Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 11 Who is the Masterpiece?
"I heard that you are a calligraphy master?"

"Uh"

Duanmuyan didn't expect Wu Mohuan to ask himself a question suddenly.

However, Wu Mohuan dared to choke even Wu Tianxiong, so he did not dare to provoke this aunt.

Standing up quickly, he made a humble gesture: "I don't dare to be a master, but I just have a little research on calligraphy.

At least in the entire calligraphy world, there is one person whose level is beyond my reach. "

"Who?" Wu Mohuan asked subconsciously.

"That's my teacher who has passed away long ago." Duanmuyan stroked his beard with a smile.

Wu Mohuan was speechless for a moment.

Doesn't this old guy mean that he is the number one in the current calligraphy world?

Old Versailles.

Not wanting to waste any more time, she handed the calligraphy that Liang Mu had given her to Duanmuyan, and said calmly, "Then, Master, please help me identify this calligraphy."

"This" Duanmuyan did not take it immediately, but looked at Wu Tianxiong with a questioning look.

Wu Tianxiong seemed to still be immersed in residual anger. He closed his eyes and nodded slightly.

Only then did Duanmuyan feel relieved, took the writing from Wu Mohuan's hand, and spread it out on the table.

At that moment, Wu Tianxiong and Wu Henan also cast their gazes upward.

But after seeing the words on the white paper clearly, Wu Tianxiong's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Wu Henan couldn't help laughing out loud: "Which 'master' did such an ugly character come from?

It is estimated that [Fu Bo] wrote better than him!

Ha ha ha ha! "

At this time, the old man in green shirt who had talked to Wu Mohuan outside was watering the flowers in the garden.

He is the steward of this manor, the "Fu Bo" who has served the Wu family for several generations.

"Huh? Why is your nose itchy? Who's missing me?"

Forbe touched his nose and continued to water the flowers.

In the hall, Wu Henan's ridicule became more and more unscrupulous.

"My silly sister, since you have no ability to appreciate calligraphy, why don't you come to my brother to help you?
I can't guarantee anything else, at least I won't let you bring such a clumsy thing and dirty Dad's eyes. "

Hearing Wu Henan's words, Wu Tianxiong's face became even more ugly.

Wu Mohuan ignored Wu Henan, but stared at Duanmuyan.

She found that Duanmuyan did not look down on Liang Mu's calligraphy like Wu Henan did, but bent down and carefully observed the calligraphy on the table.

The expression on the face is unpredictable, sometimes solemn, sometimes confused, sometimes amazed.

As if a child suddenly found a toy that he had never seen before.

Wu Henan, who was only focused on laughing at Wu Mohuan, didn't notice Duanmuyan's appearance.

He stretched out his hand to the paper on the table, and said with a smile, "This kind of embarrassing garbage doesn't deserve to stay in this house, it's better to throw it out as soon as possible."

Wu Mohuan's eyes turned cold for a moment, but he recognized Wu Henan's pun.

But just when Wu Henan's hand was about to touch the picture, Duanmuyan slapped it away forcefully.

"You actually called this god a piece of trash?!"

Duanmuyan glared at Wu Henan.

It seemed that at this moment, the status of that picture far surpassed that of Wu Henan.

"God, god work?" Wu Henan was stunned.

Wu Tianxiong also sensed something was wrong, frowned, and looked at the words on the table again.

But as before, I didn't see anything special, let alone a masterpiece.

However, Duanmuyan is a master of calligraphy who has been famous for a long time, so there is no reason to talk nonsense on this occasion.

"Master Duanmu, why do you say that this calligraphy is a masterpiece?"

Wu Tianxiong couldn't help asking.

Duanmuyan pointed at Liang Mu's handwriting excitedly: "Master Xiong doesn't know something, this handwriting seems ordinary, but it actually hides a mystery!
But because the owner of the characters used extremely high-end skills, ordinary people can't see the mystery. "

"Fan, ordinary man." Wu Henan twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly.

The expressions of Wu Tianxiong and Wu Mohuan were also somewhat unnatural.

But Duanmuyan, who was immersed in excitement, didn't realize that he hurt three people at the same time with one sentence.

Instead, he continued to introduce with a frenzied look: "Before my teacher passed away, he once said a word to me——

【A real master of calligraphy is not good at brushwork, but creating artistic conception in calligraphy】! "

"Artistic conception?" Wu Tianxiong muttered to himself, half understanding.

"That's right! It's artistic conception!" Pointing at the words on the table, Duanmuyan said loudly: "The so-called artistic conception contains the full emotions of the writer when he wrote the pen, the content of the words, the content of the words.
What the writer entrusts between the lines is the sincere emotion he really wants to express to the recipient! "

"Love, emotion!" Wu Mohuan suddenly widened her eyes.

In her mind, Liang Mu's face appeared uncontrollably.

The originally peaceful breathing also became inexplicably chaotic.

Fortunately, everyone else at the scene was attracted by Duanmuyan's words, and did not notice Wu Mohuan's strangeness.

Hearing Duanmuyan's introduction, Wu Tianxiong looked at the calligraphy again.

After being reminded by Duanmuyan, he paid more attention to the content of the words.

That is to say, those four big characters——【Withered Wood Meets Spring】.

"Spring comes with a dead tree"

Wu Tianxiong chewed these four words, as if something flashed by in his heart, but he still couldn't catch it.

"Useless Lord Xiong, this word was not given to you, so you can't understand its meaning.

Even I can only see the scratches.

Only the object given by the writer can comprehend the true meaning of the word! "

As Duanmuyan said, he looked at Wu Mohuan.

He asked cautiously: "Excuse me, Miss Wu, which boss gave this to you?

Can, can you introduce me? "

Seeing the humble appearance of the man recognized in the calligraphy world, Wu Tianxiong and Wu Henan were dumbfounded at the same time.

Wu Henan couldn't help but ask: "Master Duanmu, can't you write such words with your strength?"

"Nonsense!" Duanmuyan rolled his eyes, "Forget comparing yourself with this boss, I have no comparison with him at all.

It is estimated that only my teacher can be compared with this person when he is alive again! "

"hiss--"

Wu Tianxiong and Wu Henan couldn't help but gasp.

They never thought that a piece of writing that looked ordinary could get such a high evaluation from Duanmuyan.

Who the hell is it that can write such a masterpiece that makes Duanmuyan even bow down?

For Wu Tianxiong, a deep calligraphy collector, the value of this calligraphy suddenly became different.

"Huan'er, do you want to send this handwriting of yours?"

Before Wu Tianxiong finished speaking, Wu Mohuan replied coldly: "No! No! Goodbye!"

After finishing speaking, Liang Mu quickly rolled up his words and rushed upstairs.

Only three people were left looking at each other dumbfounded.

In the room, Wu Mohuan stood by the window, looking at the words in his hand with a complicated expression.

Bai Xi's exhortation popped out again in his mind.

"When you go back, you must study it carefully, and then you will find out how powerful Mr. Liang is!"

Wu Mohuan, who originally dismissed these words, was as confused as a tangled thread.

"Spring comes with a dead tree"

She muttered to herself, as if she had lost her soul.

And Uncle Fu, who was in the garden, was looking at a pot of blooming flowers in front of him with a look of surprise.

"Damn it, how did I remember that this potted flower didn't bloom this season?"

(End of this chapter)