Chapter 56 Finding a place to show off (Updated 2)
Everyone immediately wanted to watch the excitement.
Those who came today were all old friends who were deeply involved in calligraphy and painting. Over the years, no matter who they accepted as apprentices, they would show the apprentices’ apprenticeship gifts in public at the end.
In fact, everyone just likes to join in the excitement. You know, they have received all kinds of apprenticeship gifts over the years.
Some gave the six apprenticeship gifts according to the ancient apprenticeship etiquette, celery, lotus seeds, red beans, dates, longans, and dried lean meat strips.
Some gave various health products according to modern thinking.
Some gave cigarettes, alcohol, sugar and tea according to the thinking of the older generation.
These are all normal apprenticeship gifts. The more bizarre ones are the peace and blessings blessed by the temple.
It can be seen that this student is quite superstitious.
Some gave homemade chocolates.
The key is that this master has high blood sugar and high blood lipids, so he can't eat this stuff.
Some people directly give bank cards, which shows that they are very rich. Some people
give antiques, but they are basically fakes.
I don't know how the other party is so accurate in stepping on thunder, and I can never buy the real thing. But this master has a good eye. Every time he sees his apprentices excitedly holding gifts and giving them, they always give fakes, and the master can't bear to hit him.
It is precisely because he has received too many weird gifts and too much joy that everyone likes this link very much.
"Quick, quick, quick! Old Zhao, let me see what gift your chosen disciple has given you?"
"It seems I came at the right time, Old Zhao, congratulations."
Luo Zhengtian walked in with a smile on his face, leaning on a cane, and Luo Qingying supported him on one side. After the two came in, there was another round of greetings.
Everyone who came knew that Zhao Xuhuai had rejected Luo Qingying, and now seeing the grandfather and grandson coming in person, it was natural for them to inquire again.
"I say, Old Luo, you are not here to mess things up, are you? Old Zhao finally accepted a disciple, and it is not fair for you to do this!"
Someone spoke first, getting to the heart of the matter.
Luo Zhengtian stood straight with his thin body, which made him look even more powerful. "What's the matter? Old Zhao, you rejected my granddaughter and chose someone else as your apprentice, and I can't ask a question?"
His voice was full of energy, and other customers who came to the exhibition heard it clearly. They couldn't help but look over here, full of gossip.
"Old Zhao, I just want to know, why is my Xiaoying not as good as an amateur?" Luo Zhengtian asked in a deep voice.
"I knew that your old man who protects the son would come here today." Zhao Xuhuai took out the works of the two people yesterday from the storage cabinet on the scene.
Luo Zhengtian also has a good handwriting. Although his fame and status in the calligraphy world are not as good as Zhao Xuhuai, he still has an eye for appreciating calligraphy. As
soon as the two pieces of calligraphy were unfolded, he immediately saw the difference.
Both pieces are in regular script. One is neat and rigorous, without any mistakes, and every stroke seems to be measured with a ruler.
The other piece, although also in regular script, can always feel a sense of agility and unrestrained temperament between the strokes.
Although this piece of calligraphy is not as regular as the first one, it is this kind of unruly casualness that makes this piece of calligraphy have its own style and forms the unique temperament of the person who wrote it.
No matter what kind of work it is, it has its own characteristics, its own characteristics, and its own style, which is always unforgettable.
There are many people who can write good calligraphy through hard practice, but there are very few who can truly have their own style.
And this style is one of the necessary conditions to become a calligrapher.
Luo Zhengtian was a little jealous, "You old man, how can you be so lucky that you can easily receive such an excellent disciple! Why can't I encounter such a good thing!"
Zhao Xuhuai smiled, "I can't help it, who made me lucky?"
Luo Qingying on the side couldn't stand it anymore, "Grandpa?"
Luo Zhengtian just remembered the main business of today, "Xiaoying, you deserved to lose this time. Even if I had to choose between the two of you, I would choose her."
Luo Qingying frowned, very unconvinced, "Why? What's wrong with me?"
Without waiting for Zhao Xuhuai to speak, Luo Zhengtian frowned and entered the teaching mode, "Such a big gap, you actually told me, can't you see it?"
"Other people already have their own style, what about you? Do you have one? Or are you just copying others without any soul? What you need is to break through yourself and seek your own style!"
Luo Qingying remained silent.
She didn't like calligraphy that much. Compared to practicing calligraphy every day, she liked the attention and honor that being able to write well brought her.
After she established the persona of a calligraphy beauty, she had a lot more fans in the live broadcast room.
Originally, she wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of becoming Zhao Xuhuai's apprentice to participate in the recording of the entire national style variety show, not just a short segment, so that she could attract more fans.
Otherwise, she didn't like calligraphy, and writing big characters at home every day was already annoying enough. Why did she find a master for herself?
Luo Qingying already felt guilty, and now that she was scolded by her own grandfather, she naturally had nothing to refute, and she acknowledged the fact that Sang Yian's calligraphy was better than hers.
"When Lao Zhao's little apprentice comes out later, remember to apologize to him. This time, it's your fault."
Luo Zheng was loud and clear, and his words were even more sonorous and powerful. No one could refute him.
Luo Qingying grew up beside her grandfather since she was a child. She admired and feared this grandfather. When her grandfather spoke, she had to agree even if she didn't want to in her heart.
In the Luo family, no one could disobey the old man.
So, when Sang Yian came out with a bulging handbag that was about to burst, Luo Qingying took the lead and walked towards her.
"I'm very sorry for my rudeness yesterday."
Sang Yian was so scared that he took five or six steps back, carefully carried the handbag behind him, and his eyes were full of vigilance. "Yesterday? What happened?"
Luo Qingying felt as if she had punched cotton, and the anger on her back was bubbling out.
What do you mean you don't know what happened yesterday?
It feels like the things that I care about the most, in her eyes, don't matter at all!
Doesn't this show that I am not broad-minded enough and I am always fussy about things?
Luo Qingying gritted her teeth, her head was about to smoke with anger.
She could only quickly change the subject, "Everyone is very curious about your apprenticeship gift, do you mind if I stay and watch?"
Sang Yian was very generous, "Of course I don't mind. It won't lose anything to take a look."
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