The boy's height was a little over 1.70 meters. Although it looked thin, he still kept Wang Qianqian from being airtight. The cups and drinks that came flying in front of him instantly spilled onto the boy's back, and the white jacket was overflowing. Doodle board.
"Song Ye!" Wang Qianqian couldn't help but grasped the clothes on her chest, and whispered. She was a girl who was afraid of making embarrassment, but she didn't forget that Song Ye was also a fake girl.
A few wine glasses were smashed on her back, and her clothes were wet and dripping. Song Ye didn't even move. She looked down at Wang Qianqian who was crying anxiously in front of her. She opened her mouth and only responded lightly. Two words, "It's okay."
Before at school, Wang Qianqian was scalded on her chest. This time it was also because of her standing. Song Ye would not let her be splashed with drinks while wearing a tube top strap.
However, a woman changes her face faster than flipping a book, and her mouth fight just now is like a tigress. Now she just looks like she is about to cry when she is splashed.
Being a species of the same sex, Song Ye said that she didn't understand what kind of comfort Wang Qianqian needed at the moment.
But soon, the crowd who heard the movement around made them have no time to chat.
Since Song Ye came in late and stood in a hidden position, not many people noticed her. But now that she was wet and colorful in her white clothes, the focus of the audience was all shifted to her. At first, she was surprised by her outstanding appearance, and then she was despised by her too casual and cheap dress.
Good-looking and poorly dressed, this is not a popular type in the circle.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, it was because I was not careful." Fu Tong'er, the instigator on the side, didn't evade at this time, and apologized straightforwardly. But everyone can see that her attitude is high, and she doesn't even feel owed. "What can I do? I don't have any clothes you can change on my side. I'm so sorry."
The clothes that can be changed, whether it is said that there are no boys' clothes, or that he is not worthy of those clothes, the answer is vague and different.
Such blurring words made Wang Qianqian, Gu Yitong and others flushed with anger.
"Song Ye, take off and change my clothes." Gu Yitong stood up, and his body shape was similar to Song Ye, and he unbuttoned his suit. The clothes were also high-end brands.
He was making a face for Song Ye.
Before Song Ye had time to speak, the other party had already handed over his jacket neatly, but was intercepted by a hand half way.
"Use mine." Mencius didn't know where it came from. He was still holding a down jacket in his arms. He knew that Song Ye was frightened of coldness recently. He just went to get the down jacket before coming over immediately. .
But Song Ye shook his head and did not accept, "No, it's not cold." As he said, he took off his white jacket, only wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, standing there calmly, it seemed a bit ugly. Consciously not at all.
Originally it was extremely indecent to take off and change clothes in such a large public, but Song Ye's temperament was too cold, her manners were too calm, and coupled with her outstanding appearance, the whole course of her movements became worse. It is pleasing to the eye and gives people the illusion of being in danger.
Then, before everyone could react to the shock of Mencius's personal action, they saw Song Ye stretch his arms and handed the clothes straight to Fu Tong'er, saying indifferently: "Since I admit my carelessness, Then you should wash the clothes for me, and there will be no need to apologize in the future."
What does it mean that there is no need to apologize in the future, and they evened each other. People originally didn't mean to actually compensate.
Fu Tong'er almost tilted her nose in anger, but tonight she had just received the approval of the Meng family, representing the face of the Meng family. Meng Ziheng stood in front of her, no matter how hard she could swallow, she would have to continue.
So she stretched out her hand, just about to avoid the wet spots, but she didn't want Song Ye to lift her arm, and her clothes fell on her chest with a huff, and those dripping beverages would touch her in the next second. On the priceless sky silk cheongsam.
"Ah, my clothes." Fu Tong'er exclaimed, and hurriedly took off the jacket, but the colorful fate could not be avoided on her chest.
"Sorry, my hands shook a bit." Song Ye said flatly, and also came with an accidental reason.
A report pays a report. She wets her back and Fu Tonger wets her chest. She doesn't know who is more embarrassed.
