Ailangzhou's face is black.

"And Tang Bohu's poems are well written. Others laugh at me for being too crazy. I laugh at me for not seeing through them. I don't see the tombs of heroes from Wuling. I can make fields without flowers or wine. I whisper the whole poem is very neat and easy to read. It is catchy and has strong infectiousness and emotions. No wonder I can transform into a servant of Huafu as the four great talents in Jiangnan. I can still soak in autumn fragrance. It is really envious to others."

He said the wrong topic seriously, and even mentioned the content of the movie interpretation. Xi Caiwei, who comforted Xie Qilu, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"I, I'll ask you where my words are not good!" Ai Langzhou increased the volume a little and clenched his fists quietly.

Song Baojun said: "Well, this word is written very fluently, and it is written in one go, and it has a sense of unpleasantness. Moreover, starting from 'Others laugh at me as crazy', it is full of strokes. The seven words are connected up and down, inseparable, as if they are natural, full of sloppy and messy beauty, which is very worthy of praise."

Ai Langzhou thought it was finally like a human word, so he nodded secretly.

Mao Zhufeng was also observing quietly. Qiu Yuancheng thought that this boy had a bad word, but he seemed to be judging others.

"That's all, but" Song Baojun did not make Ai Langzhou proud for a few seconds, and immediately made a turning point: "The original text has as many as eleven characters of "flower", with extremely high repetition rate. Every character of "flower" you write is different. It is obvious that it is learning the "Preface to the Lanting Collection". Each character of "zhi" has different postures and beauty, none of which are the same. Twenty-one different brushwork changes, which can be regarded as the highest level of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. Obviously you also want to develop eleven characters of brushwork, but the imitation is too clumsy, and it seems different, but it is also strange in ancient times."

Song Baojun pointed to the first word "花" and "You divided the word "花" into two 'ten', and the second one was connected together. The last hook suddenly raised a stroke, and this one was slightly stopped... and so on, it seems to be different and interesting. In fact, you see that his skeletons are almost the same, they are all the same cursive styles, the same starting order, the same connection and twists, the same slightness and simplicity in each stroke. What are the eleven strokes? The shape is similar but the spirit is not similar. The painting of a tiger cannot be a dog. The eleven flowers that are deliberately emphasized destroy the overall beauty and fail."

Ailangzhou's face was stiff and he gritted his teeth tightly without saying a word.

Mao Zhufeng thought to himself that this young man was right and had a good sense. He had just realized that it was just for the sake of cultivating students, so it was inconvenient to speak out.

Song Baojun continued: "By the same principle, the seven words "peach" have been written in seven ways, but failed."

Mao Zhufeng couldn't help but come over. He had no time to pay attention to Ke Yuwei who was writing quickly and stood by and smiled.

"Taohua Temple in Taohuawu, from the beginning, you can see that you want to write running script, but then it gradually becomes running script. Haha, running script and running script are written in multiple styles and are disharmonious and appearing messy. They have always been the most popular mistakes for people with half-bucket water. Failure!"

Every time Song Baojun said something failed, Ai Langzhou's face looked even more ugly.

"'One on the flat ground and one on the sky', the two words "flat ground here are inappropriate. You can take it for granted a few simple strokes. If you want to highlight a flying momentum, you can actually apply it at will, and it is difficult to read it, and it fails!"

Gradually, the students gathered more and more, and almost everyone in the classroom was crowded in front of the blackboard and listened to Song Baojun's explanation and comments. Everyone had a foundation in calligraphy. I saw that Ai Langzhou was indeed well written before, but then I listened to Song Baojun's analysis word by word, and slowly realized the truth, and couldn't help but nod.

"The word "not to say "'I laugh at others who can't see through it" is that the vertical pen is too long and it is extravagant. Who taught you how to write like this? Failure in failure!"

Speaking of this, Ailangzhou's face was basically peeled off, his chest was fluctuating violently, he breathed heavily, his face turned from charred to red, and then pale. He was because of anger, Hong was because of shame, and Bai was because of panic. He didn't dare to see everyone's reaction, but said very reluctantly: "Do you think this is not good-looking?"

Song Baojun shouted fiercely: "Oh, you still dare to talk back? Where is it good? Where is it good? Failed!"

Ke Yuwei on the podium spent all his time writing a running script. He started copying Huang Tingjian's copybook "Poems for Liu Jizhan" two weeks ago. It was a bit charming. He felt so brilliant that he could be comparable to the four great masters of the Northern Song Dynasty. He looked up proudly, but saw that there was no one in front of him, and the audience ran to the side of Song Baojun.

"The most important thing is that the meaning of crazy and crazy in the original poem, seeing through the arrogance of the world is not reflected in your calligraphy. What do I see? Depression and sadness, it seems like a heartbreaker venting emotions. It is simply helpless and has failed!"

Failed!

Ai Langzhou felt like he was killed by lightning, and stood there in a daze and said in a daze.

