All Hail Cousin Brother

Zhou Linghuai interrupted her: "It doesn't matter, I also practice calligraphy for half an hour every day. I practice calligraphy with my cousin, and I won't practice when I go back to the yard."

Yu Youyao politely refused: "Alright, forget it. I follow the copybook and practice slowly, and I can also practice the calligraphy well. How can I get tired of my cousin running to the Jade Court every day."

Zhou Linghuai twitched the corners of his mouth lightly: "I'm not tired, but I'm just going to bother my cousin in the future, and prepare an extra meal at noon. I ask my cousin to forgive me for the trouble."

Having said all this, what else can Yu Youyao do? She can only droop her little head and respond with a dab dab.

In the past, she didn't like to write. After practicing for a while last night, she felt that it was boring and boring, and she was even less interested. She originally planned to practice casually. She practiced calligraphy, and she couldn't do it if she didn't work hard.

Zhou Linghuai asked Yu Youyao what class she was taking today, so she taught her "Shaoyi" again. The complicated and trivial rituals and rules came to my cousin's mouth, except for some red tape, and it was simplified a lot.

After a while, Madam Xu ordered someone to set the meal.

The two had lunch together and went to the study.

Thinking that her cousin would have to come to Yuyuyuan to teach her to practice calligraphy for a long time, Yu Youyao sent someone to move a file, picked out the best four treasures of the study, and put it in the small study.

There was a place for Zhou Linghuai in the small study.

The afternoon sun shone brightly and brightly throughout the study window. On the Bogu shelf, a few pots of orchids had long dark green leaves, long and beautiful, and the pale green buds sprouted out, adding a bit of elegance.

Zhou Linghuai sat in front of the case and drank tea: "Write a few words for me first."

Yu Youyao sat in front of the desk with a sad face and spread out the paper, flattened it with a white jade unicorn paperweight, holding a pen in her tender hand, took out her most serious frame, and wrote the three words "Yu Youyao" stroke by stroke.

"Cousin, I have written it."

Zhou Linghuai put down the teacup and took a closer look. There was no emotion on his face, and he just said in a low voice, "Pour out the ink, let's learn from the ink mill."

Yu Youyao's little face collapsed again: "The handwriting is not good, what does it have to do with Mo?"

She also knew that the quality of ink would affect writing, but the ink she used was the old ink sent by her grandmother yesterday, and it was the best ink stick.

Glancing at the good pine smoke old ink on the inkstone, she was as calm as Zhou Linghuai and couldn't help but take a breath, this girl was really exposed without knowing it: "Do as I say first."

My cousin's tone was indifferent, as if it was no different from usual, but when Yu Youyao heard it, she felt fearful in her heart. This is probably what people often call "not angry and arrogant"?

"Understood, cousin!" Yu Youyao shrank her neck, although she was full of doubts, she still emptied the residual ink in the inkstone and washed it with clean water.

Zhou Linghuai didn't say much, holding the cup and bowl in one hand and slowly dipping into the water, and holding the ink stick in the other hand to grind slowly and moderately.

Yu Youyao's mind is smart, and she can see at a glance that when cousin is rubbing ink, not only is the weight and speed, but also shows a moderate and peaceful rhythm, and the ink strips are flat, not crooked or slanted, and circles vertically in the inkstone table.

The faint ink rhythm, with a little bit of rosin, permeates the study, making it even more quaint and good-smelling.

Yu Youyao was embarrassed for a moment. She grinded ink before, so she just rubbed it casually. The ink she grinded always had a smell of ink, which was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, but after a long time, it became annoying. Impatient, some can't stand it, so even with practicing calligraphy, I feel unbearable.

Zhou Linghuai tilted her head, seeing the little girl's thoughtful expression, the corners of her lips slightly hooked, she released the ink stick, picked a whole sheep cent from the pen holder, and dipped her hand in ink.

Quanyanghao is soft and extremely difficult to control, but it is suitable for official script, running script, cursive script, and even paintings.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, langhao and jianhao were popular, and sheep hair was very particular about wrist strength and internal strength, so it was only used by very few calligraphers who were masters of calligraphy.

The three words "Yu Youyao" were formed in one breath, and the shades were suitable. Zhou Linghuai put down the pen and said, "Take a closer look."

Yu Youyao took a look and saw that the one on the left was written by his cousin. The three characters "Tiger Cresting on the Dragon Plate" have the imposing majesty of "Dragon leaping over the gate of heaven, tiger crouching on the phoenix pyre", yet without losing the slender and handsome appearance.

On the right, she wrote it herself. Originally, she thought it was a decent word. Now, when comparing and comparing it, it was simply horrible.

Seeing that she was looking carefully, Zhou Linghuai asked, "Do you see any difference?"

Yu Youyao slapped her small mouth and threw the Jianmo in her hand, "Cousin hit me on purpose!"

Zhou Linghuai was helpless: "It's not for you to read the words, but for the use of ink. Take a closer look at the difference between the use of ink between the two."

Yu Youyao was a little unhappy, but she lowered her head to look carefully, and soon saw the name.

The ink she wrote was dull and dull, the pen was weak through the paper, and there were water stains on the edges of the ink.

And my cousin's handwriting is deep and bright, the pen is transparent and strong, but the ink does not penetrate the paper, the font looks neat and clean, and the ink is light.

No matter how stupid Yu Youyao was, he understood: "Is it because the ink I used before was not ground evenly, so that the ink and wash did not meet and blend?"

Zhou Linghuai nodded: "Momo is also learned, does my cousin want to know?"

Yu Youyao was intrigued at this moment, and quickly said: "Think!"

Zhou Linghuai chuckled lightly: "Ink, how well it is polished, you can tell from the words, the ink before my cousin is uneven, the color is too thick and not delicate enough, and the written characters look rough, irritable, and untidy. , and untidy."

Yu Youyao carefully looked at the words she had written before, and it was indeed full of frivolity.

Zhou Linghuai continued: "grinding ink needs to be kept in a neutral and peaceful manner. The process of grinding ink should be serious and urgent. Make vertical circles on the inkstone, do not grind obliquely or push it straight, and the ink color should be moderately dark, too dark or too light. The cousin is a woman, and the color of ink should preferably be Daimo."

Speaking of which, seeing Yu Youyao's puzzled face, Zhou Linghuai said again: "What is Dai? The green is extremely dark and black, it is for Dai, so the dark ink is translucent and looks beautiful and clean. Cousin might as well give it a try."

Yu Youyao has really increased her knowledge. She didn't expect to be so particular about grinding ink. Holding the ink stick, she began to grind slowly as her cousin said: "Cousin, is that so?"

Zhou Linghuai watched for a while, then went behind her and covered her hand holding the ink stick: "I'll take you to grind it first."

Cousin's front chest was pressing against her back, and she could even feel that under the thin clothes, cousin's slightly jagged chest was not as thin as she imagined, but rather firm and firm, Yu Youyao was stunned for a moment.