Release that Man

As the saying goes, words are like people.Literati and inkmen have their own personalities, so the words they write will more or less have their own character.

There are those who are wild and unruly, those who are chic and elegant, and those who are majestic.But no matter how many wonderful or unique calligraphers have been produced throughout the ages, the people present have never heard of them before. How can someone write so...precisely? !

That's right, precision!

Ye Shuang was not as smooth as an ordinary calligrapher when he lifted his pen and ink. Instead, he seemed to be conducting the most rigorous experiment, precise, accurate, and meticulous...

When others write calligraphy, it is calligraphy, but Ye Shuang, saying that she is writing calligraphy is flattering her.

In fact, it was simply scribbling.

In the structure in Ye Shuang's mind, the white paper she was writing on had already been densely and finely divided into countless horizontal and vertical axes. According to the proportion, which position it should be in is now completely copied by her to the same coordinates on another piece of paper.

To put it more bluntly, just like Fang Mo's subconscious evaluation, this is indeed a different kind of printing.

It's just that Ye Shuang's printing is more complicated. Others' machines print out lines, but she prints out characters one by one according to the order of handwriting...

This kind of subtle operation that requires the brain to run at high speed at all times naturally requires a rigorous and serious attitude that does not allow the slightest mistake, so it is no wonder that Fang Mo and others are extremely uncomfortable watching it.

If someone now compares this newly written copybook with the original template, they can even find that it is almost completely overlapped with the original.

So as soon as Ye Shuang's seemingly humble attitude of begging for advice was put on, Fang Mo was immediately speechless, while the other old men just laughed.

"...It really is a hero born into a boy." An old man who seemed to be a small core figure in the circle was silent for a long time, and finally pushed out by everyone's eyes, broke the silence and said stiffly: "Then old man, I will just read your handwriting!"

Ye Shuang obediently backed away from the table, making room for the old man to approach, and then the old man came over and looked down at the desk——suck!Sure enough, tmd is exactly right! !

Facing Ye Shuang's attentive eyes begging for praise, the old man felt extremely uncomfortable with a mouthful of old blood choked in his throat: "...The structure of the book style is still good. It seems that the little guy has really worked hard to practice."

Where, where, the first time I wrote it, I was praised...Ye Shuang smiled, and the shocking handsomeness instantly showed off a vote to the onlookers: "The old man has won the award."

"..."

The old man also has a love of beauty. It is rare to see such a well-groomed child. What the old man was about to add is a bit difficult to say.

But if I don't say it, I feel really panicked, and I'm sorry for my conscience.So in the heart of supporting the younger generation, the old man still insisted on turning a "but": "Although the structure of this font is good, but you imitated it too rigidly. Instead, you lost your own artistic conception."

"..." The artistic conception is such an illusory thing...

Ye Shuang was silent: "...can you put it in an easy-to-understand way?!"

The old man was also silent, his constipated face seemed to want to scold but he didn't know how to scold: "...to put it simply, it's a matter of writing skills. Everyone's handwriting will have their own style. For example, some people's handwriting is timeless, while others' The handwriting is as exquisite as a hairpin flower, while some people are vigorous and powerful... Let’s take this word as an example. It’s the same in terms of appearance and structure alone, but the one written by others is fierce and powerful, and it can be seen at a glance. There is a sense of boldness and deterrence rushing towards your face, and your words..." are completely soft and descriptive...

The old man also knows to save face for the younger generation, and at least he has practiced his font structure, so it is a skill to be able to draw it so similarly.

So the last sentence, which was somewhat shocking, was swallowed by the kind old man.But even so, everyone present could hear what he meant.

It's a pity that although the old man is kind, Ye Shuang still has the attribute of being broad-minded at best, and heartless at worst... As long as you don't tell her anything, this girl can really give you everything. When I didn't hear it.

Don't care if it's great wisdom or stupidity, anyway, the situation is the same at the moment, Ye Shuang directly discarded the old man's hints and metaphors in accordance with his usual thinking mode, skipped the essence and looked at the phenomenon, and began to compare the two copybooks difference up.

Power through the back of the paper? !Does this mean that you have to use more force when you write? !

The color of the ink will naturally become thicker if you use more force. No wonder other people's characters look darker than your own, so this is the meaning of the connotation? !

The old man is still waiting for the result of enlightening the younger generation. Although the younger generation has no aura, he still has the foundation. If he can really be enlightened by himself, he will blow it up in the future... No, it will be beautiful when talking with old friends in the future It's one thing.

As a result, he was waiting here, and Ye Shuang, who had suddenly realized that, had already lowered his head again, revising the copybook just now - re-analyzing, this time also taking into account the resolution of the ink color...

The dots of this character are painted on and on, and the strokes of that character are traced up and down. The ink shades on the font are still delicate and detailed, and the connection and transition are as natural as they are natural... It seems that you can really see the vigor of the writer at that time. Variations are the same.

After 10 minutes, Ye Shuang had revised the entire text, and respectfully asked the old man to review it again.

The old man looked down blankly...

Powerful, vigorous, honest and tough... What the fuck! ! !

The old man's world view was instantly overturned. ;