Chapter 358 Calligraphy

During the meal, Yuxin's grandmother frequently picked up vegetables for Tang Yu. That kind of enthusiasm made Tang Yu a little embarrassed.

Tang Yu saved Yu Xin, which can be said to be not only the benefactor of the Shen family, but also the benefactor of the Song family.

Song Zhenguo has no other children except Song Wanru's daughter, so for Song Zhenguo and his wife, Xiao Yuxin can be said to be the treasure of the two elders.

In the previous life, after Xiao Yuxin and Shen Yun fell into the water and died, it can be said that Zhongshan Park, the largest park in Dongling, was immediately closed, and then it was abandoned. Even a set of leadership team in Fengcheng District was scraped from top to bottom, all of which were taken down or left idle, and even Tao Yehua, the district governor of Fengcheng District, was gradually squeezed out of the core of power. Finally, he was completely squeezed out of Fengcheng District and transferred to a clear government office of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, which was a farewell to his career.

It can cause such a big change in Fengcheng District, not only because of Shen Ruihong's anger, but also partly because of Song Zhenguo's anger. Fortunately, these two people are still rational. Otherwise, I'm afraid that the big change will not only Fengcheng District, even the whole Dongling City, I'm afraid it can't bear it at all. The anger of these two people.

Of course, in fact, whether it is the leaders of Fengcheng District or Dongling City, they should indeed bear a certain degree of leadership responsibility for the incident in Zhongshan Park. After all, there are indeed great safety hazards in that place, or it will not let people fall into the water and kill people. If there is really a human life there, it deserves the leader of Fengcheng District. Export to take responsibility. Fortunately, Tang Yu happened to be reborn at that time and saved people in a muddle. If not, Dongling City didn't know what kind of storm it would blow. In fact, Tao Yehua is now in Fengcheng District, and he is still blessed by Tang Yu. If it hadn't been for Tang Yu's mediation, he, the district governor of Fengcheng District, would have been taken out by Dongling City to calm the governor's anger at that time.

I took the plane for a few hours today, and everyone was tired, so after dinner, I didn't go out anymore. The family sat in the hall teasing Xiao Yuxin, a princess-like Xiao Yuxin. Whether it was in the Shen family or the send home, it was everyone's joy. The silver bell-like laughter, innocent face and The expression makes the room full of warmth and laughter.

Originally, Xiao Yuxin was very cute, which made everyone like her very much. Now that she has no father, only Song Wanru is a relative, which is naturally more pitiful. This is why the Shen family and the Song family treat Tang Yu so kindly.

After chatting for nearly half an hour, Song Zhenguo got up and said to Tang Yu, "I remember that when I came back last time, he told me that you wrote well. Uncle Song and I don't have any other hobbies. I just like to write when I'm free. How about today, I also ask Uncle Song to see your handwriting? You, Uncle Song and I are half a calligrapher.

With that, he walked to the study.

Tang Yu had studied Song Zhenguo before his arrival. He knew that he was a Confucian general. It was understandable to love calligraphy, but he didn't know what his level was. This kind of thing involving private life can't be found casually. Naturally, it is not easy for Tang Yu to ask Song Wanru about these things. Of course, as the principal of the school, although Song Zhenguo is a military school, it is inevitable that the principal is biased towards Confucian generals.

The decoration in Song Zhenguo's study is also very simple. In addition to the desk, a bookshelf, several chairs and a basin of bonsai, there is no other decoration, but the surrounding walls are full of calligraphy, cursive calligraphy, official calligraphy, regular calligraphy, all kinds of fonts, Tang Yu I still have some understanding of calligraphy. Although the fonts are different, Tang Yu can see that these words are all written by one person. Needless to say, I'm afraid they were all written by Song Zhenguo himself.

Everyone's words have their own characteristics. Even if the fonts are different, these characteristics will not change. Song Zhenguo's words are magnificent and full of strength, and the pen is often hard to penetrate the paper at the corner. Seeing such words, Tang Yu can't help thinking in his heart that this is worthy of being a word written by soldiers, and the words are powerful. As a Confucian general, he does not lose the iron-blooded demeanor of a soldier, which is similar to the impression of his previous investigation.

After entering the study, Song Zhenguo went straight to the desk. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it were very complete. Tang Yu roughly looked at it. This set of four treasures of the study should not be simple. Although he did not have much research on antiques, it can also be seen that this set of antique four treasures of the study should be a set of treasures.

Song Zhenguo picked up a brush placed horizontally on the inkstone. There was still ink on the tip of his nose, which was very wet. It should be because it was used not long ago.

Song Zhenguo handed the pen to Tang Yu, who had just come in and was looking at the words of Song Zhenguo around him. "Xiao Yu, come on, you can also write a few words for me to see, as if you often praise your words, and let Uncle Song see what the level is."

