Chapter 361: An Old Horse Still in the Stable

With a smile, Pu Tong picked up the pen and put ink on the blank space on the paper. There is a lot of heaven and earth in one stroke. He only saw the smoke and clouds lingering, the fog lost the tower, the moon was bright and the river was crossing, hazy...

Well it was just his imagination.

He really can't write calligraphy and has never even touched a calligraphy brush. Now that Mr. Chen asked him to write a few calligraphy words, he was afraid of dirtying such a good paper.

"Senior, I really can't write calligraphy, and I can't even hold a pen."

Pu Tong naturally did not want to ask for trouble. What was very important was that in his eyes, paper, ink, pen, and inkstone were sacred and inviolable and could not be tarnished by a layman like him... The cultural weight attached to these things could not be tolerated. ignore.

Isn't this just killing pigs with Xuanyuan Sword and Chixiao Sword? He doesn't know if things mind him, mainly because he doesn't want to disgrace the reputation of these things.

However, no matter how he resisted, Mr. Chen just stood there with squinted eyes, just waiting for Pu Tong to write. There was a feeling that if he didn't write today, the matter would never end.

"Dad, you're here again. Not many students can write calligraphy now..." Chen Ying paused, "If you want to see your children write, you should go to a juvenile calligraphy class."

Mr. Chen glanced at her and said nothing more, just waiting for Pu Tong to write.

"Grandpa, his calligraphy is so ugly... If you want to see the calligraphy, why don't I do it? I've learned a little bit about it before."

Yu Wanwan, who had been standing silently for a long time, suddenly spoke, and her words immediately attracted everyone's attention.

She didn't think too much about it, she just saw Pu Tong in trouble and wanted to help him relieve the pressure. After all, she had really learned.

Pu Tong glanced at her. He didn't know that Yu Wanwan had such skills, but if he thought about it carefully, her family was so well off that she would have more opportunities to develop her interests and hobbies than ordinary people who were struggling to make ends meet.

However, her words also succeeded in temporarily diverting the old man's attention, and his half-closed eyes opened a little, revealing a pair of slightly cloudy eyes.

Only then did Chen Tai notice the arrival of this little girl who was traveling with him. He had been paying attention to Pu Tong just now. Now that he took a closer look, he saw that they both looked very good and looked a bit like a talented and beautiful lady.

"Little girl, have you studied for how long?"

"One and a half months..." Yu Wanwan was a little embarrassed. Practicing calligraphy was so boring that she didn't stick to it at first.

Practicing calligraphy requires a lot of patience. Only through persistent practice will the level of calligraphy gradually improve. However, this process is very long, and most people fail to persevere.

"Pity……"

Chen Tai sighed when he heard this. In today's fast-paced era, even taking the skill certificate exam is extremely fast-paced. How many people can calm down and practice calligraphy?

Many young people have become accustomed to today's fast lifestyle, and it is difficult to sit down and practice this boring calligraphy learning...

For many people, repeated practice is a shackles and a waste of time, which will cause resistance in their hearts!

As a result, calligraphy that has been accumulated for thousands of years has gradually begun to be ignored.

He felt sad secretly, but then turned to look in the direction of Pu Tong.

"Write two characters and let me see!"

Yu Wanwan gritted his teeth. This old man was so persistent. What he just said would have been in vain. Wasn't this back to the starting point?

"Senior, I'm afraid my three-legged cat kung fu will insult your pen and paper..."

Pu Tong glanced at the white and translucent rice paper on the desk, and couldn't imagine how much he would ruin the atmosphere by writing two misshapen characters.

"Those calligraphy masters are not trained word by word. If they are afraid of writing ugly at first and dare not start writing, how can there be so many calligraphy masters?"

Chen Tai frowned. How could this guy, a young man, act so meekly? There is absolutely no youthful vigor at all.

His words had a different meaning to Chen Ying. Although the meaning was not obvious, her father obviously put the starting point of Pu Tong and the calligraphy master together.

Could it be that he wanted to...

"Oh well."

What else could Pu Tong say? The owner of the pen and paper didn't mind, so of course he didn't mind.

He moved to the desk and looked down at the white paper, feeling even more guilty. It was a pity that such good paper was about to be ruined by himself.

By the way, how should you hold the brush?

Pu Tong sat down properly, picked up this slender and elegant brush very carefully, and began to try the posture of holding the brush.

