Chapter 10: Reading Posts

After serving Mrs. Zhen and having dinner, Zhen Tingyun accompanied Mrs. Zhen to talk for a while, which made the old man happy before packing up and going downstairs.

The remaining bowl of chicken soup was still warm in the kitchen downstairs, so Zhen Tingyun brought it to Yuan Hui together with dinner.

Of course, she didn't forget to ask Bazhen to send the two copybooks that she bought at noon, as well as the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, to Yuanhui's room in advance - she had already given chicken soup, and she had to take the opportunity to get some advice from the other party. This is not a loss.

Yuan Hui slept in the afternoon for most of the day. Although his face was paler now, his spirit looked much better. He was leaning on the bed, his brows still frowned, and he looked thoughtful. Seeing Zhen Tingyun coming over, he stretched his brows and smiled.

Zhen Tingyun put the food on the table by the bed, and considering that the man claimed to "don't remember anything", he asked him, "Do you remember anything?"

Yuan Hui raised his hand and rubbed his brows, a look of confusion flashed across the handsome face, nodded and shook his head: "I remembered a little, but I have no clue."

Zhen Tingyun also frowned when he heard the words: Actually, Yuan Hui is indeed a bit strange. Not to mention that he can't remember anything now, and he can also know calligraphy, play the piano and flute, which is called almighty. It's strange enough to say that he robbed the horse and ran out that day, but was finally carried back by the horse in a coma, with those injuries on his body...

These strangeness may also mean trouble, but Zhen Tingyun is quite open about it: anyway, his group is going to the capital, no matter what trouble he has, he will not be able to make waves at the feet of the emperor - of course , This is also because Yuan Hui has proved his usefulness early, otherwise, with Zhen Tingyun's unwillingness to suffer losses, he might not be willing to provoke such a troublesome person.

The two of them each thought about their own thoughts, and the room was silent for a while, only the sound of breathing was heard.

After a while, Zhen Tingyun just remembered about the chicken soup, he pushed the bowl of chicken soup that was still hot to Yuan Hui, and said to him in a warm voice, "The chicken soup I specially asked someone to stew for you has already run out of oil, You have a taste."

Yuan Hui didn't have the eyesight of Mrs. Zhen, and naturally he couldn't tell whether there was a chicken or half a chicken in this bowl of chicken soup. He picked up the spoon, scooped it, slowly took a sip of chicken soup, and nodded slightly: "It's okay."

Zhen Tingyun breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes couldn't help falling on the bowl of chicken soup in Yuan Hui's hand.

To tell the truth, these days, I was in a hurry to travel, and I didn't eat anything good along the way. Even if I stayed at the inn these days, I could eat hot rice and hot dishes, but chicken soup was rare. Therefore, Zhen Tingyun was a little greedy when she looked at the bowl of yellow and fragrant chicken soup. When Mrs. Zhen drank chicken soup before, she didn't look at it in order to show that she had already drank it. It was hard to boil until Mrs. Zhen had finished drinking the chicken soup. At this time, she saw Yuan Hui drinking the chicken soup again. She was so relieved that she couldn't help but look at the bowl of chicken soup and gulped secretly.

Yuan Hui naturally noticed Zhen Tingyun's gaze, thought about it and said, "I just drank the medicine, I'm afraid I can't drink such a big bowl, why don't you drink a little?"

Zhen Tingyun looked at him with wide eyes, his apricot eyes were round, black and clear, like a frightened little animal.

Seeing her like this, Yuan Hui couldn't help but laugh.

Zhen Tingyun reacted, and subconsciously glanced at the chicken soup again, then forcibly turned his eyes away, and refused dutifully, "Because you are still ill, this is why people cook it, where can I drink it."

"The girl's family should drink more chicken soup." Yuan Hui personally took a small bowl and scooped half a bowl of chicken soup for Zhen Tingyun, and persuaded, "I can't finish this big bowl anyway."

Although Zhen Tingyun knew that this was not good, after listening to Yuan Hui's words and smelling the fragrance of chicken soup, he still took it and said dutifully, "You've already scooped it up... Then I'll accompany you to drink whatever you want. "

Yuan Hui looked at her, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said nothing.

So, Zhen Tingyun raised his hand and picked up the bowl, sat obediently drinking chicken soup and eating chicken, admiring Yuan Hui's appearance while eating.

Yuan Hui's body is thin and tall, and when he is sitting on the bed, his back is straight, his shoulders are tightened, his lines are neat, and his demeanor and behavior are all elegant and calm.