Tang Yu touched his nose and said, "How dare I show off in front of Uncle Song? Isn't this a big axe in front of Luban Gate?" With that, Tang Yu glanced at the words on the surrounding wall again and asked, "These words are all written by Uncle Song, right?"

Song Zhenguo nodded with a smile, "Come on, don't be modest. Young people should have the sharpness of young people. You can also write a pair to show me. Last time you came back, you said that you wrote well. Today, your sister, don't hide your clumsiness. Show your hand to Uncle Song and let me have a look. If the young man loses his spirit, his future achievements will be limited.

Since Song Zhenguo has repeatedly asked for it, Tang Yu has no more twists. If he continues to act, it will be annoying. Moreover, as he said, young people should have the sharpness of young people, and geniuses should have the arrogance of geniuses.

Tang Yu took the pen, walked to the bookcase, dipped it in the inkstone on the bookcase, thought for a little, brushed a few strokes and wrote a poem: the edge of the sword comes from the grinding, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, two sentences of fourteen sons, without a wave without pause.

This is a poem that Tang Yu likes very much. I just thought about it and felt that there was nothing to write, so I wrote this sentence down. When I practiced calligraphy, I also began to practice from this sentence at the beginning.

"The edge of the sword comes from grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold. Good sentences, good words, hehe, good words. It's not easy for you to write such a handwriting at your age." Seeing Tang Yu's words, Song Zhenguo couldn't help but light up.

Tang Yu wrote not regular script, but Xingshu. Xingshu pays attention to one breath, Xingyun flowing water, and artistic conception. Tang Yu thinks that his own words have no artistic conception to speak of. He has not reached that level, but this Qi Yicheng and Xingyun Liushui Tang Yu has reached it. Of course, words are like people. When written, this word naturally contains the tortuous experience of more than ten years in his previous life, which is not something that young people of this age can have.

"Xiao Yu, how long have you studied calligraphy? Who is your master? I don't believe that you learned this handwriting by yourself. This word has a deep meaning, but it can't be written at your age." Song Zhenguo's eyes were like torches, and he could see at a glance that Tang Yu was instructed by a famous teacher.

Tang Yu touched his nose and smiled bitterly in his heart. Of course, this handwriting was not self-learned by Tang Yu. In order to learn this handwriting, Tang Yu spent a lot of effort in his last life, and he worshipped a well-known calligrapher in the literary world at that time, and even held a banquet for a teacher. After becoming a famous teacher, Tang Yu spent a whole year. It's time to achieve this hand.

Of course, the truth can't be told to Song Zhenguo. Not to mention that this is Tang Yu's biggest secret. Tang Yu can't tell anyone, but Tang Yu told Song Zhenguo whether he believes it or not. Now he hasn't even met that calligrapher. Of course, Tang Yu's writing is related to his life experience in his previous life, and it is also inseparable from Cen Peilun's advice. Although Cen Peilun is not famous in the literary world, his handwriting is really good.

"This is what I learned from our Go teacher. That teacher is not only good at playing Go, but also can write a good word. I have learned from him since I was a child, and it has been almost five or six years now." Tang Yu said nonsense. Of course, it can't be regarded as nonsense. Cen Peilun did give him guidance, but that was after he moved to the old street in his previous life. Naturally, he did not have this opportunity in this life.

Cen Peilun does write good handwriting. It can be seen from the signboard of the teahouse opened by Cen Peilun. Cen Peilun's calligraphy and skills are quite profound, but it is also true that Cen Peilun himself is a pen, and it is expected to write good handwriting. Moreover, with his heart, he should have been able to practice a good handwriting. Tang Yu's calligraphy style is strictly speaking, influenced by Cen Peilun. If Cen Peilun sees this word, he will naturally find some familiar feelings.

"Ha ha, your master's calligraphy must be very profound. It can be seen from your apprentice's calligraphy that your master must be very powerful. Ha ha, I really want to see you as a master when I have time. But it's rare for you to write such a word at your age.

Song Zhenguo's words made Tang Yu sweat coldly in his heart. Tang Yu didn't want Song Zhenguo to see his unnecessary master, but from another perspective, it can also be seen that Song Zhenguo is absolutely fascinated by calligraphy, which is rare among generals.

"I think my teacher must also want to see you, Uncle Song." Tang Yu can only answer like this. If Song Zhenguo really thinks about it in the future, he can only let Cen Peilun make up the number. Anyway, it is not too much to be a calligrapher at the level of Cen Peilun.

Song Zhenguo nodded with a smile and said nothing more. He picked up the words Tang Yu had just written and read them carefully.

The paper Tang Yu just used is good rice paper. Although he has just written, the ink on these words has basically dried up.