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"Extremely what?" Ye Ling put away the ink ingot and asked.

Jiang Shuying stepped forward to look at the ink that Ye Ling had ground, and said strangely: "No, why is the ink I usually grind out not as black or as shiny as the ink you grind, and why is the ink you grind? Still not dropping any ink particles?"

After speaking, Jiang Shuying picked up the ink ingot to look at it again, and murmured: "This is the kind of ink ingot I bought!"

Ye Ling pushed Jiang Shuying to the side and said, "Okay, help me carry the suitcase to my bedroom, and then take out all my clothes and iron them. As a reward, I can teach you how to grind ink. Jiang Shuying quickly confirmed Said: "Okay, you said it! "

"Okay, let's go!"

After driving Jiang Shuying into the bedroom, Ye Ling reached out and touched the rice paper, carefully feeling the thickness and smoothness of the rice paper.

Then I picked up the brush next to me and wrote a few simple strokes on the back of my hand to feel the texture of the brush, and then took the brush to find the feeling in my heart on the rice paper.

After all this was done, Ye Ling straightened the bristles of the brush one by one, and then began to put it in the inkstone pool to dip the ink that had just been sharpened for a while.

After dipping the ink, Ye Ling was just about to land the brush on the rice paper when he stopped suddenly.

He didn't know what to write for a while.

From studying ink to now, he had been on a whim. It was just that he wanted to try the master-level calligraphy drawn from the system after suddenly seeing the Four Treasures of the Study, so he didn't think about asking for anything from the very beginning.

"Or write a poem about my hometown!"

Thinking about it, Ye Ling picked up the brush and wrote vigorously on the rice paper: ""Bamboo Stone"!"

"Author: Ye Ling!"

"Stay firm on the green hills and not let go, the roots are originally in the broken rocks."

"Thousands of thousands of blows are still strong, Ren Er is wind from east, west, south and north."

After finishing writing, Ye Ling put down the brush in his hand, and looked at his favorite poem in the previous life, which was born in this world from his own hands, feeling indescribably proud in his heart.

There are many ancient poems he learned in his previous life, but this "Bamboo and Stone" can be called his favorite ancient poem, not one of them.

"It's a pity that the Four Treasures of the Study here are too inferior to perfectly write the strong and unyielding expression expressed in this ancient poem."

Ye Ling sighed, picked up the rice paper with dried ink, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash can at the door.

"Excuse me, Ye Ling, I gave you a pair of pants..."

As soon as Jiang Shuying came out full of apology, she saw Ye Ling crumpling the rice paper into a ball and throwing it into the trash can.

"You didn't write a word, did you?"

Jiang Shuying walked over in surprise, checked out the crumpled rice paper from the trash can, and said with a smile: "Your ink is so well polished, I want to see how the writing is, but don't be sorry for the good ink you grinded. ah!"

Speaking of which, Jiang Shuying spread out the rice paper in his hand, then walked to Ye Ling and put it on the table.

"Ye Ling, this...you wrote this?"

Jiang Shuying looked at Ye Ling's cheeks in shock. She couldn't imagine that a man in his twenties who hadn't even attended high school could write such good words.

At least in her opinion, Ye Ling's writing is better than that of the president of the Calligraphy Association.

"Have you finished reading it? Throw it away for me after reading it!"

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Chapter 48: Invited by the President of the Calligraphy Association [Second update, ask for flowers and praise]

"threw?"

Jiang Shuying looked at Ye Ling and said in a daze, "My God, Ye Ling, you are not sick, are you? You are going to throw away such a good word!"

"The pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the four treasures of the study, you are all inferior products. At most, you can only write seven points of the perseverance expressed in this ancient poem."

After finishing speaking, Ye Ling asked back: "Since you haven't even reached the full score, what are you doing?"

"no!"

Jiang Shuying was a little confused and said, "I bought this at a huge price on purpose, why is it a defective product among defective products?"

"The really good four treasures of the study have already been collected by others, and the ones on the market usually deceive fools like you." Ye Ling got up and walked into the bedroom after speaking.

He wanted to see what Jiang Shuying had done to his pants. Although Jiang Shuying didn't finish his sentence just now, he must have known something bad!

"You are an idiot, your whole family is an idiot, and your father-in-law is an idiot."

Jiang Shuying grumbled at Ye Ling very dissatisfied, and then looked at the "Bamboo Stone" on the rice paper and felt distressed.

