The Young Urban Doctor

At this time, the staff walked in with a few very nice old people.

"Please let me, okay?" The staff politely said to the tourists standing in front of him: "These are the veterans of the calligraphy world, they want to come in and have a look.

There is no need for special reminders from the staff. When a group of elderly people with big aura come in, many people automatically give way for them.

When these people came in, Liu Hongwei just glanced at them blankly, his eyes continued to fall on Luo Ziling's words.

"Lao Liu, what's the matter?" The old man walking in the front looked at Liu Hongwei with a dazed look, "Someone actually challenged you?"

However, after seeing the picture written by Luo Ziling on the table, he was also shocked, and could not say anything afterwards.

The eyes of the other old men immediately fell on the words written by Luo Ziling and never moved away.

For a while, the old man walking in front asked aloud, "Who wrote this?"

"I wrote it," Luo Ziling replied with a smile, "it's just a joke in a moment of anger."

After Luo Ziling finished speaking, he said to Ouyang Feifei: "Do you like it? If you like it, I will give it to you!"

"Of course I like it," Ouyang Feifei said, ignoring that the old men were still looking carefully, and immediately stepped forward and put away the words that had already dried.

When Ouyang Feifei was about to roll up that set of characters, several old men who were looking closely immediately responded.

"You can't take this character!" The old man walking in front ignored how beautiful Ouyang Feifei was, and yelled directly at her: "Let's enjoy it."

"No," Ouyang Feifei hummed like a naughty girl, and then grabbed the word very quickly.

Luo Ziling helped her a bit, and before those people could come and grab it, he handed the words to Ouyang Feifei.

"Wang Qing," Ouyang Feifei called out to the back of the crowd.

Wang Qing, who followed up secretly, walked over immediately after answering, and took the handwriting written by Luo Ziling from Ouyang Feifei.

Before letting them look, the old man and Liu Hongwei, who had been hit hard, looked stunned.

"I don't know if this gentleman respects his surname," the old man who walked in with him was the first to react. After he bowed his hand to Luo Ziling, he said: "We have indeed seen someone who can write such a hand-written script, but I have never seen someone as young as you who can write such good words."

"Under Luo Ziling," Luo Ziling was not rude when he saw the old man's extraordinary bearing. "My ancestor was in the nearby Loujia Village, but he grew up outside of town."

The old man looked at Luo Ziling in surprise. He had never heard of this person, so he didn't know Luo Ziling's name at all.

However, after taking a few serious glances at the appearance of Luo Ziling and Ouyang Feifei, the shocked expression on his face faded slightly.

He whispered a few words to the staff around him, and the staff nodded, immediately greeted other companions, and persuaded the onlookers to go outside.

When the staff persuaded the tourists to go out, the old man walked up to Luo Ziling, looked up and down a few times, and then introduced himself: "I am Li Mingcheng from Yuezhou. I copied Wang Youjun's "Lanting Preface" for many years. Unfortunately, so After many years of copying, I’m not at your level. If you can let us look at your words again, we are surprised to see it today. By the way, they are all masters of calligraphy."

Seeing that the other party was so sincere, Luo Ziling looked at Ouyang Feifei a little embarrassed.

After thinking for a while, Ouyang Feifei ordered Wang Qing, who was standing aside and waiting quietly, to let her take out the copybook that had been received.

Without saying a word, Wang Qing took out the carefully collected copybook and reposted it to the case.

So a group of old men and Liu Hongwei stood aside, put on reading glasses, and carefully looked at the words written by Luo Ziling.

After watching for a while, the old man named Li Mingcheng straightened up and sighed: "I can understand. Every word of you is not necessarily better than others, but you have merged your aura into the words. If I didn't expect it wrong, did you make this picture in one go?"

Unexpectedly, his writing style was seen by the other party, Luo Ziling was surprised, but did not deny it.

"Awesome, the works written by young people can have such a momentum, it's amazing," Li Mingcheng gave Luo Ziling a thumbs up, "It's so beautiful, it makes people look amazed."

After reading it, several other people also agreed with Li Mingcheng's statement.

If Luo Ziling's words are taken out and analyzed one by one, it is indeed not the best in running script, it can only be said that he has a relatively deep foundation.

However, when copying the works of predecessors, most people have a reverent mentality, so there is no way to express that confidence in the lines. Luo Ziling's writing completely reveals his self-confidence, and his writing is very imposing, similar to Mao Weiren's work style.

Anyone who studies calligraphy knows that many works are valuable in momentum.

If you have no momentum, even if you write every word well, the whole text will not give people a feeling of momentum.

Therefore, these elders immersed in calligraphy were very surprised after seeing Luo Ziling's works. They felt that when they copied the works, they did not have such a momentum at all.

They also don’t know that if they can write such a style of running script, the regular script skills must be very good.

"Thank you for the compliment of the predecessors," Luo Ziling thanked Li Mingcheng, "I have studied calligraphy with my grandfather since I was a child, but now I like to add my own style to it, writing as a kind of enjoyment, I like to write a good one in one breath. ."

"Xiaoyou Luo, can the old man make a request?"

"any request?"

"Can you give this work of yours to Lanting?"

"No," Ouyang Feifei replied on behalf of Luo Ziling, "this is a work for me."

"I'm really sorry," Luo Ziling could only express his apologies.

Li Mingcheng looked at Luo Ziling~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and looked at Ouyang Feifei again, and changed his statement: "Could you please write another copy of Luo Xiaoyou and stay here?"

"Ziling, you must keep your works in Lanting, and you must find a way to put your grandpa's works here." Seeing the other party say this, Ouyang Feifei hurriedly attached to Luo Ziling's ear and woke up softly.

After listening to Ouyang Feifei's reminder, Luo Ziling was taken aback for a moment, and instantly understood what Ouyang Feifei meant.

This woman is still thinking of ways to build momentum for the Luo family, wanting to make their reputation even stronger in the land of Yuezhou.

If everyone thinks that the Luo family is connected with the upper echelons, the resources are unlimited, and the family has a style of writing, then they will be respected in all aspects. Ouyang Feifei wanted to make the Luo family extraordinary in every respect.

Today, Ouyang Feifei went uncharacteristically, competing with an old man practicing calligraphy, and finally attracted so many big names in the calligraphy circle. It was really well-intentioned. This woman is really not simple, and Luo Ziling took a further look at her.

Marrying such a woman as a wife is actually really good.

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