[What nonsense! This is too absurd! Calling my master over just to watch a brat like him write? It's good enough that he's good at math, let alone calligraphy. What a joke.]
While Zhou Li and his apprentices were looking down on him, the tourists who were watching the show in the living room were also discussing in low voices.
"This kid looks like he's only seven or eight years old. Can he understand calligraphy?"
"Of course not. What can he understand? At this age, he probably can't even recognize all the Chinese characters."
"This is too dramatic. What is the boss thinking of letting a kid inscribe for the resort?"
"That's right. I don't understand. Calligraphy is so complicated. Other than Master Zhou Li, no one can inscribe for this resort."
"Calligraphy pays attention to the eight peaks, disarray, and resonance. Calligraphy is the expression of emotions, not the performance of skills. Calligraphy is silent music and an invisible dance. This is something that can only be done by experienced people. He's just a child of seven or eight years old. How much experience can he have? Naturally, the words he writes will be emotionless."
"Penetrating Qi, Writing Sentiments, Disorderly Strokes, Flowing Qi in One Breath, Using Both Sides and Sides, Combining Hardness and Gentleness, Striking Out from Eight Sides. This calligraphy looks like it's just writing, but it actually contains a lot of skills. I don't think this little brat can do it.
"It's good enough that he can hold the right brush. The words he writes are really … I can imagine."
"The resort boss is really muddle-headed. Sigh."
"That's right. He didn't use a master but let a kid inscribe for him. I don't understand."
"He's starting to write. He's starting to write. Look at him. He looks quite good."
"He's good at holding the brush. Let's look at the words."
When the tourists said this, Ye Xuan had already lifted the brush and suspended it in the air. He thought for a while and then confidently placed the ink-stained brush on the paper. With a shake of his wrist, a poem appeared on the white paper in one breath.
There are tall buildings in the northwest.
Then Ye Xuan dipped the brush in the ink and hung it high again. He landed on the paper and wrote the second half of the sentence in one breath.
Above the floating clouds.
The tip of the brush was clear and distant, with both hardness and gentleness. When the brush landed, it caused the wind and rain to blow, and the words were like clouds. It was written in one go without any pause or hesitation, decisive and elegant.
The words on the white paper contained every key point of the calligraphy steps, and they were all done to the extreme. The disorder was picturesque, and every stroke reflected a kind of magnificent emotion.
Moreover, there was a painting within the words, and a rhythm within the painting. The rhythm contained the living spirit of the entire word, and within the spirit, there was the true self. At first glance, it was as if one was pulled out of reality and placed in the picturesque landscape of ancient times. On a green leaf boat, one could listen to the chirping of hundreds of birds, enjoy the refreshing breeze in the mountains, and appreciate the unobstructed scenery within a hundred miles. It was extremely pleasant and enjoyable.
Everyone looked at the words and felt as if a cool breeze had blown past them. They had been pulled into a picturesque place to play around. It was extremely comfortable. When they came back to their senses, they were also shocked and started to discuss.
"Oh my God, Boss Ye's words are simply amazing. I've attended so many calligraphy conferences, but I've never seen Boss Ye write so well. It's too wonderful. It's really too wonderful."
"It's really a masterpiece. These words are too wonderful. I love this calligraphy style. Boss Ye is indeed gifted!"
"To be able to write such a calligraphy style, Boss Ye is indeed extraordinary. He's definitely a man from the heavens. It's too awesome!"
"If I hang these words at home and look at them once a day, my mood would be much better. It's too comfortable."
"It's really too amazing. I've never seen such good calligraphy in my life. Boss Ye is really a god!"
While the old CEOs were praising, the calligraphy master from Tianjing Calligraphy Association, Zhou Li, was also staring at the calligraphy with his mouth agape.
He trembled as he touched the corner of the white paper. His eyes emitted an indescribable shock. He wanted to touch the words with his hands, but he was afraid that he would mess up the wet ink. He was in a daze as he looked at the poem and shook his head. After a while, he finally calmed himself down and turned to look at Ye Xuan. He bowed and said, "Zhou Li, I've been in the art of calligraphy for many years.
"I, Zhou Li, have been in the calligraphy world for more than 30 years. I started learning calligraphy and painting when I was young, and it wasn't until I was in my twenties that I had some small achievements. At this age, I finally understood a little of the charm of calligraphy, and finally broke through the bottleneck and reached the realm of 'True Self'. I thought that my calligraphy had reached a very high realm, and because of this, I was more arrogant and complacent. Now, after seeing Director Ye's calligraphy, I understand what it means to say that there is always someone better.
"If you want to compare, I, Zhou Li, really can't bring out my calligraphy. I've never seen calligraphy that is so full of charm. Here, I, Zhou Li, am willing to take Chairman Ye as my master and sincerely learn calligraphy!"
When these words were said, everyone was shocked once again. Seeing Zhou Li's sincere attitude, they all looked at each other in dismay. They couldn't believe this scene. They never expected that the calligraphy master of his generation, Zhou Li, would be willing to acknowledge a kid as his disciple because of a calligraphy piece.
What was this? It was simply unheard of!
As for Ye Xuan, he was also in a difficult position. He looked at Zhou Li and smiled.
"Master Zhou, this is really against the rules. Besides, there's nothing amazing about my calligraphy. With Master Zhou's attainment, it's still better than mine."
This was Ye Xuan's tactful rejection. Everyone understood this. Zhou Li also understood this point, but he still bowed and cupped his fists.
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