Fu Tong'er blushed, gritted his teeth and resisted not throwing the tattered jacket on the floor.
But she knows the overall situation and understands the general situation, which does not mean that the pig teammates will not come out to cheat.
"You ruined Tong'er's cheongsam, do you think it's over with just a casual apology?" At this time, the ladies behind him ran out again to brush up on their sense of existence, looking at Fu Tonger's pitifulness one by one, all with a sense of justice.
"She ruined my clothes, I accepted her apology, but now I can't change it to me? Or, let her change clothes and I will also wash her clean?" Song Ye was arguing, though his tone Not tough, but the momentum is not weak.
"Can that be the same? Your clothes are worth a lot of money, but Tong'er's clothes are silk, which is invaluable." Just now they tried to touch the cheongsam for fear of breaking it, but now they are ruined by a country boy. Can not be angry.
But what she said was obviously caught.
Fu Tonger's eyes drooped to see Song Ye's calm face, and his heart squatted, and immediately stopped the few people who had helped her. "Everyone is kind of anxious for me. Tong'er has taken care of me, but peace is still the most important thing. My clothes don't get in the way."
She tried to make ends meet, but the other party regarded it as a complacency, because Fu Tong'er was a famous little white flower in the circle, and she looked beautiful wherever she went. Both men and women would become her flower protectors. Messenger, so the truth she said at this time was naturally misinterpreted.
"Tong'er, don't be afraid. This is the Meng family. You are the home court. You will not be bullied." Several girls from the other side held her little hand and comforted them softly, turning their heads towards Song Ye, as if She became a tigress, "Tong'er just missed it for a while, did you treat her like this, did you have the grace? And, you soiled her cheongsam and thought it would be solved by a dry cleaning?" The
opponent's posture was aggressive , And the price of the silk cheongsam is also secretly shocking. For a while, everyone felt that Song Ye's approach was excessive.
But Song Ye's answer in the next second made people feel dumbfounded, "If you can't do it once, just dry clean twice." Then, she raised her eyes, and her eyebrows were sharp."Or, the scholars of your Meng family are also inferior. They think my clothes are cheap and it doesn't matter if they are ruined. And your clothes are expensive. So if I apologize on the same terms, I can't get equal dignity?"
This kind of dignity is never given by others. Only when one can think of oneself can he be so confident.
What about clothes for one dollar, or clothes for ten thousand dollars, after all, it has to be a rationale.
This antique group is no better than a stone gambling business who made a fortune halfway through, appraisal of antiques, and likes to collect. Most of them are scholarly, knowledgeable, and highly valued people. There is still a certain amount of right or wrong. Of discrimination.
They were shocked by the price of Celestial Silk just now, and they were also a connoisseur of goods. They couldn't help feeling distressed. Empathy was on Fu Tong'er's side, but now they were back after being confessed sharply by Song Ye. The taste is reasonable, and at the same time I think the Meng family is not authentic.
Relying on riches, exports are all stinky.
"Tong'er, how could you be so rude to others, so don't you hurry to apologize to others." At this time, Mr. Meng was late and finally stood up and said something fair.
Mencius Heng raised his head and glanced at the old man, and stood behind Song Ye with a blank face.
He saw the other party just now, but he hasn't seen him speak until now, obviously he is willing to help Fu Tong'er.
In the past, he was blindfolded and felt that the old man was fair and unselfish, but now he tasted it carefully and found that there were many loopholes.
"Yes, Grandpa, Tong'er is narrow-minded. Please don't blame Mr. Song. After I wash the clothes, I will deliver them to the house myself." Fu Tong'er stood in front of the people and obediently bent over to apologize to Song Ye. Retreat to advance and win everyone's favor.
Song Ye didn't continue to say, he glanced at her lightly, his eyes dim and unclear.
At the age of sixteen, she is so flexible and stretchable, no wonder Mencius can't beat her.
Everyone also gave face to Mr. Meng, and praised Fu Tong'er that he is a dreadful young man and a plastic talent.
