What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

After Lao Guan finished speaking, several old men looked at Xiao Han.

There was desire in his eyes.

This is Xiao Han’s new work. I get excited just thinking about it.

They don't require a long article; a short poem will do.

For a moment, the room was silent, with only the occasional gasp being heard.

Xiao Han looked around, saw the serious expressions of the elders, and was the first to speak to break the silence.

"Of course I can. Works are written to be read by others. You are all well-known figures in the circle. This work can be shown to others for their comments. This is a rare opportunity."

As he spoke, Xiao Han pulled out a chair and walked straight to the tea table next to him.

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstone here.

This private room is Lao Guan’s private room, where he often receives friends from the circle.

When people are drunk, naturally they can't help but write something to express their feelings.

Xiao Han spread out the rice paper and took a brush and held it in his hand.

Close your eyes and pretend to be in deep thought.

In fact, he had already opened the Tang and Song poems in his backpack, ready to take out a famous piece.

The elderly people treated him with sincerity, and he should repay them with all his strength.

Which one should I pick out? Flipping through the pages, Xiao Han was a little confused.

Until he turned a page and his eyes lit up.

This poem fits his recent experience perfectly, that's it.

Xiao Han opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in them, and his whole body was filled with confidence.

Lao Guan and others were watching eagerly from the side.

When he saw Xiao Han open his eyes, his expression was shocked.

It looks like it has.

Under the gaze of everyone, Xiao Han dipped the ink and began to paint on the paper.

Lao Guan and the others stretched their heads to look, but because they were afraid of disturbing Xiao Han's thoughts, they stood a little far away and could not see the words on the paper clearly.

All you can see is Xiao Han's writing moving like a dragon, with his movements so graceful and elegant.

"Old Xu, what do you think Xiao Han would write? It doesn't look like a short poem."

Lao Guan asked softly in Lao Xu's ear, he was really curious.

"It's definitely not short. I'm counting. He has already written seven or eight lines. But that's not what I'm curious about. Did you notice that there's something wrong with the calligraphy Xiao Han used this time? It doesn't seem to be a common type."

Old Xu touched his chin, trying hard to suppress his drunkenness, and squinted his eyes to watch Xiao Han's movements.

After he reminded them, Lao Guan and the others also looked carefully.

Looking at the trajectory of Xiao Han's pen, several people were stunned.

As senior members of the literary circle, they also have considerable attainments in calligraphy.

They have studied all the current mainstream calligraphy fonts, and the one Xiao Han is using now is clearly not one of the ones they know.

It can’t be another new creation!

Thinking of the new font style that Xiao Han had just announced not long ago, their hearts tightened.

No way, can calligraphy be created so easily?

However, the Jincao that Xiao Han had submitted before was still under evaluation and approval, so it was not impossible that there would be new ones.

This time it was even more wanton, and from a distance it was impossible to tell what the words were.

"It seems to be a new type of calligraphy. I just compared it and there is no record of this type of calligraphy."

Lao Zhang, who is the most accomplished in calligraphy among the few people, spoke in a solemn tone.

Although he was unwilling to believe it, Xiao Han was a person who was good at creating miracles and breaking the rules.

After hearing this, Lao Guan and the others watched more seriously. They might be witnessing history.

Here, Xiao Han wielded his brush and lines of words appeared on the paper.

If you look carefully, you will find that the title of the poem is "The Road is Hard".

Under the influence of alcohol, Xiao Han spoke frankly.

After a moment, he let out a long breath, put down his pen and stood up.

"Please appreciate this song "The Road Is Hard"~"

As he spoke, Xiao Han put down his brush and stepped aside.

Lao Guan and others, who had been unable to wait any longer, rushed forward, all wanting to be the first to see it.

"Please let me look first. I am familiar with calligraphy, but you guys can't understand this~"

Lao Zhang shouted loudly and squeezed forward.

When they ran closer, Lao Guan and the others were a little dumbfounded when they looked at the words on the paper.

What is written here?

If they didn't know that Xiao Han couldn't fool them, they would have thought it was someone's prank graffiti at first glance.

I don't understand~

There was no other choice but to let Lao Zhang in.

Let's let the professionals take a look at this, this is really beyond their understanding.

Old Zhang finally came forward and looked at the fonts on the table. He felt like he had found a treasure.

Sure enough, his guess was correct, Xiao Han really came up with a new kind of calligraphy.

This was the first time he had seen this kind of calligraphy, and he could already tell that it was extraordinary.

This is a new structure that is different from the traditional regular style.

The structure is simple and the strokes are continuous, yet there is a pattern to follow.

"Good, good handwriting. What is the name of Xiao Han's font? Is it also your original creation?"

Old Zhang raised his head and looked at Xiao Han excitedly.

The strokes of this font are continuous and winding, lively and flying, running and unrestrained, as if galloping unrestrainedly and rushing thousands of miles.

It is the perfect vehicle to express your feelings.

"This is called Kuangcao, which is also a type of cursive script. It comes from the same school as the one I used before, but this one is more unrestrained."

Facing everyone's inquiring gazes, Xiao Han gave a brief introduction.

Is it called Kuangcao? It is indeed his original creation.

What’s wrong with this kid’s brain? Is font design that simple?

Lao Zhang is a little skeptical about his research over the years. Maybe this is God's gift.

There is really no comparison.

Old Zhang shook his head, suppressing his wishful thinking.

He leaned over and continued to admire Xiao Han's masterpiece.

He identified carefully based on his experience, while Lao Guan and others were looking at him eagerly.

Now it's up to him. After trying for a long time, they just can't recognize it.

"Old Zhang, please read it to us quickly. Are you trying to drive us crazy?"

Lao Xu was getting so angry that he reached out and poked Lao Zhang.

"Don't worry, I'm just studying it. This font is hard to recognize if you're not familiar with it. You see, they're all connected together. How can you recognize it if you don't look carefully?"

Lao Zhang turned around, rolled his eyes, and continued to study.

"Are you capable of this? If not, get out of the way. I've been studying it for so long and I can't even recognize its name."

Lao Xu was so unreasonable that he was really anxious.

"Come on if you can do it, it's not that easy."

Lao Zhang became a little impatient with what he said and turned around and retorted angrily.

"Okay, both of you stop arguing. Lao Zhang's professionalism is still fine, but this may be really difficult. Let's let Xiao Han, the creator, come. I really can't wait any longer."

Lao Guan stepped forward and pulled the two apart, then waved to Xiao Han.

"Xiao Han, you should come in person. We really can't figure out this new font."

They didn't care about being embarrassed now, they just wanted to see what Xiao Han had written.

Xiao Han kept smiling and looking at the elderly people quietly.

He forgot that no one in this world can understand cursive calligraphy.

If you don't understand it, it's like reading a book written in heaven.