Lingka World Adventure

Chapter 31 Calligraphy and Painting Association
(Some people may find this chapter very poisonous, and I am too lazy to make major changes...)
After several girls went home, even if one of them returned home, he still couldn't put it down, holding the book with poems in his hand and reading it over and over again.

She has been fascinated by it since she was a child, and she really likes calligraphy, so she took the initiative when she saw Lie Xinxi today.

Not long after, she heard the sound of the door outside, and went out to see that it was Grandpa who had returned.

"Fujiteng, what are you looking at? You are so happy. You didn't call me when you left. Why did you come back by yourself?" Grandpa said directly to her.

The girl stuck out her tongue, hurried up and grabbed Grandpa's arm and shook it twice. (Look, this girl sticks out her tongue, is it poisonous?)

"Grandpa, are you sorry, I was with my classmates just now and forgot about you. Who made you read for so long by yourself."

"Oh, I'm getting old, and my granddaughter doesn't want me anymore, what a pity." The old man joked.

"No way! By the way, Grandpa, I'll show you something good." Saying that, the girl handed the notebook in her hand to Grandpa.

"What good stuff? Let me take a look." Grandpa flipped through the book casually, glanced casually at first, then his expression became more and more serious, and finally he couldn't help touching the beard on his chin.

"This is really a good calligraphy. Fujiteng, who wrote this calligraphy?" He asked the girl.

"It was written to me by a handsome guy I met in the stationery area on the first floor just now~" the girl laughed. "Grandpa, do you also think this word is beautiful?"

"This word is more than beautiful, this word... this word is a bit unusual." Grandpa took off his glasses, wiped them, put them on again, and picked up his notebook to read.

"Grandpa, what font do you think is this? I don't believe that handsome guy said it was his own font. He's so young." The girl asked.

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say..." Grandpa carefully looked at the book in his hand, and followed the words on it with his right hand, gesticulating there stroke by stroke.

Seeing the grandfather like this, the girl knew that he was fascinated again. At this time, the grandfather could not shout, nor could he get the notebook back, so she had to pour a glass of water by herself, and then sat beside her and looked at her grandfather.

After a long time, the old man put his hands down, took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with the corner of his clothes, and put them on again.

"This is the first time I've seen this typeface, but the more I look at it, the more mysterious it becomes. It incorporates the advantages of most fonts I know, but it also has its own unique style. You said it was his own font. That's really possible."

"Oh, then he is really good. He created his own font and wrote it so beautifully. Is he better than you, grandpa?" The girl laughed.

"This, it's really possible... I've written calligraphy all my life, but it's only limited to calligraphers, but I don't have the ability to establish a school. This font has already formed its own line, with the demeanor of a master. In calligraphy, I'm not as good as you!" Grandpa's expression suddenly became a little depressed.

"Ah, grandpa, don't be sad, or if I invite him here, you can have a chat with him face to face, maybe he also learned from others, just bragging himself?"

"Come here? Do you have his contact information?" Grandpa raised his head and asked.

"Yes, I added the contact information of this handsome guy." The girl giggled again.

"That's fine, don't invite him to the house. You can ask him if he has time in the afternoon. I'll invite him to our local calligraphy and painting association." The old man hurriedly said.

"Okay, grandpa, wait for my good news."

So Wang Qi received this call.

"Painting and Calligraphy Association?" He was a little confused.

"That's right, handsome guy, my grandfather was shocked by your words. He wants to invite you to come over and have a face-to-face exchange. So do you have time this afternoon?"

"Is this...there is time." Wang Qi thought for a while, he was eating at a small restaurant he found randomly, and he happened to have no idea where to go for a stroll in the afternoon.

"Well, do you know the address of the Calligraphy and Painting Association? I'll send you a location later, at two o'clock in the afternoon, see you there, you must come!"

"Yeah, okay." Wang Qi agreed.

The girl over there hung up the phone contentedly, and made a yes sign to her grandfather, and his grandfather was relieved.

After lunch, the two went out together, and arrived at the Painting and Calligraphy Association early to wait for Wang Qi's arrival.

Wang Qi had finished his lunch early, strolled along the way relaxed and comfortable, did not take a car, and walked directly to the gate of the Painting and Calligraphy Association.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, I saw the girl standing at the gate in the morning, and waved to him after seeing him.And there was an old man beside the girl, who looked familiar to him.

"Hey, isn't this the old man I saw in the library area this morning?" Wang Qi suddenly remembered.

The old man over there was also surprised when he saw Wang Qi, but he didn't expect that it was the young man he met while reading in the morning.

"You are here! This is my grandfather, and he wants to share his calligraphy experience with you!" The girl said proactively.

"Grandpa, hello, my name is Wang Qi." Wang Qi took the initiative to say hello. "I don't dare to communicate, it's my honor that you can always teach juniors."

"Don't dare to be, my humble Liu Peixun is the director of this city's Painting and Calligraphy Association. I specially asked my granddaughter to invite you here. I hope to exchange your original calligraphy with you face to face."