After Grandpa Meng thanked everyone for their absurd praise, his eyes turned to Song Ye's body coldly, and when he saw her overly delicate and beautiful face, his brows wrinkled slightly, "Zi Heng, this is your roommate. Is it?"
As for Song Ye's identity, I believe that the Meng family has already investigated clearly, and Menziheng has not concealed it, "Yes, grandpa, Song Ye is my good friend." I
clicked on my good friend , and I heard it. The old man's brows are gathered again, meaning to point out: "It is a good thing for young people to make more friends, but it is better to have more mentors and friends. Tong'er has made great progress in calligraphy recently, and I will arrange for her to write one later. Words, come and appreciate it too." After speaking, the old man turned his head and left without even saying hello.
It was the first time that Mencius saw the old man so bluntly underestimating a person. He couldn't help but look a little ugly. He turned to Song Ye and apologized: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you take this trip into the muddy water." Originally, he wanted to make Song. Ye Lai was relieved, never expecting to encounter such unpleasant things.
Song Ye didn't care, shook his head, and said, "Sooner or later, it will be mixed." The Bai family's affairs were not resolved for a day, even if she was confused with the Meng family. Now that he has agreed to Mencius's constant seizure of power, Song Ye is even more unable to stay out of the matter.
While several people were talking, the banquet hall had already placed a desk and the Four Treasures in the middle of the banquet hall. The granddaughter-in-law of the Meng family was not from a prominent background, and now she has to show her a hand to deepen the impression.
Mencius also knew that the reason why the old man allowed himself to appreciate and comment in the past was nothing more than to create an appearance of harmony and affection for outsiders.
It's really hypocritical.
Mencius felt that after making friends with Song Ye, he had also contracted the other side's rebelliousness, and gradually became impatient and unacceptable for many things that had been patient before.
"Aside from Fu Tong'er's scheming, she would be a good mistress, don't you think about it?" Song Ye could see Fu Tong'er's love and dedication to Meng Ziheng, so she asked this question. Scheming is not a bad thing.
But Meng Ziheng's response was resolute and unhesitating, "I don't like her."
Yes, I didn't hate it before, and I don't like it now. In Mencius's view of feelings, the premise is to like it.
This made Song Ye a little surprised. He glanced at it slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Maybe her eyes were so bright that it made Mencius always remember what she had said without a word, her ears were red, "cough cough, what's the matter?"
Song Ye retracted his gaze, thought for a moment, and said quietly : "You must understand.
If you do n't like it, you have to like it first." If there is no comparison, there is no difference. Song Ye didn't have a comparison, so he didn't understand this kind of sentiment, and he was surprised when a modest gentleman like Meng Ziheng was also tempted.
But the speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.
Originally, Song Ye was just feeling that the boy had matured early and he was dull, but he didn't want to say a word, but it was like a thunderbolt in the blue sky that blew in Mencius' ears, causing him to stiffen in a moment, and he lost his rhythm with his heartbeat.
Bang Bang... He stared at the figure walking away in front of him blankly, his words kept circling in his mind.
To understand not to like, you must first like it.
He can say that he dislikes Fu Tong'er with such certainty, is it because he has someone he likes?
Like... He suddenly remembered that in the bedroom that night, the two of them held a paintbrush and painted a picture of red and blue. At that time, the boy still had the fragrance after the bath, and his eyes were as beautiful as the lake and mountains after the rain.
At this time, I heard that the Meng family's grandson-in-law was going to perform calligraphy, and everyone came together to watch the excitement.
After the farce just now, Fu Tong'er changed into a lake green cheongsam, made of the same sky silk material, which made people amazing and understood the extraordinary status of this child bride in the Meng family.
"Today, let the little girl show her ugliness in front of your uncles." Fu Tong'er stood full and without stage fright, a pair of water eyes gleaming on Mencius's body, full of infinite tenderness, "Brother Ziheng, I have to bother you. Help me see."
