The usury incident made Zhong Yue confused, thinking that the fake ones would definitely not be true. He didn't borrow at all, so where did he come to collect debts? Although the school did not call him after receiving the answer that Zhong Yue did not borrow, Han Jianguo still felt that this student who had only met one or two times was not a serious person.

What the school was thinking, Zhong Yue couldn't take care of it for the time being. After returning home, he began to practice calligraphy with peace of mind. Now the opportunity to observe Jinnong's lacquer books has failed, and Zhong Yue can only rely on himself to understand it.

He copied and practiced calligraphy without any copybooks. His brushwork was mature, but he only needed something to write, which was enough. A four-foot-foot-sized piece was spread out, just enough to spread it on the long camphor wood table he bought. Zhong Yue squeezed some ink on the porcelain plate and began endless practice.

Now Zhong Yue does not lack the little bit of shortcomings in his brushwork, but when he lifts up his pen, can he expose what he wants to express on the paper?

My heart is my pen.

This sentence is only five words, but it is not easy to do.

When you are irritated, how should the words on the paper be expressed? Is it deliberately messy in the shape of the characters? It seems to be too artificial.

When you are happy, is it the light and cheerful strokes on the brushstrokes? It doesn’t seem to be.

A four-foot Xuan, starting with the big head of the letter a, writes a small part of the beginning of the letter b.

Zhong Yue threw it on the ground casually, put down his pen and thought carefully.

Asking for himself, Zhong Yue felt that this work on the ground did not satisfy him very much. It was not about the content problem. Jinnong lacquer script was originally an extension of official script. There was no obvious continuous strokes between characters. Some may be just an implicit echo, and this had nothing to do with what the content was written.

"Maybe I'm not good at it, so I need to use the content as a carrier."

Zhong Yue cheered up and pulled out a new piece of rice paper again. The best way to brew inner emotions is to memorize poetry. The ancients integrated emotions into poetry and used the carrier of poetry to express their inner feelings.

In "Shuitu Songtou", I send my thoughts from relatives and friends from afar, sighing at the mixed feelings of life, Zhong Yue's mood fluctuates, and uses a pen to write his inner feelings on rice paper.

When will the bright moon exist?

Ask the sky with wine.

Zhong Yue slowly put his writing, and the vast picture in his heart unfolded. The stars are dark, the moon is bright, the cold wind is lush, and he raises wine to look at the moon. What kind of lonely and vast mood should this be?

The pen is produced from the heart.

The style of lacquer books is that Zhong Yue can master the brushwork, but cannot be recognized by Jin Nong. This is the defect in the soul of calligraphy. Good works must be vivid. The works of those masters use almost the same pigments and ink, but the content expressed is to make these originally ordinary pigments and ink lines with soul and beauty.

I don’t know what year it will be tonight in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade towers and jade buildings will be colder in the high places.

How come you dance and play with the clear shadows?

With every stroke, Zhong Yue tried his best to forget the ups and downs of the strokes, and poured his mind into the work.

After writing Su Shi's "Song of the Water Melody", he recited Jiaxuan's "Breaking the Formation". The solemn, heroic battles of the generals on the battlefield, and the sad feeling of losing in their old age at the end of the writing. The pen in Zhong Yue's hand kept jumping on the paper with his mood.

His words must be solemn and hard, and he must be so determined than to bend!

The phone that was automatically turned on was charged in the corner, and it kept flickering and darker, one call after another. I don’t know if Zhong Yue pressed the mute, and there was no sound at all.

After the two works were finished, Zhong Yue's wrist was slightly sore.

Zhong Yue entered the system and was surprised to find that his proficiency in the brushwork system had reached 96%. It seemed that his direction of hard work was right!

However, the task of making Jin Nong recognize the work was still dark gray, which means that it still did not meet the expected standards. He looked at the black figure, "My heart is my pen, Mr. Dong Xin, I will work hard."

He quit the system and didn't even eat, so he was going to Zhang Laifu's house to learn how to make a pen.

"Master, do you have any food?"

Seeing Zhong Yue's haggard look, Zhang Laifu came over with a bowl of soaked rice, "What are you doing?"

"Learn to make a pen."

"Look at the scenery of the sky, you're afraid you're going crazy." Zhang Laifu cursed with a smile.

Only then did Zhong Yue remember that it was already dark...

He picked up the bubble rice and started eating it.

Zhang Laifu moved a small bamboo chair and sat at the door smoking a cigarette. "Actually, you don't have to come here every day now. You have to give it to you all the skills. This set of tools is taught to you by the master. I was originally going to bring them into the grave, but now it can be used, so you can take them back."

Zhong Yue took a sip of the soup, and the hunger made him feel good about everything he ate. "Let me let you go. This way, I'll give you a tip every day and let you give me some advice, which is better than if I'm thinking about it myself."

In fact, at the age of Zhang Laifu, as an elderly person, he lacks nothing. The most lacking is the person who can accompany him to chat. Zhong Yue would rather spend some effort every day to learn writing at Zhang Laifu's house. He would rather have some topics of conversation than take Zhang Laifu's craftsmanship and never contact each other again.

Zhang Laifu smiled, "You can come here. Two days ago, I hugged two old rabbits. I asked someone to deliver the meat to Daguang. I will soak the fur. I will take care of it myself tomorrow. Don't let me knock your head with a pen stick."

"Master, have you ever encountered bottlenecks when you learn craftsmanship?"

"Bottleneck? Haha, that's a bottleneck." Zhang Laifu pulled out a new cigarette, slammed it twice, and clamped it in his hand. "The things that come naturally make perfect can be practiced. The bottleneck is something you don't want to go further and talk nonsense."

He stretched out his thin finger, "Look at my joints. When I was in the pen factory, my joints were all bleeded. What should I do? Grit my teeth, and the white cloth strip was wrapped. It was getting dark and I lit wax. I had to come out with a satisfactory pen holder. Even my dream was a pen holder. Our apprentices survived this way. There is no way. The pen factory only costs eighty yuan a month, so how can I have such a stable income outside?"

"It seems that I have too shallow experience."

"You have no experience. At my age like you, how could I think so many twists and turns, just do it."

Zhong Yue smiled, "Master, I want to go to the mountain tomorrow."

“Go up the mountain? What to do?”

"Practice calligraphy."

Zhang Laifu took a deep breath of cigarette, "Do you want me to go up the mountain with you?"

"No need, I want to be quiet."

"Be careful, the mountains are not fun."

Zhong Yue nodded, "I am in Xiaohe Mountain, and I don't go to the deep mountains and forests."

"Well, don't worry. Remember to get closer, don't be stupid, walk into the old forest."

"Little Heshan, there is nothing wrong with it."

Zhang Laifu got up and sighed, "I haven't been so worried for a long time. I'll get you some bacon and steamed buns."
Chapter completed!