at all.
Bai Hua took a deep look at Song Ye, and his expression in his eyes was a little unpredictable.
Song Ye said eloquently that he was a apprentice to Mencius Heng, nothing more than to give Mencius Heng a cap, so that he could not find trouble with the Mencius directly. Today, he inquired specifically, made plans to come over to disrupt the game, but was beaten in the end.
One of the unexpected changes was the unknown boy.
Song Ye naturally felt Bai Hua's gaze, but she didn't hurt her muscles at the moment. She didn't bother to care about the other party. She temporarily suppressed the other party at the banquet for the Meng family.
"It's really a hero to be a boy. We were awkward just now, this little friend, and we apologize to you here." Among the crowd, these literati were also ashamed of their selfishness just now, and came out generously. apologize. It is said that the word is just like its own person. A person who can have such a mastery of calligraphy will certainly not be a trivial person.
Fu Tonger looked at the scene and the wind fell to the side. What should have been his own position became the home of the teenager. Those beautiful words also fell on Song Ye. Instead, her most noticeable protagonist was squeezed into the corner. He didn't hear it.
At this moment, her sense of crisis was unprecedented.
She also truly felt that whether Song Ye was male or female, this person was her number one rival.
Song Ye and Mencius Heng, while everyone was appreciating the mad grass, retreated.
Wang Qianqian jumped up and down, hands folded, eyes staring, worshiping, "Song Ye, whenever I think you are omnipotent, you can always refresh the ceiling for me, oh, you are just my idol. "
This time, even Fang Ye was a little stunned. He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose. "If you can play golf, I hope you can come to my house for a weekend." In view of Song Ye ’s ability to show each of these Approaching perfect performance, Fang Yan wanted to find talents for his industry in time.
Le Mingyu snorted softly, some dismissed these people's dog legs, twisted his head, and just stared at the door, but his eyes were a meal.