Peerless prodigal system

Zhao Zhengshu couldn't believe Zhou Mengmeng's words.

At the age of 21, it is impossible to have such a high level of calligraphy!

"It's really rare to be able to write Wei Bei with such a charm! These five characters have the charm of Wei Bei's Southern Paste, which must be written by the master!"

Zhao Zhengshu's face was solemn and serious.

He has always regarded calligraphy as a very noble art, and when he saw such a good work, he would naturally take it very seriously.

But at this time, Zhou Mengmeng said curiously: "Mr. Zhao, are these five characters really so magical? My little brother said that his characters are just average."

Zhao Zhengshu's face changed slightly.

what?
so so?

Although these five characters are short, they already have the charm of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi.

Even Zhao Zhengshu himself admitted that he has studied Wei Bei for 30 years, but he is not half as good as the charm of these five characters!
"Student Zhou Mengmeng, you are wrong. That must be the other party's modest expression. I'm sure that he is an elderly calligrapher, and he is also a very accomplished calligrapher."

Zhao Zhengshu took this matter very seriously and seriously.

Zhou Mengmeng shook her head weakly, and said, "No, Mr. Zhao, my little brother is only 21 years old, and he is a sunny and handsome boy."

Zhao Zhengshu firmly believed in his own judgment. He said, "Student Zhou Mengmeng, you don't need to lie to the teacher. Maybe you don't want to reveal the identity of that expert, but I'm still very curious and want to know the origin of the expert. If I am lucky enough to meet you Master, I will definitely visit and ask for advice."

Zhao Zhengshu's eyes and expression all revealed his serious attitude towards this matter.

He really wanted to get acquainted with this "expert man", without any exaggeration.

It is difficult for ordinary people to understand this feeling. When an art fanatic sees a stunning work, it is difficult for others to understand the excitement.

But Zhou Mengmeng didn't know why, from her point of view, Wu Liang's handwriting was indeed beautiful, but she was not a professional, so she couldn't say it was good, and she didn't understand the term "Shen Yun".

"Mr. Zhao, are you okay? Why do I feel that you are exaggerating too much? This is really just my little brother's random writing. You can read these five words, and the meaning expressed is also very casual."

To be honest, the five words "Mengmeng is very cute" are indeed Wu Liang's random creations.

It is estimated that no calligrapher can be so casual.

However, Zhao Zhengshu was serious and said seriously: "Student Zhou Mengmeng, I am not exaggerating. This is a serious Wei Bei. When you learn how to look good in the future, I will teach you Wei Bei."

Afterwards, Zhao Zhengshu shook his head in embarrassment and smiled again: "Forget it, that master is better than me in writing, let him teach you, there is still a gap between me and him."

During the whole process, Zhou Mengmeng was in a daze.

She didn't understand why Teacher Zhao was so excited.

Moreover, she clearly remembered that when Wu Liang started to write, he was really casual, sketching and drawing, and finished writing in a while.

On the contrary, Teacher Zhao has given a lot of praise, and she thinks that Teacher Zhao is a master of calligraphy at the national level, so it shouldn't be like this.

Zhou Mengmeng, who couldn't figure it out, couldn't understand the situation, so she shook her head.

Zhao Zhengshu, on the other hand, held the matt grid paper with rough edges carefully, and looked at the five words on the back with a serious face: Mengmeng is very cute.

Afterwards, Zhao Zhengshu sighed regretfully: "It's a pity that I don't know the name of such a great calligrapher. I will keep this excellent work and study the brushwork when I go back. The more I look at it, the more it has the charm of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi!"

Zhao Zhengshu couldn't put it down, even though these five characters were quite inconsistent.

Zhou Mengmeng looked at Zhao Zhengshu with strange eyes, feeling baffled, she couldn't understand a calligraphy fanatic's obsession with a pair of stunning and good calligraphy.

Afterwards, Zhao Zhengshu showed the painting to his colleagues and to the Huadu Calligraphy Association.

Song Qingyun, the vice president of the Calligraphy Association, is Zhao Zhengshu's master and is good at various types of calligraphy.

Seeing his lover looking for him with a solemn face, and walking hurriedly to find him, he felt a little abnormal.

In my impression, his lover Zhao Zhengshu has always been a person with a stable mind, no matter what he deals with, he can stabilize his mind.

I have known each other for so long, and I have never seen my lover so flustered.

Feeling a little surprised, Song Qingyun put down the teacup in his hand, and asked Zhao Zhengshu, his lover who hurried into his office: "Zhengshu, what are you doing, so anxious?"

At this time, Zhao Zhengshu still had a serious expression on his face, and he handed the rough-edged paper to Master Song Qingyun with both hands a little excitedly.

"Master, look at this Wei stele, how about it?"

Song Qingyun was even more puzzled when he saw his apprentice acting like this.

What's so good about a piece of rough-edged paper, and it's so crude, it doesn't look like a calligraphy work.

Feeling baffled, Song Qingyun glanced at the rough-edged paper that Zhao Zhengshu regarded as a treasure.

"Mengmeng is very cute."

Song Qingyun read it again.

However, in the next instant, Song Qingyun's eyes widened, and a solemn expression appeared between his eyebrows.

"That's right, a rare and excellent product! The official book, who wrote this?"

Song Qingyun finally realized that the disciple's performances just now were not weird or exaggerated. Anyone who saw this piece of rough-edged paper couldn't help admiring it.

"Zhengshu, did you write this? Sure, your Wei Bei attainments have reached the pinnacle, and you even have the charm of Mr. Wang Xizhi, a calligrapher. This is a proper masterpiece of Wei Bei Nanpai, and I, Song Qingyun, are worthy of it." Calligraphy has been cultivated for 50 years, with you as an apprentice, my face is also bright!"

Song Qingyun's first judgment was that it was written by his apprentice Zhao Zheng, because in his opinion, only his apprentice Zhao Zhengshu could reach this level in the calligraphy world of Huadu, and he really couldn't find anyone else.

He thought that his apprentice suddenly had an epiphany and wrote the Wei stele with Wang Xizhi's charm, so he immediately came to announce the good news excitedly.

However, Zhao Zhengshu shook his head regretfully and said: "Master, if I, Zhao Zhengshu, can write Wei Beibei of this level, I will never regret entering the school in this life! Alas! Unfortunately, my level has never been able to surpass that level. Threshold, if you cross the threshold, you will be a heavenly being, but if you cannot cross it, you will still be an ordinary person! Although there is a thin line between them, there is a fundamental difference!"

When talking about these things, Zhao Zhengshu's emotions became even more agitated, with a kind of regret and indignation that he couldn't get what he wanted.

Of course, he also understands that he is very close to that level of realm, and if he can't break through as soon as possible, his cultivation is not enough.

When Song Qingyun heard what his disciple said, his face became more serious.

Since it wasn't his beloved disciple Zhao Zhengshu, who could it be?
Looking at the calligraphy world in Huadu, is there anyone else who can write Wei steles with a higher level than his beloved apprentice Zhao Zhengshu?