Zhong Yue got into a glass of white wine and slept until dawn. He didn't eat anything last night. After waking up, his stomach was so hungry that he was already screaming. His head was a little drowsy. He saw a few coarse grain steamed buns on the bedside table, and he didn't care about washing his face before brushing his teeth and washing his face. He ate a few bites before filling his stomach.

"Where is this..." Zhong Yue tried hard to recall what happened yesterday. Drinking alcohol was really a delay, and it was all gone.

Zhong Yue walked out of the guest room and saw some familiar decorations. He slowly remembered it. Yesterday, he seemed to follow Huang Youwei to a farm in the suburbs of Shanghai, and then drank with Huang Sanjia, and then... it was gone.

He walked downstairs and saw Chao Chunyang sitting on a chair drinking tea, so he walked over and said, "Old Master Chao."

"Awakened?"

Zhong Yue looked around and said, "Where is the third master and Youwei?"

"They went to see a doctor early in the morning. You don't know the traffic in Shanghai. When it's morning rush hour, you'll want to drive into the city, and you'll be blocked on the viaduct."

Zhong Yue nodded and recalled what Huang Sanjia said yesterday, and felt that it was not easy for her to live in the world when she was playing the piano in the corner of the wall.

"I'm sorry, my husband yesterday."

"No trouble. There are no people in the farm. I used to be a farm stay. I thought the people in the city were too ignorant and had low quality, so I didn't do it. I wanted to be quiet, by the way, I said I wanted to show my skills before, but now I have time?"

"Do you have paper and pen here?" Zhong Yue was planning to go back. Huang Sanjia had left, and he felt embarrassed to stay here. However, Chao Chunyang said so, so Zhong Yue had to show his skills first.

He stood up at Chunyang, pointed to the room next door and said, "It's in the study. I like to write and draw on weekdays. Haven't you eaten breakfast yet?"

"I ate some coarse grain steamed buns on the bedside table."

"You are not picky about food. I thought you would wake up in the middle of the night and put it on for you to fill your stomach, but it turned out to be breakfast." Chao Chunyang laughed.

Zhong Yue didn't care. When he was living alone at the foot of Xiaohe Mountain, he used the cold rice the day before to cook rice. Now this little cold steamed bun is nothing. He followed him into the study and saw rice paper thrown everywhere from east to west. He smiled without realizing it. He seemed to be a casual calligraphy and painting enthusiast.

Zhong Yue usually practices calligraphy at home, but he doesn't pay attention to these. Sometimes the ink marks written by the rice paper have not dried up, so he just sticks on the ground and doesn't clean it up. After waiting for a long time, he will look like this. If he is a Virgo and a virginity obsessed person, he will definitely be unable to help cleaning up.

"It seems that you like Han Li." Zhong Yue glanced over. Whether it was pure official script or some running script, Chao Chunyang's font style was flat and had a strong official script style.

In this open era, there has been no strict rules for the font style. The so-called good and bad depend on personal writing skills. Zhong Yue could see that Chao Chunyang's characters are thick and powerful, and he is a veteran who has been practicing calligraphy for decades.

"After writing for a long time, I naturally go back to the styles of the Han, Wei and Jin Dynasties. Who has gone back to the more I write?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Why is it gone? Wang Ge and the modern old Mr. Qi, don't they all take the path of simplifying the complexity?"

He shook his head at Chunyang, "This simplicity is not enough. The one you said, the calligraphy accomplishment, to be honest, is not as outstanding as his appreciation of the achievements above. Focusing on the uniform and unity of strokes, is this simplicity? It's too underestimated to read calligraphy. Wait, how come you go far? I want you to show off your skills, not to comment on others."

Zhong Yue smiled, picked up his pen, thinking that he had made some progress in copying the Lanting Collection today, so he wrote: "A farm stay in the mountains and fields."

The brushwork of Wang Xun's running script is characterized by his handsome style and gracefulness. This is also the basic appearance of the calligraphy style of the Wang family in Langya.

"Do you run a regular script? I remember you are good at lacquer script? Maybe there are small regular scripts, so why did you think of some running a regular script?"

Zhong Yue put his pen aside, looked at the five words he wrote in front of him, which was also remarkable, and said, "I have been studying Wang Xun's copybook recently, and I want to learn from hundreds of schools of thought and learn from others' strengths."

He nodded to Chunyang and said, "There are various changes in running scripts, and there is no need to reverse the tip or stop the pen. Just now, you have a good look at your writing. This is not very smooth and smooth. This is a common problem for those who write running scripts in history. If you write it in a clever way, you will reach the pinnacle. If you cannot achieve a certain degree of fluency and rationality, then you will fall into the inferior."

"You are right." In fact, Wang Xun mentioned this many times in the brushwork system. There are fewer rules in running regular script, but less rules, but more accurate and flexible.

Just like gymnastics, regular script is some basic movements. The standard for judging lies in the standard of movements, while running script is free gymnastics. The scores and artistic lies entirely in the difference in expression.

There is no fixed pattern in running script when the stroke order changes and the number of strokes, so it is important to have a smooth and simple statement, but it is difficult to practice. Anyone who has practiced running script knows it.

A curse suddenly came from outside the farm.

"What a shitty miracle doctor, holding a stance and having to make an appointment six months in advance, it's a joke."

Zhong Yue and Chao Chunyang Chao walked out of the study room and saw Huang Sanjia looking ugly, sitting on the sofa and talking to themselves. Huang Youwei had no expression on her face, holding a book and looking at it bored.

"San Master, what's wrong?"

"I went to see a doctor, but I didn't see the doctor's face. I was stopped outside the clinic by seven or eight assistants, saying that I wanted to see a doctor and had to queue up. When I asked, this person saw three patients every day. I wanted to wait. At most, I stayed in Shanghai for a few more days. But after I finished registering, I found out that it would take half a year to see it. Tell me, the current medical environment is half a year? If I encounter an emergency medical treatment, can I still wait?"

Zhong Yue frowned, "Clinic? Why did Master San remember to go to the clinic for medical treatment? It would be better not to go to such an irregular place."

Huang Youwei continued to look at the book in her hand and said nothing.

"If I don't have a reputation, I will not come here. He is the most powerful miracle doctor in the East China folklore."

He put down the porcelain cup towards Chunyang and said in a daze: "Zhang Heping?"

"kindness."

"No wonder." Chao Chunyang picked up the thermos bottle and added tea to himself.

Zhong Yue had never heard of this old Chinese doctor named Zhang Heping, and asked curiously: "What's wrong? Is he very famous?"

He took a sip of hot tea at Chunyang, "Ha, he said something, it's quite famous."

"Only three people a day, life and death are destined to leave, the King of Hell named him. If he goes to pull him, he will live a life."

Zhong Yue was stunned and a noun appeared.

Old charlatan!
Chapter completed!