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Ye Jinghong thought about it for a moment, and then an idea came up, and he said to Ye Fan: "Xiao Fan, with a little bit of practice, your talent, not to mention how successful you are, at least you can become famous in the calligraphy world."

"So, why don't you go back to the countryside with your grandfather and practice calligraphy hard?"

"I" Ye Fan hesitated to speak.

My family knows my own affairs, and his skill is rewarded for signing in, so what kind of genius is he?

"Oh, forget it, seeing you like this, you don't want to. Since this is the case, I can't force it."

Ye Jinghong sighed deeply.

Although he was full of regrets, he still respected his grandson's wishes, and it was impossible to force such a thing.

If you force it, it will only ruin this talent.

However, if you don't go back to the countryside with him to practice hard, it doesn't mean that Ye Fan's calligraphy will be ruined.

"Xiaofan, talent is a gift from God, but it depends on you how far you can go."

"Your current calligraphy is comparable to that of an old man like me, but this is not a reason for stagnation."

"At your age, there is still a lot of room for development in the future, so you must stick to calligraphy."

"Okay, I know Grandpa."

What Ye Jinghong said is correct. As the saying goes, one day is worth a hundred days. Calligraphy is especially about practice and hard work.

If you don't practice hard, even a well-known calligrapher like Ye Jinghong will lose his strength.

Moreover, Ye Fan feels that his level has not reached the best state.

This is most likely because he was writing brush calligraphy for the first time.

Although I have gained a lot of experience, memory, and even empathy-like touch.

But it is still difficult to call this thing your own until you have mastered it.

If the true strength of the calligraphy master is brought into play, I don't know how my grandfather will react.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan laughed in his heart.

"By the way, dear grandson, write a few more copybooks."

Ye Jinghong said to Ye Fan as if he had thought of something.

"Write a few more? Are you also writing four characters?"

Although I don't know why the old man asked him to write more, but he did what he could, so he acquiesced.

I just don't know what form the old man wants him to write.

"Well, if you don't write a few words, write a poem directly, and write a longer poem."

Ye Jinghong thought for a while and said.

"it is good."

Ye Fan responded and started writing.

"Facing Jieshi in the east, you can see the sea"

This poem is Cao Cao's view of the sea, and the length is not bad.

This poem is also Ye Fan's favorite, it is very atmospheric and has a sense of imagery.

"Haha, Xiaofan's majestic calligraphy is very suitable for Cao Cao's poem, not bad."

Ye Jinghong saw his grandson's calligraphy, and unconsciously said words of praise.

When calligraphy has reached a certain level, writing a piece of calligraphy is all physical work, because it gathers energy and spirit, and it is written with all the strength of the whole body.

But for Ye Fan's physique, it doesn't matter much.

Seeing that Ye Fan finished writing, Ye Jinghong took the copybook and put it in another place to wait for it to dry.

Then he said: "Grand grandson, do you want to take a break and write again?"

In fact, this is also the expression of Ye Jinghong's concern for his grandson.

Although writing calligraphy consumes physical strength, for young people, it is not a big deal to write a dozen or twenty copies.

"Haha, don't rest, what a big deal."

Ye Fan smiled casually, and continued writing.

This time I wrote about Li Bai's difficult road to Shu.

Li Bai is also one of Ye Fan's favorite poets. He liked his poems very much when he was a child, and often marveled at the fairy spirit and charm of this poet.

After writing a total of five copybooks for Ye Jinghong, Ye Jinghong asked Ye Fan to stop.

Hearing Ye Jinghong yell to stop, Ye Fan still wanted to continue writing.

Because of this thing, the more you write, the better.

Ye Fan guessed that this might have something to do with proficiency.

Because Ye Fan had only inherited a few successes of the calligraphy master before, and had not fully exerted it yet.

In the process of writing, it is natural that the more you write, the smoother you will be. The more proficient you are in writing, the more you will naturally master it.

He himself can feel the improvement of calligraphy strength.

But there is no rush for this kind of thing, there will be opportunities in the future.

Ye Jinghong took the fifth copybook written by Ye Fan and nodded in satisfaction.

If he hadn't grown a beard, he might have had to touch his beard a few times.

At this moment, he was overjoyed, and wanted to take the five copybooks back and show that old bastard Liu Jing, which would probably make him see straight.

Then when the old man Liu Jing asked him which famous artist it was, he told the old man that it was his grandson's handwriting.

It is estimated that the old guy's jaw would drop to the ground after hearing it.

Tell you to like to show off your grandson, as far as your grandson's calligraphy is concerned, you are not even worthy of carrying my grandson's shoes.

Thinking of this, Ye Jinghong only felt secretly refreshed.