Back to modern times, Her Majesty the Queen and I are both laid off

Chapter 50 I definitely won’t do it anyway

The characters on the rice paper are somewhat similar to Jiang Li's regular script, but they are just similar.

It can be seen that the old man wanted to write the comfortable and broad structure, and he did write it, but he did not show the majestic atmosphere, but instead seemed to have a plump style.

"Dad, your words are almost meaningless. The writing is not grand enough, the connection in the structure is a bit stiff, and the writing is too fat."

Lin Xuemin looked at him, then looked at the words on the paper, dipped it in ink, and wrote the word "you" again, "Like this?"

Lin Luo shook his head, "No, no, you are fatter. Besides, why did you write the word "you"? This character has a fat structure to begin with. You can't grasp it, so write a simple one."

Lin Xuemin looked up at the ceiling, recalling and wrote another play character, "What about this?"

"It still doesn't work. The hook in your play is a bit sharp. It's too sharp. What this word emphasizes is that it should be sharp, but the sharpness should be hidden and the sharpness should not be exposed. This is writing Play is not for you to write about war."

If you have a sharp edge, you still have to hide it, and you can't show it?
Lin Xuemin frowned and didn't know how to write, so he simply handed the brush forward, "Come on, come on, don't just talk, I'll give you the pen, you write, and I'll see how you write."

"I write just as I write."

Lin Luo was not polite at all and took the brush, "Dad, please move to the side and give me a place to move."

The old man quietly moved out of the way, ready to see how he performed. He kept talking with his little mouth, saying one thing after another, but it was just a matter of words. How good was he? Do you still know?
Holding the brush in his right hand, Lin Luo stretched out his left hand to lift his sleeve habitually, and lifted it into the air. But he felt uncomfortable without lifting it, so he had to hold it in the air, hanging his wrist, and found an open space on the rice paper. Think and start writing as soon as you pick up the pen.

Having been with him for more than ten years, he is very familiar with the emperor's regular script. He knows how to hold the pen, how to pause the pen, and how to draw the ink.

As soon as I started writing, the four words “Rules of the Game” fell on the paper.

After stopping writing, Lin Luo lowered his head and looked at these four words, quite satisfied, "Dad, do you see, you have to write like this. It's not possible to write like you. The writing and writing are not right, and you need to practice more." .”

Lin Xuemin ignored him. He was shocked by the four short words. He stared at the four words for a long time, then raised his head and looked at Lin Luo, "Did you write this?"

"It wasn't written by me, how could it be written by a ghost?"

Maybe it was really written by a ghost.

Lin Xuemin thought to himself that he felt like his son was possessed by a ghost. When did this kid learn such a skill?

He stared at the four words and looked at them again and again, "The words on the wooden sign are the same. No, it's not you. Your words lack some charm and momentum."

Lin Luo didn't talk about it for the time being. Based on his calligraphy alone, he dared to say that it was at least [-]% similar to Jiang Li's calligraphy.

But the momentum. He is the emperor. When he writes, he controls the world. When he writes, he controls the country. There is naturally a sense of momentum between the lines.

This statement may be ridiculous, but there are also some that are not. From a scientific point of view, Jiang Li is a woman and her wrist strength is congenitally insufficient. Her calligraphy is very majestic. When writing, she uses relatively strong force. The so-called weak bones The tendons are soft and firm.

If you use more force, the muscles and bones of the calligraphy will be clearer, and the calligraphy will naturally gain momentum when it falls on the paper.

As a man, he can imitate the structure of the pen, but he cannot master the strength of holding the pen and moving the pen.

"Dad, don't think about momentum. You won't be able to write this thing even if you think about it for a lifetime. Just practice like me and train like me so that you can become a master."

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Lin Xuemin's brows twitched, and his mood for practicing calligraphy suddenly disappeared. He asked him, a father, to practice according to his son's calligraphy. Not to mention that it was not honorable, he just talked about who practices calligraphy and the rules of the game. .

After practicing it, I was embarrassed to hang it on the wall.

"You write something else and I'll take a look."

"Okay, then I'll write you a reward for your hard work."

Lin Luo was also unambiguous and wrote down the four characters "God will reward those who work hard". Lin Xuemin watched carefully beside him. These four characters can be practiced and hung on the wall.

After Lin Luo finished writing, he stared at it for a while, raised his hand and pushed up his glasses, "Are you really my son?"

"How about we do a paternity test?"

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Lin Xuemin ignored this, looked at the rules of the game on the paper, and looked at God's reward for hard work. In just over a month, this boy's calligraphy level has improved by leaps and bounds. Ashamed.This has never happened before. Is this because I have a calligraphy master as my teacher? Not only is he very skilled in calligraphy, he is also good at teaching students?
No, even if he can teach students again, does this kid have that kind of talent?

No matter how talented you are, you can't reach this level in more than a month. If you want to write like this, you have to practice hard for at least three to five years.

The more he thought about it, the more unreasonable he felt. Lin Xuemin could only suppress his doubts and choose to ask directly: "You met a calligraphy teacher over there? Did your teacher help write the words on the wooden sign?"

Lin Luo thought for a while and told the truth, "I don't recognize the teacher. You have met the person who wrote that word. She is the girl I share a room with. Well, my girlfriend."

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The atmosphere was suddenly quiet.

Seeing that the old man didn't say a word, Lin Luo frowned and looked at him, and couldn't help asking: "What, dad, you don't believe it?"

"Only melon skin believes it."

"I can't help you if you don't believe me. Anyway, I'm telling the truth."

"Ah"

Lin Xuemin sneered, if a little girl could have such power, the people in the calligraphy association would stop living and buy a hemp rope and hang themselves. They would all be left behind when they die.

Then, he remembered Lin Luo's last sentence about my girlfriend, and skipped the topic about calligraphy, "That girl is really your girlfriend?"

"Yes."

Lin Xuemin then asked: "Really?"

Lin Luo then nodded: "Yes."

"Then what did you pretend to be for me in the first place? And you told me that you were a roommate?"

Lin Luo lowered his eyebrows and said, "Aren't I thin-skinned and a little embarrassed to admit it?"

This coquettish look gave Lin Xuemin a chill. He frowned and asked, "What are you two going to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you just going to live together like this?"

"It's not cohabitation, it's shared renting." Lin Luo corrected, "In my two bedrooms, she sleeps in her room and I sleep in mine. We each sleep in our own room."

After finishing his words, he added, "After all, we have just started dating."

Lin Xuemin thought about it for a while. How long had this kid moved out? How long could the two of them get along and know each other?

Even if they are in love, progress cannot be so fast.

"We're just dating now. From now on, I don't know if you'll sneak into someone else's house in the middle of the night."

Lin Luo waved his hand without thinking, "Impossible."

It's September now, and the weather is getting colder day by day. Who would crawl into a big icy house in the middle of the night and think it's not cold enough?

Furthermore, the so-called relationship between the two is false. Even if they are really looking for a partner, they cannot find someone like the emperor. Just like a paralyzed man, he must at least find someone with expressions.

"Ah"

Lin Xuemin began to sneer again, with ridicule in his smile, "A man and a woman alone live together all day long. You don't want to get in now. It will be weird if you don't go into someone else's house in two months or three months."

"Anyway, I definitely won't cheat. Don't look at it. We are in a relationship now and we are still living together. But if we can't keep it together, one day..."

Lin Luo was just about to give the old man a vaccination, laying a hint that they would be separated one day if the guarantee was not enough, but before he finished speaking, a woman's voice came from outside,
"Where to drill? Who are you dating? Hey, Luoluo is back?"

(End of this chapter)