The realm of burying the pen [Quick Transmigration]

After dinner, Gu Yu was called by Lian Ruo to Lian Ruo's bedroom.

It was the first time to practice Ruo bedroom, and Gu Yu was very interesting to visit.

The layout of Lian Ruo's bedroom is not much different from hers, but it is full of the atmosphere of a scholar.

There was a faint scent of ink in the room, and the bookcases were full of books and various certificates and awards.

There is a calligraphy work on the wall directly behind the desk, with the four characters of "seeing the heart and seeing the nature" written in exquisite brushstrokes; on the wall directly opposite the bed is a black and white art photo, in which there is a woman with a beautiful eyebrow and Qingshan , A beautiful girl with double pupils and water cut.

The girl in the photo is about thirteen or fourteen years old, which matches Lian Ruo's age before the sores on her face, and the brilliance in her eyes is also the same as Lian Ruo's.

Gu Yu stopped under the photo and couldn't help asking: "... Lianlian, is this you?"

looks so beautiful...

Lian Ruo was taking out the copybook she used to practice calligraphy from the bookcase. When she heard Gu Yu's question, she looked up and was slightly startled. After a while, she replied softly, "...that's my wife."

"...I see. No wonder the eyes are so similar."

Accidentally touched on other people's sad things, Gu Yu smiled awkwardly, but thought in his heart: "If Lian regains her appearance, she must be as beautiful as her mother. She is so good-looking, but she is rejected by others because of sores and pus. This kind of psychological gap is not something ordinary people can bear, anyway, I can't help it..."

Gu Yu's admiration for Lian Ruo was even greater in his heart, and even the urgency to go back to his bedroom to practice calligraphy with the hope that it would end soon was somewhat dispelled.

She walked up to Lianruo, looked at the various copybooks in Lianruo's hands, and shouted exaggeratedly: "Lianlian, your experience doesn't mean that you practice with multiple copybooks alternately? If so... then you Just don't share it!"

"Then I might as well just hand you the copybook, why call you in?" Knowing that Gu Yu was playing tricks to amuse her, Lian Ruo walked to the desk with the copybook and greeted, "Ah Gu, come and sit down."

"Okay, come on!"

After Gu Yu sat down, Lian Ruo, who was standing beside her, opened a regular script copybook full of words and placed it on her left side.

Then, Lian Ruo opened a copybook full of words in regular script and placed it on her right side.

"The copybook on the left is the first copybook I wrote, and the copybook on the right is the last copybook I wrote. I have a lot of copybooks, but I only need these two to summarize my experience. , can you see the difference between them?"

After speaking, Lian Ruo put the rest of the copybooks in the lower right corner of the desk together.

Hearing this, Gu Yu lowered his head and observed.

I saw that the characters in the regular script copybook on the left are neat but rigid, completely copied from the copybook, just like the graffiti for beginners; while the characters in the regular script copybook on the right are free and easy, and they are no longer just imitated. , I can already feel the charm of the writer from the characters, just like a work of minor attainments.

Even a layman like Gu Yu can quickly distinguish the difference between the handwriting in the two copybooks, but she didn't answer politely, but looked up at Lian Ruo, and replied solemnly: "I didn't find the difference, but I did. what they have in common.”

Lian Ruo blinked blankly and asked, "What do you have in common?"

Seeing that Lianruo took the bait, Gu Yu smiled and said, "The words inside are better than mine!"

Gu Yu didn't lie, because of the pursuit of speed, the words she wrote on the Bailian post were still as scribbled and messy as ghosts, and it was precisely because Lian Ruo saw that her writing hadn't improved, she offered to submit a letter to her. She shares experiences.

The unexpected answer made Lian Ruo's ears turn red, she coughed lightly, and brought the topic back on track: "Look carefully, the difference lies in the words on the left and right copybooks."

Gu Yu stopped being funny and practiced, and said frankly: "The writing on the right is better than the one on the left."

"The copied copybooks are selected by famous masters. Why is there such a difference?"

"Because the right side was written after practicing for a long time!" Gu Yu answered without thinking.

"Wrong." Lian Ruo suddenly reached out and pulled out a running script copybook from the lower right corner of the desk, and spread it out, "This is the penultimate copybook I wrote. Look at the difference between it and the regular script copybook on the left." Are the words different?"

Gu Yu took a closer look and found that the words on this running script copybook still looked like a beginner's graffiti, so he couldn't help doubting: "Are you sure this is not the second one?"

"I'm sure it's the penultimate book." Lian Ruo put away the running script copybook and put it back to its original place.

"Why is there such a difference?" Gu Yu repeated the question that Lian Ruo had just asked her.

Lian Ruo put his hand on the pile of copybooks in the lower right corner of the desk, and sighed: "Because I kept copying and didn't understand the essence of writing, so many copybooks were wasted."

Hearing the implication of Lian Ruo's words, Gu Yu followed the words and asked, "What is the essence of writing?"

"The intention comes first in the pen, and the word comes after the heart."

"What do you mean?" She didn't understand.

"The pen is born from the heart. Only when you have the outline of the word in your heart can you write with ease."