Everyone's teasing gaze made Mencius Heng a little irritated, and he subconsciously wanted to see Song Ye's reaction, but seeing the latter's expression as usual and quite interested, his heart felt empty again, and he couldn't tell. Is it disappointment or something else.
However, Elder Meng had already ordered him, and Mencius had to stand up if he didn't want to. The golden boy and the jade girl paired up, and there was a burst of praise.
Just before the performance started, there were a few wild laughs outside the banquet hall, "Haha, Mr. Meng, it is so lively today, you actually left my Bai family down, you are not kind."These few laughs came in abruptly as if they were about to tear the harmony of the banquet.
Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw the mighty group of men in white robes coming in at the gate, and their hearts couldn't help but burst.
The comer is not good.
Even after leaving the line of Yaoshi, the Bai family still likes to wear white robes to show others, as if they had advertised their trademarks, for fear that others would not know that they were swaggering.
According to the information that Song Ye learned, this group of people who broke into the antique world and stirred up trouble was a sideline of the Bai family. It was regarded as the second relatively large force after Bai Dechang. At that time, Song Ye bought the property of the Bai family. Competing with each other for a while, the result was a huge disparity in strength, and the opponent couldn't get the slightest benefit, so he moved to the antique world.
It can be said that this collateral line was forced away by Song Ye, and as a result, he bit the Meng family after turning his head, and it harmed Meng Ziheng.
"Haha, come uninvited, Mr. Meng wouldn't mind? If you mind, Bai will turn around and leave immediately." The head of the Patriarch Bai Hua's gray hair is well maintained, and the sound is like a Hongzhong. The bold arena atmosphere. However, according to Song Ye's information, when this person was in the medicine stone circle, he had conspired against many people because of the raw materials of medicine stone.
Although the old man Meng said that his face turned green when he saw the Bai family, he raised his smiling face in an instant, greeted him friendly, and took the other's big hand. Heng made an introduction. Mr. Bai was willing to come, and it was naturally an honor." The
two of you came and played Tai Chi. After a while, I came to the table and saw the four treasures of the study.
"Oh, this is for the girl to write. I heard that Master Meng Xiao's calligraphy is good, but I didn't expect that even the girl is so good." Bai Hua deliberately pretended not to know Fu Tong'er and exaggeratedly laughed.
"This is my granddaughter-in-law, Fu Tong'er, who I just made, and today I will show my ugliness to your uncles. By the way, I will give you some pointers." Old man Meng smiled and had to introduce it again.
"Oh, this is the child bride in the legend of the Meng family." Bai Hua pretended to suddenly realize that he bluntly stated the three words child bride and wife. Now, no matter how good the temperament of Mr. Meng is, he will explode. I don't like this statement, especially the big family like the Meng family.
But before he sprayed it back, Bai Hua said faintly: "Since I am writing calligraphy, it happens that there is a kid on my side who can write well with a brush, so I asked him to go up and write a pair of couplets as a celebration of Meng. Good things for the young boy
are coming. Old man Meng shouldn't mind, right?" Old man Meng gritted his teeth and saw that the other party was clearly prepared, suddenly feeling a little nervous.
The experience of several confrontations tells him that this Bai Hua is a stigmatized item, which really makes people play, and it will cause accidents to be uneven.
"This is really bad. I just arranged a chance for two younger generations. Mr. Bai will arrange to go up personally. The young man may not agree." Old man Meng kicked the shoes to Meng Ziheng.
"Haha, what's that? Young people like gifts the most." Bai Hua is also a faceless figure, bypassing the old man Meng, walked straight to Fu Tong'er and Men Ziheng, laughed loudly: "How about it, Meng Little boy, let my grandchildren come up and write a congratulatory message, and will never interfere with your young couple. Of course, I will not suppress the limelight of your little fiancée." When Mr.
Meng reacts, he wants to stop it. At that time, Bai Hua's words were already blocked.