"Grandpa, let's stop talking at the door, let's go in first." The girl hurriedly said, she was the first to lead the way and walked inside.

"Teng Teng likes to come here to play since he was a child, so she is very familiar with her." The old man hurriedly explained to Wang Qi, and then invited him in together.

After being polite, the three of them entered the painting and calligraphy association.

The Painting and Calligraphy Association occupies a well-known ancient building in the local area, so the inside is completely in the style of an ancient academy. Although there are traces of modern objects, it still looks antique.

Entering the compound, the trees are shady and the cool breeze is blowing, forming a sharp contrast with the hot weather outside, making people feel very comfortable.

There are many long tables in the yard, and some energetic old people are splashing ink on them, very chic and handsome.

Mr. Liu greeted these old people as he walked.

When the old people saw Mr. Liu and the girl, they all greeted them politely, saying "Fujiteng is here to play again!" "Is Fujiteng on vacation?" "Fujiteng, you are getting fat again!" The girl kept whining coquettishly and made faces with them. (Look, this girl is making funny faces again, and she's still calling out, isn't it poisonous?)
Walking to one of the empty tables, the three stopped.

"Xiao Wang, it's okay for me to call you that. Can I ask you first, and then write me a picture at will?" Old Master Liu took the initiative to say to Wang Qi.

"No problem." Wang Qi was not humble, but took the initiative to step forward and began to polish the ink and brush.

As soon as the old man and the other three came over, the young man who was about to start writing turned out to be the unknown young man, and the surrounding old people put down their brushes one after another and surrounded them.

Wang Qi practiced brush calligraphy for several years when he was a child. At that time, the school even had this course, but it was canceled after entering high school, so he didn't insist on it anymore. In recent years, he didn't write much.But he still has no problem with the basic method of using the pen and the posture of holding the pen.

Moreover, after merging the essence of various calligraphy, although he is only a master of theory, Wang Qi is still as stable as an old dog, and he does not feel frightened at all.

After finishing the ink in two or three strokes, Wang Qi didn't hesitate and started to write directly.

The content of writing has been thought up just now, and it is still his favorite poem, the one he wrote in the bookstore in the morning.

He is quick and powerful in his brushwork, but the words he writes are flowing like clouds and flowing water, as ethereal as clouds and smoke, and as chic as a breeze.

A word is no more than twenty or thirty words, and it only takes less than a minute to sign it, and a calligraphy work is vivid on the paper.

After the last word was written, Wang Qi put the pen aside, examined it for himself, nodded in satisfaction, and then looked up at the surroundings.

As a result, he was almost startled. A group of old men around, with a young girl's head sandwiched between them, all got very close together, tightly gathered around the long table, holding their breath, looking at his calligraphy works.

When he stopped writing, the people around him didn't react, they were still in the double shock of shock and shock.

After a long time, one of the old men suddenly uttered a word.

"Okay!" (Extremely poisonous! I feel comfortable after speaking...)
This sound seemed to explode, and everyone immediately cheered together, one after another, not to be outdone by each other, for fear that their voices would be a little softer than others.

Even that girl's face was flushed with excitement, and she applauded desperately there, and her eyes were shining when she looked at Wang Qi.

When everyone calmed down, everyone couldn't help but look at this picture again, reluctant to take their eyes away from it.

Mr. Liu couldn't help but asked Wang Qi, "Young man, what kind of body do you have?"

Wang Qi shrugged, "I didn't name it, I just thought of it myself."

Well, what the Lord of Data deduces is what I came up with, and there is nothing wrong with it.

"Amazing! I think it's better for you to give me a name!" Mr. Liu believed it.As far as the fluency of writing is concerned, it is obviously not achieved in a short period of time. He said that he created it himself, which is really credible.

And it's a big deal, I'll ask my son to investigate later. With my son's ability, if he really has a calligraphy teacher, he will definitely be able to dig it out.

Just when everyone was amazed, a few old people took out their mobile phones and took a picture of this picture, presumably wanting to send it to their friends for appreciation.

"Little friend Wang Qi, I want to ask you something. Can you sell your handwriting?" One of the old men asked suddenly, and the surroundings fell silent for a moment.

"No, boy, sell it to me!"

"Don't listen to him, sell it to me, sell it to me!"

Everyone suddenly shouted that they wanted to grab this work. (Already almost poisoned to death)

"Stop!" Suddenly a female voice appeared, and everyone fell silent.

"Look at you, what do you look like? How do you look like buying vegetables in a vegetable market!" Fujiteng said to the group of old men unceremoniously, and the old men looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Let's put it this way, Brother Wang Qi was invited by me, and this work is mine!" the girl said with her waist in her hands. (She's on her hips! She's on her hips!)

"..." Suddenly, everyone didn't know what to say.Mr. Liu couldn't laugh or cry. He felt that his granddaughter was a bit domineering, but he also wanted this picture in his heart, so he kept silent.

Wang Qi also thought it was a bit exaggerated, but he didn't make a sound. Seeing the girl winking at him desperately, he nodded in agreement.

So the old men had to sigh.

(End of this chapter)