Yu Wanwan looked at this scene and shook his head. His clumsy posture showed that he had never even touched a brush, so how about writing...

No eyes to see, no eyes to see.

As he looked at it, the wrinkles on Chen Tai's forehead became a little deeper. He thought that this boy was an amateur, but he never thought that he was such an amateur.

Even if you have never eaten pork, you have never even seen a pig running.

"It should be this posture."

Pu Tong remembered that the posture of holding the brush was almost like this, so he picked up the brush very awkwardly and began to think about what to write.

"It's okay, just write a few words." Chen Tai walked to him, straightened his waist, and helped him adjust his posture correctly.

"The head should be upright, the body should be straight, the arms should be open and the feet should be stable, the pen should be vertical..."

Yu Wanwan and Chen Ying watched blankly, and then they realized what Mr. Chen meant.

He wants to take on a disciple.

Many people think that learning calligraphy is just writing hard, but it is not true. A calligraphy font, structure, brushwork, etc. must be thought about and understood before real progress can be made. The so-called high talent refers to good understanding, and good understanding is nothing more than strong thinking and analytical ability.

The old man wanted to see Pu Tong write a few words so much, in fact, he wanted to see his talent.

The two of them also came over to see what Pu Tong could write.

Pu Tong maintained the correct posture, but he felt uncomfortable all over. He was not stupid, and he understood what the old senior meant.

Although Chen Ying did not emphasize the introduction, it is likely that the old senior Chen has made great achievements in calligraphy. Now that he is old, he can only watch the calligraphy skills gradually decline, so he decided to accept an apprentice to pass on his skills.

So why did he choose him? It can't be that he has a strange bone structure...

"Then, then I'll write!"

"Write."

Chen Tai actually wanted to see if Pu Tong had any talent. Some people are also beginners but can get started very quickly. Such people obviously have a talent for calligraphy, but I don't know if this kid has it.

Pu Tong let out a sigh of relief. At this point, it's okay if it's ugly, just don't laugh at him.

He didn't know any brushwork, so he could only try to use the technique of writing with a fountain pen, but he soon realized that the two were very different and had little similarity.

The first character had no aesthetic feeling at all, but Pu Tong wrote it very seriously, but it was not difficult to recognize. This was an "old" character.

Chen Ying shook her head silently. Although she was not a master of calligraphy, she had a father who was a calligrapher. Naturally, she had some knowledge since she was a child... His handwriting was not good.

Soon Pu Tong started to write the second character. This character had many strokes. It was his first time using a brush, and the result was simply bloated and unbearable to read.

It can be vaguely seen that this is the character "Ji".

Chen Ying was stunned. If she remembered correctly, this word should mean "good horse".

Lao Ji? A very old and good horse?

She couldn't help but think of the old man beside her, who was excellent but old and weak. She always felt that this word was hinting at him.

What does this kid want to do? He just wrote a few words casually, why did he start to insinuate others?

She didn't know if the old man would be angry if he was compared to an old horse. She glanced at her father and found that he was also watching with interest and didn't mean to be angry.

Soon, Pu Tong finished writing the first four words, Lao Ji Fushuang.

The old horse leaned against the manger, and it had long lost its former vigor and vitality. It was quite sad. Thinking about it carefully, isn't this a portrayal of Mr. Chen now?

Chen Tai held his breath for a while, feeling a kind of frightened feeling... Maybe he seemed leisurely and leisurely to others, but only he knew that he, who was alone in the yard, was different from the old horse leaning in front of the manger?

When he thought of it, he couldn't help but feel a little more sad and smiled bitterly.

Chen Ying also noticed that the old man was not in a good state, but he hadn't finished writing yet, so she couldn't say much and could only read on patiently.

Pu Tong continued to write and wrote the word "志" (zhi) again.

She didn't understand what it meant, but she felt that this word was still ugly... Not only this word was not good, but the previous four words were not good, and the fifth word was not good.

"Does your hand feel sore?"

Yu Wanwan suffered from the lack of education. She didn't know what "骥" and "枥" meant. She only noticed that Pu Tong's hand holding the pen was shaking.

She didn't care about those things, she only cared about whether Pu Tong was tired.

"I'll finish it soon..." Pu Tong gradually mastered the technique of exerting force and quickly finished the rest.

The old horse is in the stable, and his ambition is to travel thousands of miles.