Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 183 I report, I expose

"May I ask your name, sir?"

"My name is Zhang, what about you?"

"That's a coincidence, we are still in the same family. My name is Zhang Meng, and you can call me Xiao Zhang." Zhang Meng brought Zhang Zhong inside, "You are lucky, our tea art teacher's demonstration has just started, and you can just catch up."

Zhang Zhong smiled and shook his head, "I won't watch the tea ceremony, you can take me to the calligraphy area, didn't you say that good handwriting is like a postcard, I want to see what other people's postcards look like. "

They happened to come to a side road, Zhang Meng pointed to one side and said, "This is the calligraphy area, please follow me."

While walking, she introduced again, "You are very lucky. Teacher Zhang Huaizhen is in the club today, and he seldom comes here."

"Well, then I'm very lucky." Zhang Zhong said with a smile.

"Teacher Zhang Huaizhen's free class is 10 minutes. If it exceeds 10 minutes, you will be charged."

"Only 10 minutes?"

Zhang Meng nodded and said, "Well, the free class is only 10 minutes, because Teacher Zhang Huaizhen is too busy."

While talking, they came to the door of a small room. The door was open, and there was an old man standing behind a long table and writing something with a brush.

The old man lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly, but Zhang Zhong always felt that the long coat he was wearing looked familiar.

"Mr. Zhang, this gentleman wants to take a calligraphy class." Zhang Meng said to the old man.

That teacher Zhang didn't look up, still holding the brush in one hand, and waved at them with the other, "Okay, I see."

Zhang Meng nodded, and whispered to Zhang Zhong, "Mr. Zhang, the teacher is concentrating on writing. Please wait for a while, I will go out first."

"Ah."

Zhang Zhong stared at Mr. Zhang who was writing, and a playful smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.Just now he felt that the old man's gown looked familiar, and when he opened his mouth to speak, Zhang Zhong immediately recognized who it was.

At last year's art exhibition, Zhang Zhong had seen this man, but at that time his name was not Zhang Huaizhen, but Fan Kezeng.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived in Yanjing, this guy changed suddenly, not only changed his name, but also became a master of calligraphy.

"Zhang Huaizhen" has been immersed in writing, and has no intention of talking to Zhang Zhong at all.

Zhang Zhong didn't care, he took out his phone to check the time, and then wandered around the room.

This room is not big, and the inside is full of calligraphy and paintings. These words should be written by the same person as the one hanging outside.

The person who wrote this character still has some basic skills, but it is really hard to say that he is a master of calligraphy.

If this can also be regarded as a master of calligraphy, then Zhang Zhong feels that he can match Wang Youjun.

After about seven or eight minutes, the old man finally raised his head.

While wiping his hands, he said with a smile, "I've kept you waiting for a long time, but calligraphy is about finishing in one go, so it's really inconvenient for me to interrupt."

Zhang Zhong looked at his two familiar thick eyebrows and smiled, "It's okay, it's understandable for me to be an artist."

"Zhang Huaizhen" smiled, "Thank you for understanding, what's the name of this gentleman?"

"My surname is Zhang."

"Yo, I'm still from the same family. I wonder if Mr. Zhang has ever practiced calligraphy?"

Zhang nodded and said, "I've been thinking about writing for a while."

The old man suddenly frowned, and said earnestly, "You can't just think about writing. If you don't have a good foundation and the foundation is not stable, it will be difficult to learn it well in the future. Don't think that calligraphy is left by the ancestors, but if you want to To learn calligraphy well, you also need scientific methods, and with scientific methods, not only will you not go wrong, but you will not take detours.”

After hearing what he said, Zhang Zhong looked at the time again. It was almost 10 minutes since he entered the door, so he said to "Zhang Huaizhen", "My free class here is over, then I will go out first."

"Zhang Huaizhen" suddenly froze, and immediately shouted, "Mr. Zhang, don't worry, the few minutes before us don't count."

Zhang Zhong turned his head and said with a "happy look", "Oh? Then how do we calculate it now?"

"Zhang Huaizhen" gritted his teeth secretly, "Start from the beginning."

Zhang Chong said with a smile, "That's a good idea. Well, it's 58:[-], and we'll finish at [-]:[-]."

"Okay." The old man returned to his smile, "Mr. Zhang, don't be nervous. Our bookstore will never sell courses by force. Just now we talked about scientific learning methods. I want to ask Mr. Zhang first, what words do you usually write?"

Zhang Zhongdao, "I usually write more miscellaneously, with less regular script, mostly running script and cursive."

"Mr. Zhang, can you write something for me to see?"

The old man held the brush and motioned Zhang Zhong to write something.

Zhang Zhong didn't move, and said, "There is no material fee for this writing."

The old man twitched his lips and laughed, "Mr. Zhang, you really know how to joke."

Zhang Zhong nodded and went up to take the brush.

Before he started writing, he asked the old man again, "Are you sure there is no material fee?"

The old man's smile was a little distorted, but it was still taut, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, absolutely not."

"That's good."

Zhang Zhong dipped some ink, and then took up a pen and wrote: In the past, Fan Kezeng in Jiangyang, now Zhang Huaizhen in Yanjing, steamed buns in one place, two steamed into one steamed.

After finishing writing, Zhang Zhong looked up at the shocked Zhang Huaizhen, and said with a smile, "Master Fan, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

"You—" the old man pointed at Zhang Da and shouted, then quickly lowered his voice, "Who are you?"

"I'm not someone, but I was lucky enough to meet you in Jiangyang before." Zhang Zhong said with a smile.

The old man ran to the door and closed it tightly, then turned his head, with a hint of pleading on his face, "Brother, please raise your hand, I think your handwriting is so good, there must be a lot of adults, I just want to make a living."

Zhang Zhong patted the old man's shoulder with a smile, "Do you think I call you Teacher Zhang or Teacher Fan?"

"Zhang, my surname is Zhang. I teach people here. The boss needs to see the real name. Speaking of which, we are still in the same family."

"Oh? Then show me your ID card."

"I didn't bring my ID card." The old man smiled flatteringly, "Brother, I think you are also a person who likes calligraphy. I have the top four treasures of the study here, which are worth thousands of dollars in the market. I will give it to you as a friend." .”

Zhang Zhong pouted at the paper, ink, pen and inkstone on the cabinet, "What are you talking about?"

The old man nodded repeatedly, "Yes, that inkstone is a high-quality She inkstone, and the original stone of Laokeng eyebrow seed material costs more than 5000 per piece. The paper..."

"No need to introduce, you and I know how much this shit is worth, and you don't have to be afraid, I just came here for a meal and was dragged in by force, I will leave now, I won't embarrass you."

"You are really a big man."

Zhang Zhong waved his hands with a smile, "Okay, you stay here, I'll go first."

"I'll take you."

"No, I'll go out by myself."

After Zhang Zhong left, Zhang Meng walked into the small house with a puzzled expression and asked, "Mr. Zhang, hasn't he stayed for more than 10 minutes? Didn't he buy the course?"

The old man waved his hand and said irritably, "Buy what you want, don't let everyone pull in it in the future."

……

Not long after Zhang Zhong walked out of the bookstore, he took out his mobile phone and made a call, "Hello, the police station? I'll report..."

(End of this chapter)