C990 I Write!
C990 I Write!
Qin Feng continued, "Using 'yearning' and 'pride in this poem is an insult to this poem. To put it more strictly, it is an insult to General Yue Fei! "
" Whatever words you write, you must enter the realm of writing instead of writing anything. It is like you are expressing your desire and pride. "
" So, this word is not that great. "
... ""
Finishing.
The living room was extremely quiet.
Uncle Fu, who was standing at the side, broke out in cold sweat, thinking that Qin Feng was finished.
Zuo Qiuhulie couldn't say a word as he looked at Qin Feng in a daze.
After a while.
He looked at the words he wrote again. The more he read, the more ashamed he felt. The more he read, the more ashamed he felt. In the end, he directly grabbed it and tore it all apart!
"My Lord..."
Uncle Fu was astonished when he saw this.
After Zuo Qiuhulie tore the ground to pieces, he raised his hand to Uncle Fu, meaning that he didn't need to worry. He let out a long sigh and said, "It's a bit more comfortable now."
There was no other way.
The feeling just now was as uncomfortable as if his own shameful side had been slowly uncovered.
Everything originated from this painting!
It was this painting that exposed the 'embarrassment' in the depths of his heart.
He was once a general.
He didn't think that he would be immersed in the 'pride' of the past. It really shouldn't be, it was the shame of the army!
"This..."
Zuo Qiuhulie was a little embarrassed at this moment. He smiled at Qin Feng and said, "Little Feng! As expected, he had some skills. He could see through people with just one word. This is really rare. Not bad, not bad. You are indeed worthy of being my precious granddaughter. The man I like, haha! "
" Oh?"
Qin Feng was slightly surprised.
He thought that Zuo Qiuhulie would be the same as Zuo Qiuqingtian, thinking that he was not good enough for Zuo Qiufeng. He had already made up his mind. No matter what they said, he would think that he was Zuo Qiufeng's boyfriend.
He did not expect that Zuo Qiuhulie did not seem to dislike him.
"Oh right, Little Feng, I see that you have an excellent understanding of calligraphy. Do you usually like calligraphy?"
Zuo Qiuhulie said.
"I know a little about it."
Qin Feng said modestly.
"That's right. Usually, it's hard to become famous even if you don't have eight or ten years of calligraphy. Even I have just passed. Little Feng! Looks like you still have a long way to go..."
Zuo Qiuhulie said.
... ""
Qin Feng was confused when he heard this.
It was clearly his calligraphy that was not good enough. Why was it that he still had a long way to go in the end?
I understand!
He lost the bet just now because he didn't want to call me "teacher," so he deliberately said that. He meant that he wasn't qualified to be "teacher," so he wanted to go back on his word!
When he thought of this.
Qin Feng took a step forward and said, "Grandpa, can you prepare paper and pen?"
When Zuo Qiuhulie heard this, he felt like he was going to make a move!
He was immediately overjoyed in his heart. He laughed loudly and said, "Yes, of course! Haha!"
Reading calligraphy was different from writing calligraphy.
It was just like watching a movie. One could judge whether an actor was good or bad, but letting oneself act was another matter.
From the looks of it, he was only in his twenties. What kind of calligraphy did he know?
Young people nowadays, especially those who walked the path of martial arts, would not have the patience to immerse themselves in the world of calligraphy. Therefore, Zuo Qiuhulie concluded that Qin Feng would make a fool of himself.
In this way, there was no need to abide by the bet. He could call him "teacher," and it would not be considered as him going back on his word. Haha!
While happily thinking, Zuo Qiuhulie immediately got someone to prepare paper and ink.
Very quickly.
A piece of paper two meters long and one meter wide spread out!
"Little Feng, what do you want to write?"
Zuo Qiuhulie asked.
"I want some Manchurian Red too!"
Qin Feng said.
"Hahaha, good, good, then Manchurian Red."
Zuo Qiuhulie was even happier in his heart.
Even he, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, could not write Red River. How could a brat like him who had never been on the battlefield write well?
He was afraid that in the end, it would only be a form, not a divine one. It would be far from him.
At this moment.
Qin Feng stood in front of the paper, then gently closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.
After that.
He opened his eyes, dipped his brush in ink, and began writing on the snow white paper.
"It does look like it."
Zuo Qiuhulie said from the side.
Although he didn't want to admit Qin Feng, he had to admit it. Qin Feng's writing was really like that. At first glance, he had the demeanor of a master. His brush moved like a dragon, and the clouds moved like water. The aura he gave off was even more calm and composed. It was as if there was a ray of light shining on his body.
"Light stance, without true ability, it's not possible either!"
Zuo Qiuhulie said.
At this moment.
Qin Feng had already put down his pen. He let out a light breath and said, "Alright, I've finished writing."
Finished writing?
Only then did Zuo Qiuhulie draw his attention back and look at the paper.
With this look.
Zuo Qiuhulie couldn't help but laugh out loud." Hahaha, Little Feng, oh Little Feng, I thought you would give me a glance. Write! It turned out that only the three words' Man River Red 'were written. Tsk tsk, I was right! The road you're going on is still a long and long one... "
" No, I wrote the whole song! "
Qin Feng said.
Zuo Qiuhulie looked again and could not help but laugh. "The whole piece? There are only three words. Oh right, there's also a red leaf and a mountain. Although these red leaves and mountains are well drawn, they can't be painted all over the river! "
On the paper.
"Red River" was in the middle of the three words.
On the bottom left corner of the paper, Qin Feng said a piece of Autumn Red Leaf, which fell into the Cold River that he drew with a few strokes.
On the right side was the Stone Mountain.
Qin Feng pointed at the Stone Mountain and said with a smile, "Grandpa, take a closer look."
Although Zuo Qiuhulie felt that he had already won, out of courtesy, he still looked over. "Hahaha, how is this a word!? It is clearly a graffine drawn casually..."
He had just finished speaking.
He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
At this moment, he realized that the strokes of this mountain were all drawn from the contents of the Manchurian Red Poetry!
Of course.
They were all written in a single word. If it was a single word, not a single word could be seen. It was just a random graffiti!
But!
When combined with the River Red Leaves and the three big words "River Red," even when he closed his eyes, he could recite the entire poem!
"Quick, hang it up!"
After Zuo Qiuhulie realized something, he immediately got someone to frame the painting on the wall. He stood in front of him and looked at it carefully.
The more he looked, the more excited he became!
"Wonderful! Wonderful!"
Zuo Qiuhulie's eyes lit up as he stared unblinkingly at the calligraphy and painting. He said, "At first glance, it's just a simple calligraphy and painting. Then, look again. The calligraphy and painting are both in heaven and earth. At the end, it's still a full river of red!"
That's right.
The entire painting gave off an aura and a feeling. The impression that it gave people would subconsciously resound in their minds. It was as if General Yue Fei of all ages was chanting right beside their ears. They could clearly feel the tragic feeling of loyalty to the country, of martyrdom and martyrdom.
It was even to the extent that...
He did not even need to look at the words. He only needed to look at the mountains, the rivers, and the red leaves. A song "The River Red" would ring in his ears!