Mencius Heng had dealt with Bai Hua, and he naturally knew the other's virtues, and now he was a little unsure. Yu Guang swept towards Song Ye unconsciously. The latter seemed to be able to read his mind, but his eyes were cold in an instant. The ground nodded at him, indicating that he should play the game.
"Okay, thank you very much." Mencius Heng didn't even consider the consequences. He was bewildered by that glance, and just nodded.
"Haha, okay, it's better that Young Master Meng is happy, come, Wenbo, and come up to show your ugliness." As soon as Bai Hua's voice fell, he saw a small white robe coming out among the crowd, he was only ten years old. He looks arrogant at the age of two or three.
The two parties were writing on the same stage, and there was originally a hint of a test. Now the Bai family has sent a twelve-year-old child out, and it is clear that the Meng family is hitting the face.
"Here, the brother of the Bai family is still young, and Tong'er is not easy to receive gifts as an older sister, so let her sister write a pair for the younger brother of the Bai family." Fu Tong'er's reaction was extremely fast, and she was already bent over in a flash, very kind and gentle The ground said like a kid.
It really made her compare with a twelve-year-old child, no matter whether she wins or loses, she is not glorious.
It is a pity that the image of her good sister is not accepted by the child. The child raises his head and speaks arrogantly and bluntly, "You don't need to say so much, you must write when you say it is a gift. Don't be afraid of losing, I will let you. "The
second half of the sentence directly penetrated the essence of the game, but what the child said, no one can say that Bai Hua's bad intentions.
"Well, that's fine. My sister likes what the Bai family's brother writes." Fu Tong'er couldn't help but smiled awkwardly. Looking back to find Mencius for some comfort, she found that the other party was looking in other directions.
In that direction, Song Ye stood impressively.
Every time she sees that delicate and perfect face, Fu Tong'er always feels a sense of anxiety and crisis.
Now that she saw Mencius Heng's expression, she hated Song Ye even more.
The position of the hostess of the Meng family belongs to her, and Meng Ziheng also belongs to her. No one can take it away, so she must win and win beautifully.
After calming her mind, Fu Tong'er began to write and dip the ink, put the pen on the rice paper, and began to write with no distraction, every stroke, imitating Mencius's handwriting vividly. She has been standing next to him for more than ten years. The results obtained, but also enough confidence to defeat a fledgling child.
Even if Song Ye stood in the crowd, he could recognize Fu Tong'er's handwriting at a glance, and he couldn't help but shook his head secretly. It's no wonder Mencius didn't like her. According to his temperament, the person who didn't like independent thinking was the most disliked person, even The handwriting was imitated. No matter how beautiful Fu Tonger is, it is probably just a puppet in the eyes of Mencius Heng.
And in this world, besides hard work, there is talent.
As time passed bit by bit, the exclamations around him became more and more obvious, and it was obvious that Fu Tonger wanted to pay attention to the difficulties without being distracted.
As a result, when she looked sideways, the brush strokes on the children's desk were as sharp as a knife, which instantly made her panicked. When a dot of ink dripped under the pen, it was already a failure.
"Don't be distracted when you learn Chinese characters." Mencius Heng's faint voice came from behind, like an alarm bell, which instantly woken people up.Fu Tong'er's calligraphy was inherited from the old man of the Meng family. It can be said that after being picked up back to the Meng family, she followed Meng Ziheng to study. Later, because of her love for Meng Ziheng, the fonts approached Meng Ziheng intentionally or unconsciously.
For ten years, she practiced calligraphy for ten years, in order to present to everyone at this moment, her strength is enough to bear the identity of the mistress of the Meng family.
Without comparison, it is not easy to be able to write such calligraphy at the age of sixteen, and the abacus of the old man of the Meng family will come to an end.
But who would have thought that the children killed in the Bai family would have acquired a powerful and powerful font, and they were all natural and talented. Everyone in the room could see clearly, the level of the two sides, the good and the bad.