Even if he is sitting on the bed to eat, he is a very particular and disciplined person. He strictly follows the principle of "eating, not talking, sleeping, not speaking". Although he was joking with Zhen Tingyun just now, he stopped talking when he picked up the bowl and chopsticks. Not even the sound of the bowls and chopsticks colliding.

Although he didn't seem to be in a hurry, his speed was extremely fast, and he ate most of the food in front of him in no time.

Seeing this, Zhen Tingyun couldn't help thinking: It is said that the ladies of the noble family of the aristocratic clan only remembered things and had their nanny teach etiquette and rules, and their demeanor when they lived and dined was like Yuanhui.

Thinking about it this way, Zhen Tingyun couldn't even drink the chicken soup, and he was a little embarrassed: If everyone is so good, wouldn't it be even more hopeless for her to take the women's college entrance examination?

Fortunately, Zhen Tingyun was not someone who was willing to admit defeat easily. Although he was worried for a while, he quickly regained his spirits. He speeded up and finished the chicken soup in his hand, and then placed the copybook, pen and ink on the table in the room. On, prepare to study ink and practice calligraphy.

Yuan Hui was almost done eating, so he took the time to look at her, and said, "Don't be in a hurry to start writing. You don't have a deep foundation, and you haven't reached the stage of 'publishing a post'. There is a post, and there is a spirit in the pen - this is the right way. If you are at a loss and only know how to draw a gourd in the same way, then it is not a temporary post but a copy."

Zhen Tingyun has always been pondering blindly by herself. What she lacked was the basic guidance that pointed to the key points and hit the nail on the head. She nodded her head in a hurry. Asked: "What kind of reading method is this reading?"

Yuan Hui put down the bowls and chopsticks at the right time, poured a cup of tea to be regarded as a mouthwash, and continued to teach in a leisurely manner: "The "Bi Lun" has a saying that 'the body of a book must be in its shape. Flying like moving, going like coming, lying like rising, sad like joy, nymphs eating leaves, like sharp swords and long daggers, like strong bows and arrows, like water and fire, like clouds and mists, like sun and moon. The most important thing in reading a post is to observe its shape, see its image, and understand its point-and-painting style, so that it can be understood in the heart..."

Having said this, Yuan Hui's voice paused slightly, and out of the corner of his eyes he caught a glimpse of Zhen Tingyun's chicken bones left over from the chicken soup, and he turned the conversation and said, "This is like making soup, you have to know chicken, duck and fish first. Only then did I understand whether I wanted to stew chicken soup, duck soup, or fish soup; if you wanted to stew chicken soup, then you must distinguish the difference between chicken, duck and fish, understand the color and shape of the cockscomb, and know what the chicken feet look like when they shrink. , understand the feather pattern of the chicken tail..., in this way, a pot of real chicken soup can be simmered, not duck soup or fish soup."

Listening to Yuan Hui's word-by-word teaching, Zhen Tingyun held the copybook in his hand and put his fingertips on the page, if he understood something in his heart, but the thought was still vague, and he couldn't grasp it for a while, so he couldn't help sipping it. lip.

Seeing this, Yuan Hui thought for a while, and added, "By the way, there are actually formulas for reading strokes and knots. Let me tell you, you just need to remember."

Zhen Tingyun nodded quickly when he heard the words.

Then Yuan Hui opened his mouth and said: "Reading strokes is to divide the strokes into five aspects: starting, closing, thickness, length, and direction. The formula is 'five essentials, two lines; , reduce strength and know how to change.”

Zhen Tingyun read the formula again, and looked down at the words on the copybook again.

First look at the basic trend of a word, then look at the trend of the two lines, and finally look at the pen and the closing, compare the thickness, length, similarities and differences.

Seeing that Zhen Tingyun was also enlightened, Yuan Hui continued: "Reading the knot body is after reading the strokes, to identify the relationship between the strokes and the parts. There are two kinds of formulas, you are Linwei Stele, that is 'Strive to be accurate in the vertical and horizontal space occupation, and the echoes and strokes should be clearly defined'."

The knot body is more complicated than the stroke, and Yuan Hui gave another example: "It is like 'lin' and 'qi'. You can see the density and correspondence between the parts of the strokes after they are combined. After comparing, you can understand the changes, and you will naturally have a bottom in your heart.”

Zhen Tingyun listened and looked at the words on the copybook, feeling suddenly enlightened.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that these words had become cute, and gradually understood the meaning of those calligraphers who left between the lines.

This word is thick and long at the start, but slightly pointed at the end.

This word is short and thin at the start, square at the end, sharp-edged, and majestic.

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She was like a child who had discovered a new world, and her heart was overflowing with unspeakable joy, so she held the newly bought copybook and stared at every word on it hungrily.

Overjoyed, no time to look away.