nyslfriends Chapter 82 How is it possible 【Please subscribe monthly pass】
Chapter 82 How is it possible 【Please subscribe monthly pass】
Chapter 82 How is it possible 【Please subscribe monthly pass】
Ye Fan didn't expect that he would meet this old classmate here.
What's more unexpected is that this old classmate is also good at calligraphy, which seems to have never been heard in high school.
"So you are Ye Fan."
"When I heard that you didn't apply to the two top schools in Kyoto, I felt sorry for you, especially when your scores exceeded those two schools, I felt even more sorry for you."
"Hehe, compared to the imperial capital, I am more familiar with the magical capital, and I don't want to go so far away."
In fact, it's not that it's far away, but that he's afraid that it's hard to find a part-time job.
But in Shanghai, he had already found a part-time job with a relatively high salary after graduating from high school, that is, a tutor, so he naturally didn't want to leave.
As for why I didn't work as a part-time tutor later?
Mainly because of one thing that happened.
At that time, it was the first semester of freshman year. At that time, it was also the time when Bai Xue successfully pursued Ye Fan.
When Ye Fan and Bai Xue were shopping one day, the high school girl who was tutored by Ye Fan at that time saw it.
Then he rushed up to ask Ye Fan who this woman was, and Ye Fan naturally answered his girlfriend.
But what Ye Fan didn't expect was that the senior high school girl would scold Bai Xue directly, saying that she was a third party or something.
At that time, Ye Fan was directly forced to be raped.
He didn't know until later that the high school girl subconsciously regarded him as her boyfriend.
It has even reached the point of being sick and delicate. During Ye Fan's last counseling, he almost succeeded in prescribing medicine.
Fortunately, Ye Fan noticed that the taste of the tea was a little weird, so he didn't drink it.
After that, Ye Fan decided not to be a part-time tutor.
Losing one's body or not losing one's body is of secondary importance.
The most important thing is that his good looks will indeed make those high school girls with immature minds think things they shouldn't think about.
At this time, Ye Jinghong said angrily: "Xiaofan, when you were in high school, someone actually bullied you?"
Ye Fan said with a smile: "He wanted to bully me, but I counterattacked back, and he never troubled me again after that."
Liu Anfeng also thought of this, scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment:
"I also remembered this. Although Ye Fan said just now that I helped him that time, I didn't really help him in any real sense. I just happened to see it and called out that the teacher is here."
Ye Fan smiled and said, "In that case, although only a few passers-by saw it, you were the only one who yelled this sentence, so I still have to thank you."
Although Liu Anfeng really didn't do anything useful at that time, even the few people who wanted to bully Ye Fan didn't pay attention to what Liu Anfeng said.
But as long as he can shout this sentence at him, Ye Fan can remember him for a lifetime.
To hold grudges, but also to remember kindness, this is Ye Fan.
After hearing what Ye Fan said, the way Ye Jinghong looked at Liu Anfeng became kinder.
Hastily said: "Old man Liu, didn't you ask me to help taste Afeng's calligraphy? Then bring it here quickly."
Liu Jingwen was taken aback for a moment, then smiled all over his face.
Unexpectedly, because of such a thing, his grandson could form a good relationship with Ye Jinghong, and he was also very happy.
He naturally knew Ye Jinghong's temper, so he was able to urge him to take A Feng's calligraphy this time, which naturally showed goodwill.
He nodded and said, "Okay, Ah Feng, hurry up and get it."
"Hey." Liu Anfeng responded immediately.
Soon, Liu Anfeng took out the calligraphy post that he won No.1 in the previous competition, and respectfully handed it to Mr. Ye Jinghong to read.
He has been by Liu Jingwen's side since he was a child, so he naturally knows the importance of this old man in the calligraphy world.
He was naturally very happy to be taught by Ye Jinghong.
"Well, to be able to write such powerful characters at such an age, it's no wonder that he won No.1 in the Modu Calligraphy Competition.
"Although it is still a little childish, the style and characteristics have become a little more cohesive."