Mencius frowned and looked at Fu Tong'er's blunt and unstructured writing, he had to sigh lightly, and stretched out his hand to hold down the tip of her pen, "The heart is no longer quiet, and writing it down is in vain."
If she is not distracted, it is not so heavy. For his gains and losses, perhaps he can compete with each other, and each product has its own merits, but the bad thing is that Fu Tong'er is too arrogant and value this fame and fortune too much. What Mencius didn't like was precisely her.
Fu Tong'er stared blankly at the big palms she held in her hands, the warm body temperature, and the ambiguous posture, originally supposed to be a harmonious scene of piano and piano, but the unfinished pen and ink under the paper was too dazzling, making her look up in panic, as if she could The sarcasm of everyone's eyes was caught.
Humiliation, unwillingness, and all kinds of complex emotions filled her heart, making her eyes blush instantly.
"Haha, I am embarrassed to come up with such ostentatious words. If it is really a competition, you are not qualified to be on the same stage with me." Bai Wenbo's small voice was loud and he only glanced at the two rice papers and immediately judged.
Although all the people present can see victory or defeat, they dare not expose it in public like a child.
But because they are children and talented, everyone can only say that they are arrogant and cannot accuse them.
I have to say that the Bai family played a good game, and the Meng family has no way out.
"Practicing Chinese characters is only a matter of meditation and self-cultivation. It is not necessarily a good thing to pay too much attention to winning or losing." The Meng family was beaten in public. As the eldest son of the Meng family, Meng Ziheng would naturally not stand idly by. He was the number one talent in the scholarly family for nearly a century. The tallest person has the most weight to say, and it is more appropriate to teach this mad junior than Elder Meng.
"You are the genius Mencius Heng?" Bai Wenbo's immature voice was full of arrogance. After confirming the identity of Mencius Heng, with a small chest, he said directly: "I want to compare and see who writes better. Don't think that I was underestimated when I was young. If you don't agree, you will be a narrow-sighted person."
Bai Wenbo pressed on every step of the way, and his words were even more merciless. Even now, some people have recalled. Here, he secretly took a look at Bai Hua, who was silent on the side, and saw the smile on the opposite side, which suddenly realized in his heart.
This child was afraid of being used as a gunman, and Bai Hua was still the mastermind behind it.
Mencius just announced that he had put down the rumors and used engagement to cover up the scandal. The Bai family came to make trouble and made it clear that they wanted to suppress Mencius, thereby suppressing the Meng family behind him.
The so-called prosperous every time, every loss will lose.
Mencius frowned and looked at Xiao Fudian in front of him, his expression unhappy, and did not immediately say yes. Because whether he wins or loses, he has no advantage.
"Hehe, Fu Tonger is not qualified to compete with you, but you may not be qualified to let Mencius Heng take the shot." A cold voice came from the crowd with a smile.
Everyone was startled, looking for the reputation, they saw a white figure walking slowly back from the crowd, that exquisite face shone under the crystal light, shaking people's minds.
Song Ye.
Mencius's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth suddenly burst into light with a smile.
Bai Hua was also attracted by this good look. After a long time, he reacted, but his eyes narrowed slightly, "Where is the handsome man, I see that I am familiar with Young Master Meng."
His words fell off. , Mr. Meng's face brushed and he pulled it off.
Song Ye's presence at this time didn't win his favor, because that face would make the rumors that were just clarified once again rise.
Sure enough, as soon as Bai Hua's words came out, the people present immediately started talking.
"Hey, it's a friend of Meng Xiao's young master, do you think that kind of relationship?"
"It's hard to tell, how can things without shadows spread so clearly? This young Meng Xiao did not meet women when he was young. Maybe it's self-cleaning, maybe it's true that I should have responded to the rumors."
...
Song Ye received such gossips in twos and threes, her face was calm, and she responded generously: "I am a classmate of Ziheng, and I am fortunate to be under his guidance. , I have studied calligraphy for two months. I just saw that everyone was showing it, a little tricky, I don't know if this test can count me."