The classmates whispered and talked, and a few boys who were praising him for his good writing immediately changed their words, saying that he had a false reputation, but that was so. Even several brainless female fans of Ai Langzhou shut up and stopped talking.

He suddenly jumped up and pulled down the "Taohua Temple Songs and Poetry Post" in a few seconds, no longer trying to let others see his failed works.

"If you say others fail, how good are you writing?" Ke Yuwei suddenly squeezed into the crowd and shouted: "If you have the ability, you can write a good book to convince us!"

Several brainless female fans woke up from a dream and shouted: "Yes, yes, if you have the ability, just write. What is it just to comment on others? Then can we go to a restaurant and eat a bowl of unpleasant food, can we kill the chef? Who can't speak out?"

Last week's calligraphy class, Song Baojun was called to the stage by Teacher Qiu to demonstrate in public and wrote a picture of Su Shi's "Drinking on the Lake for the First Sunshine and the Rain After the Rain", with a terrible handwriting. Everyone is still impressed, so the girls were particularly confident: "Your handwriting is so bad, so you are embarrassed to comment on others? Then you write it! We will convince you if you write it."

The art of calligraphy is a process of long-term practice and accumulation, including a deep foundation of calligraphy and a large number of life insights. No one can quickly achieve it in a short time. Just like a music beginner, he just started learning simplified scores today, and in two days he can pull out the touching "Erquan Yingyue". No one can guarantee it except genius.

Knowing that Song Baojun could not be the genius among billions, Ke Yuwei shouted very enthusiastically with the brainless female fans: "You write it! Don't just talk but don't practice, you will know how to talk big all day long!"

Their noisy actually aroused the neutral audience around them to watch the fun, just treating it as a particularly fun thing. Nowadays, everyone is not worried about the big deal and laughs: "Write it quickly, critic."

"That's it. I'll write it out and let you see Master Song's handwriting and learn."

"Expert Song, you are very sensible. If you don't show it yourself, how can you convince people?"

At this time, He Jianmin had asked the students next to him that the truth about Song Baojun's calligraphy was extremely bad, and he wanted to make this kid look ugly. He stood up and said righteously: "Song Baojun, what's your name? Just write it if you ask me to write, don't waste everyone's time!"

How dare Song Baojun agree? He said with a tough temper: "I go to the restaurant for a meal. If the dishes are not cooked well, I will train the chef for a meal. There is no need to cook by myself to prove it, right?"

He Jianmin pointed at his nose and shouted loudly: "You are clearly a noisy classroom, causing trouble!"

Xie Qilu became more and more proud and smiled: "Song Baojun, if you can write a better calligraphy work than Ailangzhou, I recognize you as your uncle."

Song Baojun said angrily: "You were my niece."

He Jianmin finally used his trump card and said, "Let's ask Zhu Lao to comment. If you write better than Ailangzhou, I promise to help you apply for a scholarship this semester." The last sentence was stern: "If you can't write it, every subject this semester will be considered as failing!"

Song Baojun stumbled his neck and said, "Are you afraid that you won't be able to do it?" He called himself in front of the department chair. He was the only courage of Quanchazhou University.

"Then write it!" He Jianmin shouted.

During the entire quarrel, Mao Zhufeng kept watching with a smile and not saying a word.

Ke Yuwei spent all his efforts to write "Poetry for Liu Jizhan" that he had not seen before, but Director He rudely threw it aside and re-spread a blank piece of rice paper. Ke Yuwei was so anxious that he could cry without tears.

The students made a way out one after another, and everyone was filled with joy that was afraid that the world would not be in chaos.

At this moment, Song Baojun had no way out. He simply bachelorized to the end, with a faint smile on his face, elegant and calm, and raised his hand and waved his legs slightly. The master's demeanor was undoubtedly revealed. He raised his chin and called the director's name: "Jianmin, why don't you polish ink for me?"

He Jianmin was so angry that he just pretended not to hear it. He hated it, this student was so annoying!

The girl Yang Hailan, who was named to show her calligraphy, had not had time to express her skills and had been completely ignored by everyone. She was not angry and picked up the ink block to be ground.

A delicate jade hand took the thing from Yang Hailan's hand and smiled and said, "Let me do it." It was Ye Jingchun, whose tall figure will always be outstanding among the crowd, like a noble swan, holding the ink block and chuckling, "I'll help you grind ink, you can write it well."

Liu Xiyue said angrily: "Famous woman, don't get in the way here!"

Ye Jingchun gave her a blank look, ignored her, poured some clear water on the inkstone, and grind it carefully.

Ai Langzhou panted and his eyes were red, but he was reluctant to leave. He looked at Ye Jingchun's beautiful face with complicated eyes, his eyes full of admiration, and he completely forgot about the surrounding environment.

Unpredictably, a force came from his shoulders. The handsome Korean man staggered to the left, and he shouted, almost standing firmly. Looking back, it turned out that it was Song Baojun pushing him aside and standing in front of the podium with ease. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!