Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 115
The scenery of the Northland, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting.

Looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, there is nothing but mangmang;

……

A song "Qinyuanchun Snow" was written and hung in the middle hall, which is not bad.

The charm of running script lies in the ever-changing rules. It is enchanting, rigid, gentle, and bold.

Zhang Chong's running script has learned from many people. At first, it was naturally the second king of Lin. Later, he felt that the road was a bit narrow. After a while, he imitated Ouyang Xun, even Li Shimin, and later, everything Yu Shinan and Li Yong. a period of time.

Needless to say, Yan Liu, and even Wen Zhengming, Tang Bohu and Dong Qichang, he has read and learned all of them.

In the end, it can be regarded as drawing on the strengths of all the families and forming a school of its own.

His handwriting is more inclined to the late Ming Dynasty, with a feeling of galloping, leaping and throwing.

There is romance in the grandeur, and rules in the extensive.

It seems agile and dignified, but it has its own speed in the middle.

However, Zhang Zhong's characters were difficult for Liu Feng to recognize.

"Is this cursive script?"

After Zhang finished rewriting, Liu Feng dared to speak.

Fortunately, he didn't speak until he finished writing. If Zhang Zhongzheng heard his words when he was writing, he would probably fail immediately.

When running script is cursive to a certain extent, some people will think it is cursive script.

"You can treat it as cursive."

Liu Feng nodded, and looked carefully at the words on it. Although they were a bit sloppy, he managed to make out a few sentences.

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice... Is this a poem?"

"Well, a word."

"Very good. Although I have never heard of this poem, it is very beautiful, even more beautiful than the ones just now."

Although Liu Feng's appreciation level is not high, it does not prevent him from liking calligraphy.Zhang Zhong didn't doubt his love for this painting, the way he looked at it could tell everything.

Some art can only be appreciated by a small number of people, but some art can be easily felt by ordinary people.

Chinese calligraphy is like this.

Of course, except for some mysterious "masters".

Anyway, Zhang Zhong couldn't appreciate those ghostly symbols, he didn't even want to take a look at them.

After Zhang finished writing, he put down the brush and subconsciously wanted to find a seal, but then realized that he had no seal at all.

He used to like to collect stamps of various materials, sizes, and fonts on the stamps. Sometimes he even stamped more than a dozen stamps on a painting.

Now seeing the blank space at the corner of calligraphy and painting, I always feel that something is missing.

But now he has no way to make up for it.

"Brother Liu, if you are satisfied with this painting, take it home. After a while, the ink is dry, and I will put it away for you."

"Okay, then thank you Brother Zhang, I will definitely frame him carefully when I go back."

……

Early the next morning, Zhang Chong had just woken up and washed up when he heard someone knocking on the door.

After running out and opening the door, there were two men standing at the door.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Zhang Zhong's house?"

Zhang Zhong looked at them, nodded suspiciously and said, "Well, I'm Zhang Zhong, what can you do?"

Hearing that the owner was in front of them, the two men smiled and handed a list to Zhang Zhong, "We are the delivery staff of the Amazon Bookstore. A Mr. Liu bought some books in our bookstore and asked us to give them to Zhang Zhong. You, please sign for it."

Mr. Liu, Zhang Zhong thought of Liu Feng.

Probably because Liu Feng saw that Zhang Zhong's study was too simple last night, so he bought some books for him.

Since it was a gift book, Zhang Zhong was reluctant to accept it, so he took the form and signed it. After signing, he looked beside the delivery person, but he didn't see where the book was, so he asked, "Where is the book?"

One of the delivery staff smiled, "There are a lot of books, we will help you carry them here."

Hearing what the delivery staff said, Zhang Zhong had a sense of foreboding. He walked out with the delivery staff in slippers, only to see a small van.

When the delivery man opened the carriage, Zhang Chong's mind froze.

Zhang Zhong just took a glance. There were a dozen or so cardboard boxes in the carriage. If such cardboard boxes were filled with books, there would be at least one or two hundred books.

Because the carton was too heavy, it was difficult for two people to lift it. They all pushed it over with a small cart.

After all the boxes were sent to Zhang Zhong's study, Zhang Zhong counted them carefully. There were fifteen cartons in total, and each carton was filled to the brim.

Liu Feng is going to give him a study room!

With so many books, it is estimated that the average small study room would not be able to fit them. Liu Feng probably saw that his family's study room was big enough, so he dared to send so many books.

In fact, Zhang Zhong probably understood Liu Feng's thoughts. Maybe he felt a little sorry for getting a piece of writing for nothing, and he was a bit of a philistine if he gave the money, so he thought of this seemingly more elegant method.

This kind of elegance is also quite expensive. Although I haven't calculated it carefully, the sum of so many books should cost tens of thousands of dollars.

"Ugh."

Standing in front of more than a dozen bookcases, Zhang Zhong sighed softly, Liu Feng has been refined, but he is about to suffer.

With so many books, it took a lot of effort just to take them out of the box one by one.

Moreover, there is no bookshelf in his house now, and there is no place to put these books.

When he was in distress, Liu Feng called.

"Brother Zhang, have you received the book?" Liu Feng smiled on the phone.

Zhang Zhong smiled wryly, "Brother Liu, you gave me so many books, I have nowhere to put them."

"Hey, look at my head, how about I give you another bookshelf?"

"Let's forget it. Thank you Brother Liu for your kindness. I will get the bookshelf myself. I don't know how to read so many books."

"Hey, it's good to open the book, it's good to open the book."

……

Just do what you say, after Zhang Zhong hung up Liu Feng's phone, he called the decoration company and asked them to come over and get a bookshelf.

He had just finished making a phone call when Pengpeng walked over rubbing his eyes.

"Dad, I seem to have heard someone talking just now... Ah, why are there so many big boxes?"

"This is a gift from Uncle Liu."

"Gift!" Pengpeng woke up suddenly, ran to the nearest box, opened her arms to hug the box, but no matter how hard she tried, the box wouldn't budge.

"What is it, so heavy?"

"It's full of knowledge, of course it's heavy."

"Dad, you lied to me. The teacher said that knowledge is contained in the head."

"The teacher is right, but Dad didn't lie to you. Knowledge can be put in the box before it is put in the head. Pengpeng can put all this knowledge in the head in the future."

Pengpeng covered his head in shock, "Oh, although Pengpeng's head is big, it can't hold so much knowledge."

(End of this chapter)