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Chapter 357: Chapter 336 A Tranquil Night Abed_1

Of course, the type of writing that best embodies calligraphy is Chinese brush writing. In terms of artistry, anything like pen writing would be completely overshadowed by brush writing. Thus, if Lin Yuan wanted to prove his calligraphy skills, he would naturally choose the most prestigious, brush writing.

The paper was spread open.

Jin Mu began to grind the ink.

Brush writing might seem simple and casual at a glance, as if anyone could do it. However, when people actually pick up the brush, they’d realize how difficult it is.

There are many specifics when it comes to brush writing.

For example, the posture of writing, also known as the body method in ancient times. Once this body method is mastered, one is not far from excelling in brush writing. Lin Yuan did not know this before; if he had, his writing wouldn’t have been so bad.

Now things are different.

With his skill in calligraphy, he also possesses the corresponding knowledge. When sitting at a desk, one should sit upright with the line of sight approximately 45 degrees to the surface of the desk. Unless one is a master, the head should not be tilted to either side. Those who are masters and don’t pay attention to these elements have reached a level where their writing is impressive no matter how casually they write.

Lin Yuan is at a professional level.

To ordinary people, he is certainly a master, but to real calligraphy masters, there is still some distance. Therefore, he takes it very seriously. He even spent several minutes selecting the right brush, eventually choosing one suitable for writing large characters. The gray tip of the brush was smooth and slightly soft to the touch.

How one holds the brush also matters.

First, the tip of the thumb is held against the inner side of the brush barrel, applying force from left to right. Then, the end of the index finger leans against the outer side of the brush barrel, pinching the brush barrel with the thumb. The middle finger hooks tightly on the outer side of the barrel, with the root of the fourth finger pressing against the right side of the barrel. Finally, the little finger naturally closes up against the fourth finger. All of this is quite technical…

Lin Yuan was going to write in regular script!

Regular script symbolizes rules and standards. It’s one of the most popular calligraphy fonts. Historians on Earth such as Ouyang Xun, Chu Suiliang, Yu Shinan, Xue Ji, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, etc., were masters of regular script. The characteristics of regular script can be described in eight words:

Moderately ornate and beautiful.

Calm and peaceful.

This isn’t the complete summary as there are different ways to write in regular script. However, this style is the most beautiful, so Lin Yuan chose to write in this font. From afar, just the sight of him writing with the brush was a pleasure to watch, a clear sign that he has matured in his skills.

“…..”

Watching this scene left Jin Mu with complicated feelings. He found his boss too impressive, as he was exceptionally professional in writing brush script, clearly a master among masters. He had previously pretended to be a novice to his readers and managed to deceive even his own manager.

Immediately afterwards.

Jin Mu could no longer dwell on Lin Yuan’s actions, because he saw Lin Yuan writing a poem. It wasn’t any verse that he had written before, but a new creation. The first verse written in regular script was:

“Moonlight floods the whole room.”

Although just one line could not gauge the quality of the entire poem, considering the verses previously created by the boss, Jin Mu was starting to feel a sense of anticipation. Amid this anticipation, Lin Yuan wrote the second verse:

“I suspect frost on the ground.”

It seemed to be taking shape.

As Lin Yuan began to write the third verse, he casually explained, “When the brush is pressed down, the strokes become thick. When it is lifted, they become thin. It’s like our feet when we walk. One foot steps down while the other is lifted, constantly alternating. Similarly, during writing, the brush is constantly lifting and pressing down. Only in this way can we produce lines of varying thicknesses.”

The Teacher’s Halo activates.

It was just an unintentional explanation by Lin Yuan, a habit formed after teaching composition. Jin Mu, however, was deep in thought, obviously influenced momentarily by the Teacher’s Halo. However, neither Jin Mu nor Lin Yuan noticed the magic happening at this moment. Right now, Jin Mu’s attention was on the third line of the poem that Lin Yuan was writing:

“I lift my head to see the moon.”

What would the fourth line be?

At this moment, the orange glow of the setting sun poured through the window lattice, speckling the fine rice paper. The ink was not yet dry. Lin Yuan was holding a black brush loaded with what seemed like famous ink. He wrote the final line-

“I bow my head and think of home.”

His brush moved like a dragon and a serpent in a race, the ink flowed as smoothly as clouds and water. The twists and turns as the brush moved, the ups and downs as it was lifted and pressed down. At this moment, the entire poem was clear at a glance. With Jin Mu’s slightly amazed eyes watching him, he couldn’t help but read it out loud: “Moonlight floods the whole room, I suspect frost on the ground. I lift my head to see the moon, I bow my head and think of home.”

A nice verse.

But sir.

Are you missing home at this moment?

Lin Yuan remains silent.

Miss home? But where?

The poetry and lyrics of various eras are infinite, why did he choose the simplest and most direct “A Tranquil Night Abed”? Lin Yuan couldn’t explain it himself. Perhaps this was the occasional self-reflection and self-release of a transmigrator, revealing his subconscious thoughts.

He labelled the name of the verse.

Lin Yuan placed the brush in his hand on the pen rest next to him, feeling quite satisfied with his regular script. Gently blowing on the rice paper, he said to Jin Mu, “You can post this online.”

“Understood!”

Jin Mu was somewhat excited.

He turned his head to find a series of equipment and then searched for the shooting angle. Finally, he filmed the beauty of “A Tranquil Night Abed” displayed from different angles and had Lin Yuan review it.

“It’s fine,” said Lin Yuan, who seemed satisfied.

In order to be a good manager, Jin Mu reportedly went out of his way to learn photography skills. In any case, his photos are better than the average person’s. The short video last time was also Jin Mu’s initiative, and the effect was quite good.

“I’ll upload it then.”

Jin Mu completed the action and hesitated for a moment. Looking at the “A Tranquil Night Abed” that Lin Yuan had just written, he grinned, “Boss, can I keep this poem as a collection? I really like this poem. If one day I’m too poor to live, I can still sell it for some money.”

The last sentence was a joke.

There were rumors out there saying that Xian Yu identifies himself as Tang Bohu, and in the movie “Flirting Scholar”, Zhu Zhishan made a living by selling Tang Bohu’s paintings and calligraphy. Jin Mu also knew that both Xian Yu and Chu Kuang were pseudonyms of his boss.

Lin Yuan:”…..”

He nodded, indicating it was no problem.

At the same time, the “A Tranquil Night Abed” in regular script written by Lin Yuan had been uploaded to Chu Kuang’s account. It was proper brush calligraphy, and it was in regular script. This form of writing most directly showcases a person’s calligraphy skills!

It’s a beautiful piece of regular script!

However, what’s even more beautiful than the writing itself is the poem “A Tranquil Night Abed”. It’s one of Li Bai’s most famous poems. Although it’s not his most classic work, it’s definitely the one that touches people the most!

Calligraphy combined with a poem.

Netizens, bystanders, fans, seeing the newly uploaded image, were briefly stunned, then slowly regained their senses. Following that, the comment section in Chu Kuang’s account blew up, predictably…..

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