I have crossed the [entertainment circle]

Jian Yan said that when Xi was the emperor in his previous life, his words were more than ten thousand gold, but when he was full of energy and ink, he never imagined that one day he would have an adventure from a thousand years ago to a thousand years later, and after the adventure, he would have to He writes to criticize.

But after transmigrating, Jian Yanxi is not as resistant to these things as most people imagined—mainly because resistance is useless, and it is just to cause trouble for himself, and it is often easy to do bad things like this.

So when Mr. Lian Yunchan invited him to write a picture on the spot, Jian Yanxi readily accepted it. It happened that Mr. Cheng was also practicing calligraphy, and there were ready-made things in the study room. Xi chose a hard pen for himself, and Mr. Lian couldn't help nodding in his heart when he saw it——

Brushes for cursive writing are generally divided into hard and soft brushes. Generally, young people like to choose soft brushes because they want to be relaxed, but they don’t know that in ancient times, there were no soft brushes such as wool, and they were all hard.Practicing cursive calligraphy with bristles is difficult to form in the early stage, but it is quite good for the exercise of wrist strength and the formation of strokes. Nowadays, many cursive scripts in China are used to choosing bristles.

Although this is just a small detail, it can be seen that this kid is at least used to it very well.

Master Lian was satisfied in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face.Standing beside Han Shen, Han Zhaonan curled his lips and looked at Jian Yanxi. He didn't expect this person to put on a show. It was fine to read that Beiyan history book before, but now he dares to make a fool of himself in front of everyone who deserves calligraphy in China. stupid……

Thinking of Jian Yanxi's methods before, Han Zhaonan paused in his heart, and silently swallowed the word stupid back to his heart, thinking that even if Jian Yanxi was not stupid, he definitely had a high opinion of himself.

He was sure that Jian Yanxi would make a fool of himself later, so he stared at Jian Yanxi without blinking his eyes, only to see his five jade-like fingers holding the black writing brush, his wrist bent down slightly, and his whole body suddenly changed , quite a pretentious look.

real or fake?

Han Zhaonan frowned slightly, and saw that Jian Yanxi wrote the pen without any overthinking at all. After tapping the ink and writing the pen, his wrist sank, and a big stroke jumped out of the paper, and then the pen was completed in one go. From nothing to something, it was done in one go without even leaving a chance for people to breathe——

bounty happiness?

Is this over?

Han Zhaonan blinked and couldn't believe it. He couldn't tell the good from the bad when he looked at the four characters. He just thought the shape was good-looking. It seemed to be a little more imposing than the one that Han Yi auctioned off at a big price on Mr. Han's birthday last year.

Han Zhaonan turned his head, and before he could see the expression on Jian Yanxi's face, he heard his uncle, who would not easily praise others, praise in a low voice: "Good words."

He looked up a little, and saw Han Shen's mouth with a rare sincere smile, looking at Jian Yanxi with admiration, Han Zhaonan's mouth twitched, feeling a little uncomfortable for no reason.

Is it that good...

Over there, Mr. Lian was much more excited than Han Shen. He pushed Jian Yanxi to the side of the desk without noticing it. His eyesight was not very good, so he took the lens in his coat pocket and looked closely at the rice paper. He kept saying: "This... really is a good word... A Yuan is right, it is quite a legacy of Jane Zhen, no, it is not a legacy of Jane Zhen, it is simply—"

Simply the same!

This exactly does not mean imitation!You must know that in painting and calligraphy, imitation is the most inferior skill. It is difficult to draw bones when painting tigers and skins. The shape of a person's brush strokes is easy to imitate, but the momentum is the most difficult to inherit. In short, Xi wrote just now " Blessings like the East China Sea" are like borrowing the hands of Emperor Jianzhen of the Holy Spirit. Among them, the atmosphere is vigorous, and it is a bit more majestic than the general cursive script. Too much.

It's just that the strokes are still a little immature, but as long as you practice hard, you can definitely crush all the cursive script masters in China today, okay?

Mr. Lian's eyes became wild instantly, and he grabbed Jian Yanxi's naturally hanging arm, looked up at this overly good-looking young man, and said excitedly: "Little friend, would you like to learn calligraphy from me?"

Jian Yanxi, who is called a child: "..."

Sorry, I'm not very willing.

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On the second day, Han's old house.

The old house of the Han family is located in the east of the imperial capital. It is the foundation laid down by the ancestors of the Han family in the last century. Now only Mr. Han and the uncle of the Han family, Han Qiao, live in it. Just watch the old man have another meal.

Today coincided with the middle of the month, Han Yi brought Fang Yao, Han Yuliang, Han Yudong, and Han Xinyi back to the old house early in the morning, but saw Han Zhaonan in the garden outside the old house, with a cigarette in his mouth but not lit, carelessly helping the old man water the flowers.

Han Yi's face darkened uncontrollably for a moment, and he asked, "When did you come?"

Han Zhaonan glanced at him, sneered, and threw the kettle into an empty flowerpot next to him with a sound of "Deng", folded his arms and said, "Last night. Why didn't you inform me that you were going back to the old school today?" Home?” Glancing at Fang Yao and the others behind him, he raised his eyebrows and said, “You don’t want me to come?”

Han Yi choked, wishing he could slap the unfilial son, but he held back and said reluctantly, "Isn't it normal for you to inform me of something that you don't live at home?"

"It's an excuse," Han Zhaonan said with a smile: "China Mobile and China Unicom should cry to death."

