ALL NOVEL Chapter 294: On-site writing, integration
Seeing everyone coming this way, Ye Ping looked at Xiao Han sheepishly.
He was just too excited and spoke too loudly, which attracted everyone.
Xiao Han smiled at Ye Ping nonchalantly and didn't take it seriously.
He was not familiar with this new home and originally wanted to ask Dad Xiao to take him to the study.
Okay, then write a picture on the spot for them to see.
This is the most powerful way to prove it.
Thinking about it, Xiao Han stepped forward to greet him.
"Xiaohan, do you want to write?"
Father Xiao looked at Xiao Han standing in front of him, with expectation and a hint of worry in his eyes.
Of course he hoped that it was written by Xiao Han, but he was also afraid that there would be lies in it and that he would expose the secret.
"Well, I want to write a calligraphy for my third uncle. Dad, where is our study room?"
Xiao Han nodded affirmatively and looked at Dad Xiao.
After taking a deep look at Xiao Han, Xiao's father led the way.
The group followed him to the study.
Opening the door, a scent mixed with the scent of paper and ink hits your face.
Everyone unconsciously took a deep breath, enjoying the very comfortable aroma.
"Come in, this is the study room. There are some things I usually write in it."
With that said, Dad Xiao opened the door and called everyone in.
This study is a bit big and looks more like an exhibition room.
The four walls and the bookshelf in the middle are covered with various calligraphy works.
All styles, all sizes, everything.
If you look carefully, all the signatures are Father Xiao's name.
"Good words~"
"The pen is strong and powerful~"
Seeing Dad Xiao standing aside with expectant looks, everyone started to praise him.
As a senior calligraphy enthusiast, of course I hope that my works can be recognized by others.
Father Xiao was smiling and his eyes were slightly narrowed.
To be honest, his calligraphy is really good and has reached an advanced level.
I deserve this praise.
"Okay, don't flatter me, I still know how capable you are. Xiaohan, the desk is over here, come with me."
Father Xiao waved his hand and motioned for Xiao Han to follow him inside.
There is a long table next to the window, with rice paper and pens, inks, paper and inkstones neatly placed on it.
Writing brushes of various sizes hang in a long row.
Regardless of the level, the hardware is indeed in place.
Seeing these fine utensils, Xiao Han was so happy that he couldn't help but feel a little itchy.
"Third uncle, what kind of picture do you want? What kind of content and font do you like?"
Xiao Han rolled up his sleeves and looked back at Ye Ping.
"Anything is fine, just write on the one you just gave to your dad."
Ye Ping said and came forward.
He just likes the energy of cursive writing, which is wild and unrestrained.
"Okay, then I will write another one for you called "Ding Feng Bo"."
With that said, Xiao Han calmly took the rice paper and spread it on the table.
"I'll grind the ink for you~"
Lin Qingluo took the initiative to stand on Xiao Han's right side, picked up the ink stick and began to grind it.
She wanted to face it with Xiao Han.
Seeing Xiao Han starting to prepare, Xiao's father walked to both sides with his relatives, all keeping silent for fear of disturbing him.
At this time, Xiao Han closed his eyes tightly and stood quietly in front of the case.
He relaxed all over and gently moved his right hand to adjust his condition.
"The ink is ready~"
Lin Qingluo reminded softly from the side.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Han opened his eyes and reached out to pick up the selected brush.
After soaking in the ink, start to spread it freely on the rice paper.
After the preparation and adjustment just now, it is obvious that he has a plan in mind.
Next, the brush seemed to come alive in his hands, twisting and turning, making it dizzying to watch.
When Xiao Han started writing, Xiao's father's eyes widened.
As a senior calligraphy player, he could see that Xiao Han was not simple from the first stroke.
The little doubt in my heart also disappeared.
It was written by Xiao Han, and his calligraphy level has really reached this level.
Even if he is not a master, there is only a thin line between him and a master.
The relatives who were watching looked at each other in shock.
Those who did not believe in evil rubbed their eyes vigorously and made sure again and again that the person standing in front of the case was Xiao Han himself.
Now it’s okay if they don’t believe it. This was written on the spot and there is no fraud at all.
Looking at the work that was gradually taking shape, Ye Ping's face was filled with uncontrollable excitement.
This is his, this work belongs to him.
Ye Tian, Xiao Donger and other younger generations standing in the back row looked at Xiao Han with admiration.
So cool~
His operation stood directly in the sky.
Come to think of it, even in the past many years, everyone here would talk about today's scene with great enthusiasm.
Before signing the case, after writing the final signature, Xiao Han took a long breath and took a step back with the brush in hand.
Looking at the latest work, he nodded with satisfaction.
Compared with before, there has been slight progress.
And the artistic conception is also different.
This time, I feel a little more energetic and confident.
Seeing that Xiao Han had finished, Dad Xiao and Ye Ping took the lead in stepping forward.
Looking at the ink that has not yet dried, I sighed repeatedly.
"Good calligraphy, really well written~"
Although they are both written in "Ding Feng Bo", the details and artistic conception are different.
Because this painting was written for Ye Ping, it feels younger and more uplifting.
The one given to Dad Xiao highlights the calmness and open-mindedness after going through hardships.
Being able to control the artistic conception and style of his works at will shows that Xiao Han has mastered the key step to becoming a master.
He will be the latest calligraphy master and the youngest calligraphy master once he is approved by the association.
At this time, all the relatives had put aside their doubts about Xiao Han and looked at him eagerly.
Now that Ye Ping has got the work he wants, it's their turn.
"Xiaohan, do you think you can write one for me too?"
But it was the second uncle Ye Hui who spoke first.
Looking at Xiao Han, he looked a little embarrassed.
I was questioning it just now, and now I asked him to write a picture for me, and I felt a little embarrassed on my face.
"No problem, second uncle, what do you want to write?"
Xiao Han looked at Ye Hui with a smile.
All those present were his close relatives, it was just a single word, and it didn’t take much effort.
"Then write me a picture of Zi Qi Dong Lai. As for the font, I don't understand it either. You just have to read it."
Seeing Xiao Han agree, Ye Hui also raised a smile on his face.
In fact, these uncles were good to Xiao Han.
They had doted on him since they were young, but what happened three years ago when he disobeyed advice made them feel a little uncomfortable.
But since I have come back today, all the dissatisfaction naturally ceases to exist.
Still a dear family.
Seeing that Xiao Han wanted to write again, the atmosphere in the venue became heated.
The slightest hint of alienation dissipated in the laughter.
Amid the uproar, Xiao Han wrote a painting for each of his relatives, which received applause from the whole house.
Especially the younger generation such as Ye Tian, excitedly surrounded Xiao Han.
At this point, he has integrated into this big family.