Hearing this, let alone the Bai family, even Fu Tong'er and Mr. Meng were both stunned. After a moment of stunned, a suspicious expression passed over Song Ye's face.
Bai Wenbo's focus is different. The children don't pay much attention to appearance. "Are you Mencius Heng's apprentice?"
Song Ye slumped his face solemnly, "That's it."
Mencius twitched his eyes, he didn't remember what he was. At that time, I taught Song Ye calligraphy, and I also had the feeling of master and apprentice.
"Okay, I'll compare with you. If I beat you, Mencius will have to compete with me." Bai Wenbo didn't hesitate, just as it was to clear the game. His ultimate goal is still Mencius.
Song Ye was noncommittal about such conditions, walked to the desk, and Fu Tonger, who was there, spit out two words, "Excuse me."
Fu Tonger stiffened, and she subconsciously looked at Meng Ziheng beside her. She hadn't beaten Bai Wenbo. Is it true that Song Ye, who has only two months of experience, should be embarrassed here?
But Mencius Heng stayed still, so he stood quietly behind Song Ye, like a silent Cangsong, escorting the people in front of him.
Fu Tong'er was unwilling to blast Song Ye down on this occasion.
When the rice paper was re-layed, Meng Ziheng personally chose a brush for Song Ye, but the latter chose a big wolf hair by himself. The former was startled, "Your writing is in Liu style, and it is not suitable for a brush that is too thick. ." And it's still such a big wolf.
Song Ye was the old god, and said quietly, "Then change the font."
What? Mencius was taken aback, and then there was a surprise, "What else do you have?"
Song Ye nodded, and the wolf's pen dipped the ink widely in the inkstone, and some ink dots splashed out and looked unsightly.
"Tsk, I've spoiled good things in vain." Seeing this wild behavior, the literati who were present felt that they were vulgar.Most people who learn Chinese calligraphy love cleanliness and pay attention to order and neatness. The Four Treasures of the Study are even more valued and cherished by literati.
Song Ye's rude technique was directly sentenced to death by the literati present.
In fact, it's right to think about it. Calligraphy is a skill that can only be accumulated over many years. Song Ye has only studied for two months under the hands of Mencius Heng. I am afraid that he can't even polish ink. It seems that this test is also a temporary mood of a young man, and it cannot be true.
Thinking about it this way, everyone present had a much lower expectation of this competition, and they were a little inattentive.
But when Song Yelang flicked his pen, when the first pen went down, someone on the court suddenly exclaimed, "Look at it."
Waking up by this sound, everyone looked at the same time, and their eyes fell on the young slender. On Hao's wrist, seeing the white and black letters spreading out slowly under her hand, he couldn't help but gasped.
"This is..." Even the Mencius beside him couldn't help but exclaimed, his eyes burning, and he didn't dare to miss every pause and outline of the wolf's pen.
The young man wore a long-sleeved T-shirt with a straight back, slender wrists but faintly with vigorous strength. The wolf pen was held in his hand and opened and closed wildly, which made people ignore what was not a formal dress. , As if seeing the madness of the drunk fairy, the beauty of splashing ink.
And as the boy's wrist flipped, the strokes of the handwriting gradually appeared under his hand. The words were wild and changeable, and the stipples continued to form pieces, like a water dragon wandering freely, and like a crane flying high in the forest, seemingly random. There is no rules, but there is a momentum spraying out of the paper, making the listener feel shocked and trembling.
Yes, this is crazy grass.
Until the undulating brushstroke made the final strokes, the young man took a flick of his fingertips and threw the wolf's hair on the inkstone. The ink dots flew and splashed on the rice paper, which contrasted with the full of crazy handwriting. More recklessly chic.
No one dared to say that Song Ye didn't cherish inkstone and behaved vulgarly. In their opinion, this was the highest artistic conception of Crazy Grass.
"Good words, what a peerless mad grass!" Despite anyone's comments, everyone present couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise. They walked around in twos and threes, admiring the mad grass writing on the desktop.
