Chapter 312 (1/2)

Liu's father's study is not as solemn or antique as luminous imagination.

The pattern is very simple, and there is no special decoration. There are several ink paintings on the wall, including plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum.

There are two bookshelves, one against the wall behind the desk and the other against the right wall.

There are a lot of books on the bookshelf. After a glance at them, the night light found that there were all kinds of books at all times and all over the world. The night light seriously suspected that father Liu had read so many books.

Liu's father seems to see through luminous mind, ”don't think about it. Most of them haven't seen it. They don't have time. They want to read it one by one after retirement.”

The night light is silent, in the heart a ”depend on, how do you know what I am thinking!”

Father Liu went straight to the edge of the desk, took a piece of rice paper, spread it on the table, and said, ”come and write me a picture.”

Night light a Leng, some don't understand what father Liu means.

Liu's father saw that he didn't move, and his tone was not very good It seems that Liu's father didn't have an attack on the night light and Liu ChiYan's rooming, but he was still very unhappy.

Noctiluca hastily answered a past.

Father Liu, ”can you write with a brush? Write with a brush.”

Luminous: ”yes, I can use it.”

Father Liu nodded, ”well, I'll polish my own ink.”

Then he gave way to the side to make room for the night light.

Luminous began to polish ink clumsily. To tell you the truth, he didn't do much about it, but he knew how to brush it. But he used to think that his brush writing could only be regarded as a ghost amulet, but with his knowledge of calligraphy, he could use it easily.

However, night light is still a little curious about what Liu's father asked him to write, and he didn't say anything.

Luminous asked, ”uncle, what can I write?”

Liu dad light said, ”with you.” Then he thought about it and added, ”write with grass.”

Luminous nodded and wrote casually. After looking around the study environment, luminous's eyes finally stayed on the plum blossom ink painting, and he had an idea in his heart.

”Uncle, the ink paintings of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum in your room are really good. I'll write a poem for you with plum among them.”

With that, luminous picked a brush from the pen holder, dipped it in ink, and began to work.

”Ink plum”

my family wash inkstone pool head tree, blossoming light ink mark.

Don't boast about the color, just leave the fresh air full of heaven and earth.

The wild grass, which seems to be some wild and uninhibited, leaps out of the paper.

Liu's father looked at him quietly, and his pupils shrank. If it wasn't for his face, he would clap his hands immediately.

Yeguang's cursive script is good. Father Liu knows it. Otherwise, he couldn't have asked him to write a piece of calligraphy. But what he saw at that time was the cursive script written by yeguang with a hard pen. That kind of calligraphy surprised father Liu. Now, the cursive script written by yeguang with a brush is even better.

We should know that ancient Chinese calligraphy, whether cursive or running script or other, only brush can fully show its unique beauty and charm.

After finishing the last stroke, luminous put down the brush, ”uncle, how is this poem written?”

Liu's father faintly said, ”it's OK.”