Hearing my old friend's words, Liu Jingwen couldn't help squinting his eyes, very proud and happy.
It is rarer to get this guy's praise than Zhang Zhixin's.
"It's just that it's a pity!"
Looking at the copybook, Ye Jinghong sighed slowly, expressing regret in his words.
"What's the pity? Lao Ye, you have something to talk about. Don't stop talking halfway through the talk. It's just a tantalizing thing."
Liu Jingwen glanced at Ye Jinghong with some dissatisfaction.
"Father, like son."
"My pity is that your grandson cares too much about your grandpa's style of writing, so he somewhat suppresses his own style of writing, resulting in the overall writing feeling a little stiff."
"Hard feeling?"
Liu Jingwen murmured, then quickly took the copybook written by his grandson from his old friend, and looked at it carefully.
After a while, he said: "Indeed, indeed, it's just that I, a grandfather, ignored it."
Love the house and black, which caused Liu Jingwen's insensitivity to this point.
The most important thing to practice calligraphy is the bones and charm of the characters.
As for the blunt second, it is indeed like a formidable enemy.
Stubbornness generally means imitation, without own opinions and attitudes.
But it happened that Liu Anfeng had his own attitude, but because he cared too much about his grandfather's calligraphy style, it caused him to appear inappropriate.
It would be fine if Liu Anfeng could combine the two into one, or get rid of the bad.
But Liu Anfeng's handwriting has already become somewhat stereotyped, and it is difficult to change it.
"Is this a serious problem?"
Liu Anfeng took the rice paper from his grandfather, and carefully looked at the words he wrote, but he didn't feel anything wrong.
But these two well-known old men in the calligraphy world both showed a serious and distressed look, which made Liu Anfeng somewhat aware of the seriousness of the matter.
Ye Jinghong sighed and said, "It's not difficult to say, and it's not easy to say, the key lies in whether you can figure it out in the future, or even if it's a bit mysterious, it's a matter of epiphany."
"Huh?" Liu Anfeng was only a third-year student after all, and suddenly he was at a loss.
At this time, Ye Fan said: "An Feng, do you really admire your grandfather since you were young?"
"Sure." Liu Anfeng looked at Ye Fan puzzled.
Ye Fan smiled, stood up, walked to Liu Anfeng's side, pointed to one of the words written by him and said:
"Through the observation just now, I probably know the writing style of your grandpa and grandson."
"Mr. Liu's writing style is majestic and bold, but An Feng's writing style should be graceful and graceful."
"But look to the left of your word"
Ye Fan continued to explain in detail, and Liu Jingwen's eyes flashed inexplicably.
He whispered to his old friend: "Your grandson also knows calligraphy?"
Ye Jinghong narrowed his eyes and said with a chuckle: "Isn't this obvious?"
"As far as Xiaofan's level is concerned, any one of us would not be able to speak so well and in such detail. It's like showing your grandson with a microscope!"
Hearing this, Liu Jingwen caught a glimpse of the ink-stained rice paper in his old friend's hand.
Asked again in a low voice: "Is this Lingsun's handwriting? Can you let me see it?"
Ye Jinghong smiled triumphantly: "Look, but I have to remind you in advance, even if you are surprised later, you have to control your volume."
Ye Jinghong glanced at Liu Anfeng and Ye Fan, Liu Jingwen naturally understood and nodded immediately.
Although the old friend had been vaccinated beforehand.
But when he actually saw the handwriting on this copybook, Liu Jingwen was still surprised.
"How could this be written by Xiaofan? Without decades of skill, how could it be possible to write such good characters?"
Because he deliberately lowered his voice, Liu Jingwen's face was flushed at this time, and he couldn't believe his eyes.
He even suspected that Ye Jinghong was telling lies on purpose to tease him.
It's so unrealistic!
Even if Ye Jinghong said that he wrote this word, Liu Jingwen still believed it, even though the style of writing was different from Ye Jinghong's.
It can be said that it was written by Ye Fan. This is too outrageous!
(End of this chapter)