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He was naturally very happy to be taught by Ye Jinghong.

"Well, to be able to write such powerful characters at such an age, it's no wonder that he won No.1 in the Modu Calligraphy Competition.

"Although it is still a little childish, the style and characteristics have become a little more cohesive."

Hearing his old friend's words, Liu Jing couldn't help squinting his eyes, very proud and happy.

It is rarer to get this guy's praise than Zhang Zhixin's.

"It's just that it's a pity!"

Looking at the copybook, Ye Jinghong sighed slowly, expressing regret in his words.

"What's the pity? Lao Ye, you have something to talk about. Don't stop talking halfway through the talk. It's just a tantalizing thing."

Liu Jing glanced at Ye Jinghong with some dissatisfaction.

"Father, like son."

"My pity is that your grandson cares too much about your grandpa's style of writing, so he somewhat suppresses his own style of writing, resulting in the overall writing feeling a little stiff."

"Hard feeling?"

Liu Jing murmured, then quickly took the copybook written by his grandson from his old friend, and looked at it carefully.

After a while, he said: "Indeed, indeed, it's just that I, a grandfather, ignored it."

Love the house and the black, which caused Liu Jing's insensitivity to this point.

The most important thing to practice calligraphy is the bones and charm of the characters.

As for the blunt second, it is indeed like a formidable enemy.

Stubbornness generally means imitation, without own opinions and attitudes.

But it happened that Liu Anfeng had his own attitude, but because he cared too much about his grandfather's calligraphy style, it caused him to appear inappropriate.

It would be fine if Liu Anfeng could combine the two into one, or get rid of the bad.

But Liu Anfeng's handwriting has already become somewhat stereotyped, and it is difficult to change it.

"Is this a serious problem?"

Liu Anfeng took the rice paper from his grandfather, and carefully looked at the words he wrote, but he didn't feel anything wrong.

But these two well-known old men in the calligraphy world both showed a serious and distressed look, which made Liu Anfeng somewhat aware of the seriousness of the matter.

Ye Jinghong sighed and said, "It's not difficult to say, and it's not easy to say, the key lies in whether you can figure it out in the future, or even if it's a bit mysterious, it's a matter of epiphany."

"Huh?" Liu Anfeng was only a third-year student after all, and suddenly he was at a loss.

At this time, Ye Fan said: "An Feng, do you really admire your grandfather since you were young?"

"Sure." Liu Anfeng looked at Ye Fan puzzled.

Ye Fan smiled, stood up, walked to Liu Anfeng's side, pointed to one of the words written by him and said:

"Through the observation just now, I probably know the writing style of your grandpa and grandson."

"Mr. Liu's writing style is majestic and bold, but An Feng's writing style should be graceful and graceful."

"But look to the left of your word"

Ye Fan continued to explain in detail, and Liu Jing's eyes flashed inexplicably.

He whispered to his old friend: "Your grandson also knows calligraphy?"

Ye Jinghong narrowed his eyes and said with a chuckle: "Isn't this obvious?"

"As far as Xiaofan's level is concerned, any one of us would not be able to speak so well and in such detail. It's like showing your grandson with a microscope!"

Hearing this, Liu Jing caught a glimpse of the ink-stained rice paper in his old friend's hand.

Asked again in a low voice: "Is this Lingsun's handwriting? Can you let me see it?"

Ye Jinghong smiled triumphantly: "Look, but I have to remind you in advance, even if you are surprised later, you have to control your volume."

Ye Jinghong glanced at Liu Anfeng and Ye Fan, Liu Jing naturally understood and nodded immediately.

Although the old friend had been vaccinated beforehand.

But when he actually saw the handwriting on this copybook, Liu Jing was still surprised.

"How could this be written by Xiaofan? Without decades of skill, how could it be possible to write such good characters?"

Because he deliberately lowered his voice, Liu Jing's face was flushed at this time, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

He even suspected that Ye Jinghong was telling lies on purpose to tease him.

It's so unrealistic!

Even if Ye Jinghong said that he wrote the word himself, Liu Jing still believed it, even though the style of writing was different from Ye Jinghong's.

It can be said that Ye Fan wrote this is too outrageous!

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Although he somewhat understood his friend's thoughts, Ye Jinghong was still very unhappy.

With a tiger face, he said: "Impossible? Why is it impossible!"

"Just allow your grandson to win No.1 in the Modu Calligraphy Competition, and not allow my grandson to write such good characters?"

"This is different." Liu Jing explained, "The nature of the two is different."

"You also know that the maximum age of the contestants in the Modu Calligraphy Competition cannot exceed 40 years old. Even if Ah Feng won the first place in the competition, it is still within a certain range."

"A reasonable range."

"But you said that the copybook in your hand was actually written by Xiaofan, but with this strength, muscles, and charm, it is not an exaggeration to say that it was written by any master."

Ye Jinghong snorted coldly: "Look, how prescient I was before."

"I thought you wouldn't believe me, Old Liu, that's why I brought Xiaofan here specially. Today I will let you see what a genius is."

The two old men were chatting with each other there.

On the other hand, Ye Fan did explain carefully to Liu Anfeng, and Liu Anfeng listened with fascination.