The little fans have already started to cheer.
"Brother-in-law, oil!"
“Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, I’m rooting for you!”
"Brother-in-law, you're the best!"
"It's okay, brother-in-law. I just met you not long ago. I will be your fan no matter what you write."
“.......”
Gu Luo lowered his eyes and took the wolf-hair brush, rubbing his fingertips over the cloud-patterned inscriptions on the bamboo brush shaft.
The newly ground Hui ink in the inkstone glowed with a bluish-purple glow. He turned his wrist slightly, and the tip of the brush licked the ink evenly on the edge of the inkstone. The ink flowed along the translucent beads of the brush hair, and tiny ripples appeared in the inkstone pool when it dripped.
Suddenly, there were a few heavy breaths in the classroom, and the little fan girl's eyes were about to pop out.
How can this set of moves be so cool? ! ! ! !
It's nothing—someone just turned their Charisma up to 12 again.
It's no exaggeration to say that she's radiating light all over—Xing Qi's succubus.
When Gu Luo opened his eyes again, his eyes had turned into a cold pond. He held the rice paper with his left hand, and suddenly raised his wrist - the tip of the pen was like a dragon playing in the water, drawing the first stroke on the snow-white rice paper.
The dot of the first stroke of the word "云" is like a falling stone, penetrating three-tenths of the paper. When turning the tip of the brush, the pen handle is slightly tilted, and the horizontal stroke is like a spring silkworm eating leaves. The ink color gradually fades from thick to thin, and white dots appear, just like threads of cloud torn apart by the wind.
As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the door.
The surroundings were suddenly so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The members couldn't help but move forward, each with a different expression.
When Gu Luo moved his brush to "嵟想容", the tip of the brush suddenly changed to the side, and the stroke was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath. The ink rhythm suddenly appeared at the end of the brush, and a half peach blossom-like smudge was spread on the rice paper.
For the word "吹" in "Spring breeze blows on the railing", he used a dry brush and rubbed the tip of the brush across the paper, leaving behind vigorous flying white, just like willow branches swaying in the wind.
When finishing the word "Revlon", his wrist suddenly stopped, and thick ink gathered at the bottom of the word "浓", but he lightly wiped it with the side of the brush, and it fell on the paper like dewdrops.
Show of skill, naked show of skill.
The next two sentences - If we hadn't met on the top of the Jade Mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace.
It's still a show of skill.
The ink color of the whole calligraphy is alternating between dry and moist, and there seems to be a faint fragrance floating between the strokes. It is clearly the skeleton of regular script, but it reveals the elegance of running script. Each character is like a lady drawn out from a poem, with her clothes fluttering and bringing a spring breeze to the paper.
The boy in the back row who was wearing glasses had his glasses slide down to the tip of his nose, and his Adam's apple rolled, making a "gulp" sound.
The schoolgirl with a bow tied her skirt with her fingers, the ink marks on the rice paper reflected in her pupils, and even the light sound of the pen hitting the pen holder made her eyelashes tremble in surprise.
The boy with long hair was stunned, his brain buzzing.
Gu Luo's fingertips hovered half an inch above the top corner of the rice paper, and suddenly the corners of his lips curled up - this smile was as faint as the unsettled ink marks in the inkstone, but when he picked up the pen and wrote the three words "Gift to Shu He", the tip of the pen hit the paper with extra force.
The wolf-hair brush rotated in his palm, and the red tassel at the end brushed across the last stroke of the word "GIFT", dragging the thick ink out a neat line of flying white.
The breathing sounds of the entire classroom seemed to be held in someone's palm.
Sunlight streamed through the window, streaming over the three characters "予舒禾". The wet-ink strokes shone with a warm sheen, strangely echoing the previous poem - the former was as elegant as the autumn moon over the Han Palace, while the latter was like a wild rose covered in morning dew, so straightforward it was almost scalding.
Yes, the title of this poem is too straightforward and down-to-earth.
But the effect is surprisingly good.
The long-haired boy's eyes flickered repeatedly on the word "Shu He". Suddenly, he heard a small bubble coming out of the residual ink in the inkstone. He was shocked to realize that he had held his breath for half a minute without realizing it.
The classroom was completely silent, and everyone was intently focused on the article "Presented to Shu He".
The characters are good, and the poem is even better. No, it can even be said to be a famous poem.
Most of the members present had some academic background, and some had been exposed to poetry since childhood. The more they understood, the more amazed they were.
"The clouds are like clothes, the sky is like beauty... The spring breeze blows on the threshold, and Revlon..." A second-year art girl suddenly spoke. Her voice was like the strings of a musical instrument soaked in morning dew. When she said "Revlon", her fingertips had unconsciously slid across the table, as if she was copying the ink marks on paper.
The name in the title of a poem, Du Qi, suddenly made my heart beat, as if the colorful clothes and feathered robes in the poem were now worn by a young girl in the classroom.
I don't know how long it was, but suddenly I heard the rustling sound of drawing paper being flipped. I don't know which member took out a notebook and started taking notes frantically, and the tip of the pen made a rapid rustling sound as it scraped against the paper.
This time, it was like a switch was turned on.
“—Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Someone let out an uncontrollable scream first, and then screams and gasps erupted in the classroom one after another, shaking the very air.
Phone camera flashes lit up one after another. Some people held up their phones, trying to frame the entire calligraphy. Others bent over to adjust the angle, muttering to themselves, "This is incredible! I have to post this on WeChat Moments!"
Gu Luo seemed to have not heard anything at all. He lowered his eyes and placed the wolf-hair brush into the brush washer. Clear water immediately flowed over the tip of the brush, spreading out circles of ink ripples.
He turned around and smiled at his beloved girl.
The charm of twelve o'clock is always a hit no matter what you pair it with.
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