Although the fonts used for calligraphy study have their own merits, and a hundred flowers bloom, after thousands of years of changes, there are fewer and fewer people who practice mad cursive fonts on calligraphy brush characters, and those who can achieve such excellence are even rarer.
Therefore, Song Ye's calligraphy is completely rare and precious, and there is no scum left in the next door.
At this time, even Old Man Meng couldn't help coming over, looking left and right, and after tasting, he nodded his head with satisfaction and affirmation, "Yes, yes, it's true that young people can have this kind of writing skills now. It's rare, and it's self-contained, saying that everyone shouldn't be overwhelmed. Ziheng, if your classmate is interested, you can invite you to sit at home. There are many cursive copybooks in the study. Helped."
Although the old man has a deep mind and has some uncompromising means for the family's foundation, he is also a person who cherishes his talents and loves talents. He does not actually reject the talented younger generations.
With Father Meng's personal confirmation, even if the Bai family wanted to argue, they couldn't find a reason.
However, the kid Bai Wenbo was dissatisfied and was very unconvinced. After carefully looking at the crazy grass on the table next door, his voice insisted: "Impossible! Your crazy grass is absolutely impossible to write in two months. It comes out."
Although he admitted that he had lost, he couldn't accept the statement that he lost to two months and started. Although he is talented, he can work hard in calligraphy, but he has suffered no less than others, so he is sure that Song Ye's crazy grass has more than two months of skills.
Children are more real, but how can other people fail to see it? After thinking about it this way, they all looked at Song Ye, looking for an exact answer.
"Looking at you, what good do I have." Song Ye stood at the desk, only glanced at it, and then added, "I can only say that famous teachers make
good students ." "You... liar!" Bai Wenbo A small face flushed with anger, and finally roared, and couldn't help being wronged anymore, and ran out with his hand.
Song Ye's mouth twitched. This kind of stinky child should be frustrated so as not to grow more crooked afterwards.
Of course, Aunt Song didn't feel any guilt at all for bullying her children.
Bai Hua glanced at Song Ye deeply, the expression in his eyes was a little unpredictable.
Song Ye kept saying that he was Mencius Heng's apprentice, but he was wearing a high hat to Mencius, so that he could not directly trouble the Meng family. But today, he specifically inquired and made plans to disrupt the situation, but in the end he was beaten in the face.
One of the unexpected changes was this little-known boy.
Song Ye naturally felt Bai Hua's gaze, but she didn't hurt her muscles at the moment. She didn't bother to pay attention to the other party. She temporarily helped the Meng family suppress the other party at the banquet, and she had to wait and see for future good shows.
"It's really a hero who was born a boy. We were blind-sighted just now, this little friend, we apologize to you." In the crowd, these literati were ashamed of their own self-salvation and stood up generously. apologize. Everyone speaks the words as they are, and someone who has such a mastery in calligraphy will definitely not be a nonchalant person.
Fu Tong'er watched the scene from the side and the wind was leaning to one side. The place that should have belonged to her became the home of the teenager. All the words of praise fell on Song Ye. Instead, she, the most noticeable protagonist, was crowded into the corner. Indifferent.
At this moment, her sense of crisis was stronger than ever.
She also really felt that whether Song Ye was a man or a woman, this person was her number one rival.
Song Ye and Mencius took advantage of the fact that everyone was appreciating the crazy grass, so they retreated on their own.
Wang Qianqian jumped up and down, clasped her hands together, her eyes were staring, and she was worshiping, "Song Ye, whenever I think you are omnipotent, you can always refresh the upper limit for me. Oh, you are simply my idol. "
This time even Fang Ye was a little admired, pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "If you know golf, I really hope you can come to my house for a tour this weekend." In view of the abilities that Song Ye has demonstrated in each of these times All approaching perfect performance, Fang Ye really wants to find talents for his own industry in time.
Le Mingyu snorted slightly, some of them dismissed these people's doglegs, twisted their heads, and just looked at the door, but their eyes stopped.