"Okay, great!" Liu Na clenched her little fist and waved vigorously, "I am looking forward to Mr. An's plan more and more. Sign the contract first!"

"No problem!" An Ran smiled.

Just kidding, Brother Li’s masterpiece has been passed down through the ages, and normal people should be able to hear the difference.

Fortunately, these people are not old-timers from the Music Association, telling lies with their eyes open.

A wonderful lyric like "When will the bright moon come" has been changed in a different way and with a different name, and it can't even be ranked as the best lyricist.

Others in the conference room were also very excited. Not to mention other things about this poem, these four lines alone seemed heroic and majestic, showing off the unruly Jianghu spirit.

These are just the first four sentences, the rest should be more exciting.

Liu Na and An Ran went out to work on the contract, and no one else left. They were all waiting here for the next step.

Soon, An Ran signed the contract and came back with Liu Na.

As soon as she entered the door, Liu Na was stunned for a moment, "Why haven't you left yet?"

The ponytail man smiled and said: "Aren't you waiting to hear the next few words from Teacher An?"

Liu Na laughed "haha" and said, "You are quite anxious!"

She turned her head and said: "Teacher An, how about you finish writing now?"

An Ran also became interested.

He geared up and said, "Okay, but this poem needs to be written with a brush. A fountain pen can't create that kind of momentum!"

The ponytail man was surprised, "Teacher An, do you know calligraphy?"

But when I think about it, it’s not surprising that people who like ancient elegance have more or less studied calligraphy.

An Ran waved her hand, "I can't say I understand, it's just a hobby!"

A person next to me said: "I'm going to buy pens, ink, paper and inkstones!"

They don't usually need these things, and the company is not prepared.

I'm saying that these things that most people use are not good quality. If they want to be used by Teacher An, naturally they cannot use ordinary goods.

The man came back within a few minutes of leaving. There was a stationery store downstairs.

He doesn’t know what’s good or bad, so he just picks out the most expensive ones to buy.

Just these four things, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, cost three thousand.

An Ran took it and took a look. Although this brush was not of high quality, it was in pretty good condition on the market.

Really good brushes should be collected and protected, and no one would be willing to sell them.

First find clean water, soak the brush, and wait until the tip of the brush is soaked.

The creative impulse that has been brewing in An Ran's chest has reached its highest point.

Calligraphy creation is actually about managing a piece of paper.

When there is no creative desire and passion, the things written are often just the same.

Fortunately, the poem "Xia Ke Xing" has a strong visual sense. An Ran recited it silently twice in his heart and was full of creative impulse!

Liu Na was already interested and started studying ink beside her.

An Ran took a look and was a little surprised.

Liu Na is an expert!

When grinding ink, press and push it evenly in a certain direction, and the entire ink block will grind in an elliptical pattern from far to near in the inkstone over and over again.

Use just the right amount of force on your wrist, keep the ink block vertical to the inkstone, don’t rush or slow!

The ink on the inkstone forms a uniform and delicate black halo!

An Ran gave a thumbs up, "I didn't realize that Mr. Liu is actually an expert!"

Liu Na pursed her lips and smiled, "My dad usually likes these things, so I learned a lot from them!"

An Ran nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Pick up the pen, dip it in thick ink, close your eyes...

After a few seconds, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Everyone saw him splashing ink and moving his pen like flying.

Each tense font appears on the paper.

There are many calligraphy enthusiasts here, but everyone is a little confused. This character... doesn't seem to be any font they know.

It looks like the foundation of running script, but it is more sharp and polished than running script.

The strokes between the strokes are like swords, and the frames between the characters are like pine and cypress branches. They have a proud and unyielding momentum that would rather break than bend.

In terms of calligraphy, they like it, but on a deeper level, they can't say much about it.

But when this word is written, the first impression gives people that it is not round enough and too tough.

The writing is free and smooth, and some words are even as powerful as martial arts moves.

Overall, it gives people the impression that the middle palace is tightened, the wide areas can be moved by horses, and the tight areas are like wind and rain!

Liu Na frowned slightly.

The calligraphy is good, but from her point of view, it is only good, and there is still a long way to go before those calligraphy masters.

But then I thought about it.

How old is An Ran, who is two years younger than himself? With such attainments in Chinese studies, it is probably difficult for anyone in the younger generation to match him.

He writes good calligraphy and also writes good poetry!

It's a bit too much to ask others with your own vision.

And I have a high vision, but in terms of calligraphy, I am still inferior to An Ran. If I talk about poetry... it is even worse!

An Ran moves quickly and without stopping.

In less than three minutes, the writing was completed.

An Ran placed the brush on the pen holder and let out a long sigh.

Slight sweat on forehead.

Although it only took such a short time, it was not just superficially visible, but the whole person was in a state of extreme excitement.

After this relaxation, a feeling of fatigue emerged instantly.

An Ran cheered up and said: "I'm showing off my embarrassment. Can you guys see how this calligraphy works..."

"Not bad, not bad!", the ponytail man praised: "You are a hundred times better than me. Teacher An's handwriting is quite good. Mr. Liu, you have to ask your father to help you this time!"

Liu Na glanced at the ponytail man angrily.

When you say this in front of others, do you look down on them?

An Ran didn't pay much attention to it, after all, his calligraphy was not very good.

So he asked: "Who is Mr. Liu's father?"

The ponytail man smiled and said: "Mr. Liu's father is our famous calligrapher Liu Qianshan in Xiazhou."

It turns out to be Liu Qianshan... I’ve never heard of it.

He is in the entertainment industry, not the calligraphy industry, so of course he doesn’t know.

However, An Ran is very good at playing tricks when the occasion arises.

With a look of surprise, he said, "It turns out to be Master Liu... Then I really need to ask Mr. Liu to write a new one!"

Needless to say, An Ran's acting skills are outstanding. From the expression of surprise to the feeling of admiration, the whole process shows no trace of polishing, as if he is truly admiring and sighing.

Liu Na also felt relieved after hearing this, and said happily: "The old man pays attention to health now and rarely writes. I don't know if I can talk about it!"

Then she changed the topic again and said with a smile: "But Teacher An's poems are so good, I think the old man will probably not be able to help it!"

The creative impulse is a very mysterious thing.

If you give an old man a philosophy book, he'll probably have no desire to create calligraphy.

But changing it to a good poem is another matter.

Maybe even if you take a look at it, you can’t ask him not to write it!

"We'll talk about this later. Let's take a look at this poem created by Teacher An first!"

"Yes, yes!"

Everyone was focused on the calligraphy just now, and they really didn’t pay much attention to the content.
Chapter completed!