Fang Yao next to her was wearing a light yellow overcoat. Seeing that the two father and son were about to fight again, she was afraid that the noise would be too loud and would make trouble in front of the old man and Han Qiao, so she hurriedly pulled Han Yi's sleeve, and said with a smile to Han Zhaonan: " Anan, it's my aunt's fault, I forgot to inform you, it's none of your father's business, don't blame him, okay?"

"You forgot?" Han Zhaonan seemed to see Fang Yao now, and suddenly realized: "Yes, you are busy cleaning Han Yudong's butt, such trivial things must have been forgotten."

Fang Yao's expression changed: "A'nan, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean by me?" Han Zhaonan was even more certain in his heart that Han Yudong had found the crooked gangsters in Wang Jue's club before, and Fang Yao definitely participated in the ending, so he sneered and looked past Fang Yao and Han Yi Rudian looked at the indifferent Han Yudong, and said coldly: "I'm just saying, my life is nothing, anyway, even going to college is paid for by myself, no better than your baby Yudong, who is a senior in high school this year. It won’t be long before the college entrance examination, right? If something happens and you end up like me, I’m afraid it won’t make you too happy.”

"What do you want to do?" His words were low and gloomy, the threat was already on the surface, and he didn't have the slightest scruples in front of his own biological father. Han Yi was furious immediately, his chest heaved unsteadily, he was already extremely angry, and he gritted his teeth He said viciously: "It really is a scoundrel who has no father, no brothers, no brothers in his eyes! Yu Dong But, how did he offend you, you want to be so vicious?"

Han Zhaonan had no ups and downs in his heart, and smiled coldly: "You are wrong, not only do I have no father, no brother, no brother, I don't even have a mother." Han Yi turned around and left with his slippers on.

The old house is much quieter than the garden. All kinds of quaint furniture or decorations have a history of hundreds or thousands of years. The hall is quiet, and occasionally there is a little movement in the kitchen. It is the two nannies who are whispering something , Uncle Han Shen should be working in the room, and the old man and uncle Han Qiao seem to be talking in the study on the third floor.

Soon, this quiet old house will be noisy again.

In such silence, Han Zhaonan suddenly remembered the sentence Jian Yanxi said before, "You are the only child of the Han family whose family tree is listed", and walked up to the third floor lightly as if he was out of control.

He lived in the old house for a while when he was a child. Although he left here at the age of six on the grounds of a hunger strike, he was still very familiar with the layout of the old house and was very sensitive. He soon arrived outside the study door. He did not make a sound, revealing Passing through the half-hidden door, I saw Mr. Han and Han Qiao, the uncle of the Han family, sitting opposite each other inside.

His grandfather and his uncle, the only two people in the entire Han family who cared about him.

Mr. Han is old, he is 80 years old this year, but his body is still very strong, his beard and hair are all white, and he is not as gentle and kind as ordinary old people, but his whole body is still as sharp as a sharp sword; The reason for entering politics is a little more round and gentle, which is exactly the opposite of Mr. Han's temperament.

The voices of the two were not too loud, Han Zhaonan stood outside the door with an indifferent face, and just could hear him, only to hear Mr. Han asking: "Have you really decided to officially take Baizhou to you?"

Han Qiao nodded his head: "He's 24 this year, and it's no shame to be outside. Take some time at the end of the year to enter the genealogy. After the official name change, let's live in."

"That child is astute." Mr. Han nodded: "Although my mother was almost born, but fortunately she has passed away, so the impact is not great." You may agree to allow an illegitimate child to enter the gate of the Han family, do you really think about it?"

"There's nothing else to think about."

"It's a pity, Anan. I thought that even if you didn't get married, you would adopt Anan under your name..."

"No matter what, Anan is still the son of the second brother. Father and son's nature comes first. How could I be so thoughtful?" Han Qiao's mouth curled up, and he said kindly, "Dad, you think too much."

Mr. Han glared at him angrily: "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking! What father-son nature, if you really want to adopt Anan, will you care about this? Besides, when did the second child treat Anan as his own son? You're just still thinking about what happened back then, about Anan..." Mr. Han gritted his teeth and couldn't say anything, and said with a cold snort: "Mother Anan has been away for so many years, let the past go, You can be dissatisfied with Anan, but Anan is always a serious child of the Han family and my serious grandson, so don't use those tricks on him!"

Han Zhaonan's two fingers twitched together, everything seemed to reappear, the scene 14 years ago was staged again, and he was only six years old standing outside the study door, listening to the vicious curse from the mouth of his uncle who loved him so much , that look of wanting to die...

The memory is fresh.

It's really fresh in my memory.

Han Zhaonan sneered, and Han Qiao in the study also said: "Anan since he was a child, when did I use tricks on him? Although he is not my son, there is no doubt that the second brother's son is your grandson, Han The [-]% of the shares are in his hands, and I am protecting them, which is enough for him to live a life of peace and happiness without worrying about food and clothing."

"You just need to remember." Old Man Han snorted coldly, "I just hope that after I die, Anan will still have a place to live."

"Don't worry, Han Yuliang and Han Yudong won't make any waves."

Han Zhaonan took a step back, his heart was cold, but unexpectedly calm, he turned and left the door of the study.

But after Han Zhaonan left, Han Qiao inside the door turned his eyes to the direction he left, and old man Han's voice came from behind, unexpectedly a little old: "You deliberately let him hear this, you are really cruel."

Han Qiao came back sideways again, swallowed the hatred in his throat, and said: "Bai Zhou will be recognized soon, he will see his situation clearly earlier, so that he can sit safely where he should sit, and there is nothing wrong with it." think."