Gu Yu frowned: "It's all related to calligraphy. How can a half-assed person like me reach the level you mentioned immediately. Do you have a more practical experience or method?"

"Yes." Lian Ruo nodded, "If you are practicing writing on a copybook, first observe the order of the strokes, memorize the shape of the characters, and then use the correct posture to move the brush coherently. It should be more effective than the previous method."

Gu Yu said ashamedly: "But my posture of holding the pen is not standard..." She didn't study it seriously when the teacher taught her before, and she didn't bother to change it later.

"I've seen it a long time ago." Lian Ruo opened the pen case on the desk, took out the pen and handed it to Gu Yu, "Hold it, and I'll correct it."

Gu Yu took the pen and held it according to his usual habits.

"The grip is too low, which affects the flexibility of the pen."

Gu Yu's hand moved up a little.

"Hold it too high, and the pen will not be stable, and your thumb will get sore after writing for a long time."

Gu Yu lowered his hand further down.

"too low…"

Move up.

"Too high…"

decline.

"Too low—"

"—Lian Lian, come and help me adjust it!"

Gu Yu gave up trying on his own, and asked for help from the side beside him.

"Yes..." Lian Ruo hesitated.

"You don't want to see me holding a pen all night..." Gu Yu pretended to be pitiful.

"…All right."

Lian Ruo leaned down, crossed Gu Yu's right arm with his right hand, and came to Gu Yu's right hand holding the pen.

Helping adjust the posture of holding the pen, it is inevitable to touch the skin of each other's hands, so Gu Yu's thoughts were interrupted, and he began to observe Lian Ruo's hands.

As expected of a teenage child's hands, slender, soft, white and tender, it doesn't look like her...

Gu Yu glanced at his hands, and suddenly straightened up proudly.

She wasn't bad in her teens either!

"All right."

Lian Ruo didn't notice Gu Yu's careful thinking, and after adjusting the pen holding posture for Gu Yu, she withdrew her hand.

Gu Yu switched back to the student mode of humbly being taught, and confirmed with the gesture of his hand: "Is it okay to hold it like this?"

"Yeah." Lian Ruo put down a clean white paper in front of Gu Yu, "You can write a word on it to feel it."

"Lian Lian is so enthusiastic about teaching me, of course I will write down Lian Lian's calligraphy."

Gu Yu swiped the pen and wrote a practice handwriting. It wasn't pretty, but it was much neater than usual.

"Okay, after learning the scriptures, I should go back to the bedroom and slowly ponder and practice in front of my copybook."

Gu Yu put the pen in his hand back into the pen case, closed the lid of the pen case, and stood up.

"Well, it's time for me to take a shower." Lian Ruo pointed sideways at the balcony, "If the French windows in your bedroom are unlocked, it will be faster to go back from the balcony."

Gu Yu had long wanted to experience the feeling of walking from the balcony of Lianruo's bedroom back to the balcony of her own bedroom. As soon as she heard Lianruo's suggestion, she happily responded, "Then I'll go from the balcony!"

With that said, she passed Lian Ruo and walked towards the balcony.

The moment she stepped onto the balcony, Gu Yu suddenly withdrew her feet, turned to Lian Ruo who was looking at her and asked, "Lian Lian, if you were born in an era where technology is advanced and you don't need to write by yourself, you will still insist on writing. Are you practicing calligraphy?"

Lian Ruo didn't know why Gu Yu made such a hypothesis, and just answered truthfully according to her inner thoughts at the moment: "Yes."

The question is hypothetical, and the answer is a resounding yes.

Gu Yu raised his eyebrows and continued to ask, "Why? Is there a reason?"

"For example... handwriting a love letter must be more sincere than printing a love letter. It doesn't matter whether it is written well or badly. All handwritten words can express the emotions and thoughts of the writer. Times will inevitably develop, but in In my opinion, the purer things can touch people's hearts, it has nothing to do with the era."

Pure things...?

Gu Yu only felt a flash of inspiration in his mind, but it disappeared before he could catch it.

So she withdrew her thoughts, and said again: "Thank you for your serious answer, Lianlian. I wish you good night in advance. I'm going back to practice calligraphy."

"OK, good night."

Gu Yu went back to her room from the balcony, washed up and sat down at the desk, but stared at the hundred-page post in front of her and didn't move.

"Should I start writing according to the method Lian Ruo told me?" Gu Yu was troubled, "Speed ​​and quality are incompatible. Originally, I just wanted to deal with her, and I could write whatever I should when I came back, but she made it clear. I regard it as a person who really wants to practice good calligraphy, and I didn't spend too much time, but I seem to have said everything that needs to be said..."

"However, if you still want to rush to work in the classroom in the future, I'm afraid it's not good not to follow her method... Anyway, that broken pen doesn't limit my task time, so let's try her method first."

After making up her mind, Gu Yu opened the copying paper of Bailiantie, observed and memorized the stroke order and shape of the next word she was going to write repeatedly.

"Sigh... I didn't expect that I, the wise one, would end up being a primary school student."