What a beautiful picture, it was destroyed like this!

"No, I can't be alone when I feel distressed. Everyone needs to accompany me to feel distressed."

Thinking about it, Jiang Shuying took out his mobile phone to take a photo, posted it on Weibo and wrote: "I finally wrote a good handwriting, but I was ruined by some bastard!"

"Is this the pants you ironed for me?"

At this time, Ye Ling also came out with a pair of pants with holes in them.

Jiang Shuying put down his phone and was stunned for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he immediately smiled and took the pants from Ye Ling's hand aside, and said seriously: "Buy, I will buy you ten pairs tomorrow, and I will pay for them."

how about it? "

Ye Ling glanced at her, and couldn't say anything more, but urged: "Hurry up, iron the rest of my clothes, and then we'll go eat."

"Sorry, sir, rest, I'll go and iron your clothes."

As Jiang Shuying said, he carefully put away the rice paper on the table, then walked to Ye Ling's bedroom, and heaved a sigh of relief after closing the door.

She just stole Ye Ling's achievements and posted the words written by Ye Ling on Weibo saying that she wrote them herself. It would be embarrassing if Ye Ling found out.

Fortunately, Ye Ling didn't register on Weibo, so he usually doesn't read Weibo.

But she forgot that Ye Ling left her name on that ancient poem.

At 08:30 in the evening, Ye Ling and Jiang Shuying had just returned from eating out when they saw an old man jump out of the door and stop in front of them.

"President, why are you here?" Jiang Shuying looked at Ye Ling again as he spoke, wondering if Ye Ling invited him.

After all, in her opinion, Ye Ling's calligraphy is so good that it is not impossible to invite Zhao Zhongde, the president of the Calligraphy Association.

Ye Ling shrugged, he didn't even know who the old man in front of him was.

Zhao Zhongde looked at Ye Ling and said, "This is the author of "Bamboo and Stone", Ye Ling, my friend!"

Ye Ling looked at Jiang Shuying upon hearing this, but Jiang Shuying also looked blank.

"President, he is Ye Ling, but how did you know that!" Jiang Shuying wondered.

Zhao Zhongde explained with a smile: "The author's name is written on the Weibo picture you posted!"

"what?"

Jiang Shuying quickly took out his mobile phone and opened Weibo to look at it. Sure enough, he saw the word "author Ye Ling" written on the picture, and the comments under Weibo were even more exciting.

"Jiang Shuying, please tell me loudly how to pronounce the word Yegou."

"Jiang Shuying, read to me aloud: Yegou."

"Let me tell you, I wrote a good handwriting. Although it was written by my husband, but my husband doesn't have Weibo, so I wrote it."

"But having said that, I didn't realize that Ye Gou is so powerful and can write such good calligraphy. It feels much better than the calligraphy and paintings my husband spent a lot of money on."

"It's a pity that there are many creases on the rice paper. If Jiang Shuying said that it was destroyed, it's the creases!"

"Compared with words, I appreciate this poem more. Bamboo and stone are used to express the tenacious and unyielding attitude towards life, which is easy to understand and has profound meaning."

"Oh, how could I forget this, it's getting too big!" Jiang Shuying turned off Weibo with a blushing face, and turned to look at Ye Ling.

But Ye Ling ignored her at all, just looked at Zhao Zhongde and asked, "I don't know what the old man is doing here?"

"Little friend Ye Ling speaks quickly, no wonder he can write such good characters and poems."

Zhao Zhongde smiled, and said again: "It's just that little friend Ye Ling won't invite my old bone to sit in?"

Ye Ling looked at him for a while, nodded and said, "Shuying, open the door and ask the old man to come in and have a seat."

"Oh!"

Jiang Shuying responded in a low voice, took out the key to open the door and said, "President, please!"

After entering the door, the three of them sat down in the living room, Zhao Zhongde didn't hide and said, "I'm here this time mainly to appreciate the authentic work of little friend Ye Ling with my own eyes." Jiang Shuying looked at Ye Ling and wondered whether he should take out the rice paper .

Ye Ling nodded and said: "Take it out and show it to the old man. The old man in the province is so old, it's still a waste of time."

"Then I'll get it!"

Jiang Shuying returned to her bedroom, carefully took out the rice paper, and put it on the table.

Zhao Zhongde pushed up his glasses, and then looked with a magnifying glass.

"Okay, the writing is good, the handwriting is round and full, and the writing is like a god's help. Every stroke, swipe, and swipe shows a tenacious attitude just right, which can be called penetrating.

—ZX”

—Jj.Zhao Zhongde said excitedly while looking at it: "From the perspective of tendons, bones, shape, meaning, composition, and layout, it is even more perfect. It's a pity that there are creases on it, otherwise this word can definitely be passed down through the ages. .”

When Jiang Shuying heard what Zhao Zhongde said, he glared at Ye Ling without thinking, if Ye Ling hadn't crumpled up the word and threw it into the trash can.

How could there be creases on such a good picture!

Listening to Zhao Zhongde's comments, Ye Ling felt a little disappointed, not for himself, but for the Calligraphy Association.

He didn't expect Zhao Zhongde, as the president of the Calligraphy Association, to have such a narrow vision, he didn't realize that the creases are the finishing touch of this painting.

Thinking of this, Ye Ling immediately got up to see off the guests and said, "Mr., it's getting late. Shuying and I are ready to rest. If you have nothing else to do, you can go back!"

"Something's wrong!"

Zhao Zhongde put down the magnifying glass in his hand, and said hastily: "Young friend Ye Ling, apart from looking at your authentic works, I also want to invite you to join our Calligraphy Association and become the vice president of our association."

"Sorry, I have no interest in joining the Calligraphy Association. If you have nothing to do, old man, then I will send you off!"

PC: Kneeling for flowers and praise votes for rewards.

Chapter 49: Teaching Jiang Shuying to study ink [third update, asking for flowers]

"Ye Ling, are you crazy?"

Jiang Shuying looked at Ye Ling in shock, completely unable to understand what kind of trick Ye Ling was playing.

You must know that this is the position of the vice president of the Calligraphy Association. Once Ye Ling agrees to take it, he will definitely become a high-ranking person in Kyoto.

Even if they broke up with Wang Zhonglei at that time, Wang Zhonglei would never dare to touch him easily.

Ye Ling shook his head and said, "It's not that I'm crazy, it's that I'm an ordinary person, how can I take on this responsibility!"

"Mr., this junior is grateful for your attention, but it is indeed going to live up to your high expectations!"

"Old man, please, the younger generation won't give too much!" Ye Ling stretched out his hand to see the guests off.

"Little friend Ye Ling, this is not a trivial matter after all. I hope you will think about it carefully. The position of vice president of our Calligraphy Association will always be reserved for you." Zhao Zhongde persuaded cautiously.

He is old and not in good health, and urgently needs to find someone to replace him as the president of the Calligraphy Association, so after seeing Ye Ling's calligraphy, he came here at night.The purpose is to see with my own eyes whether Ye Ling's authentic work is the same as the one in the photo, and to examine Ye Ling's character.

It is obvious that the real work is much better than the photos, and the character can also be seen from the handwriting, tenacious, strong and unyielding, definitely a person worthy of entrustment.

But what he never expected was that Ye Ling rejected him.

Ye Ling walked to the door and opened it, "Old man, Shuying and I are going to rest, please go!"

Zhao Zhongde walked to the door and sighed: "Little friend Ye Ling, I won't say much, Shuying is also a member of our association, she will tell you the benefits of becoming the vice president of the calligraphy association, I just want you to be cautious. Consider it."

"Goodbye, old sir!"

After Ye Ling sent Zhao Zhongde out, he immediately closed the door, looked at Jiang Shuying and said, "You don't need to persuade me anymore, I won't join."

"Why?"

Jiang Shuying frowned and explained: "Ye Ling, do you know that becoming the vice president of the Calligraphy Association will bring not only money, but also a change in status. Even if you and Wang Zhonglei break up, he will Don't dare to touch you."

Ye Ling looked at the phone, walked over and said with a smile: "It's not even nine o'clock yet, let me teach you how to grind ink!"

"What ink are you studying, Ye Ling, have you listened to me!" Jiang Shuying was about to go crazy!

How many people want to be the vice president of the Calligraphy Association but can't do it? Why is Ye Ling so stubborn that he doesn't want to be the vice president!

"I didn't listen!" Ye Ling looked at her lightly, and said in a flat tone, "Are you still learning?"

"I……"

Jiang Shuying opened his mouth, and his tone weakened involuntarily: "Learn!"

"Take this inkstone to clean it."

"Oh, let me put away your picture first."