NovelBonte Chapter 159 It's Not a Master, It's a Personal Hobby
Chapter 159 It's Not a Master, It's a Personal Hobby
Chapter 159 It's Not a Master, It's a Personal Hobby
Bitch up?
This made Zhou Yan stumped.
If Xiao Yao asked him to be a bitch, then he had to find a good place.
In this regard, he really doesn't understand at all.
After a long time of inquiring, he finally found a suitable place.
"Jin Mo Fang."
After inquiring about this place, Zhou Yan hurried over with the words given by Xiao Yao non-stop.
"Is there anyone there?" Zhou Yan walked in and found that there was no one in such a big house, so he shouted a little confused.
At this time, an old man slowly came out from the back room.
"Hello, do you want to buy pens and inks? This way please." The old man greeted politely.
"Old man, I don't buy pens and inks, I'm here to fuck with a single word." Zhou Yan directly explained his purpose.
"Oh? What word?" The old man was taken aback for a moment, and then said bluntly: "Sir, I have to tell you this in advance. I'm not a bitch for ordinary words."
"To put it bluntly, it's bad writing, I don't want to be a bitch."
"Don't blame me, an old man, for speaking badly. I don't like doing things that practice art." The old man went to the chair and sat down, pointed to a chair next to him, and signaled Zhou Yan to sit down.
"You can take a look first and then decide." Zhou Yan replied.
The level of Xiao Yao's handwriting is as high as it is, Zhou Yan has this confidence.
Zhou Yan handed the words he brought to the old man.
The old man took it casually. Obviously, he didn't believe that Zhou Yan could come up with any good words.
"This paper is not bad." The old man came to the table and spread out the words.
The old man originally thought that he was just a rich man, just playing casually, wanting to frame anything he wrote casually, he had seen this kind of people a lot.
That's why he said that to Zhou Yan because he had seen a lot.
In his opinion, words that could not be put on the stage were simply a waste of art, and he did not want to waste his time.
But after seeing the words Zhou Yan gave, the old man was dumbfounded.
This word is written too well, right?
He looked at it in surprise for a while, then brought his reading glasses very quickly, and read each word.
The more he looked carefully, the more surprised and delighted he was.
Seeing the old man like this, Zhou Yan felt confident.
He came to the old man's side and asked: "Old man, look at this word, can it meet your requirements for framing?"
The old man nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, yes."
When the old man said this, he never took his eyes off the words: "This word is so well written, I'm just afraid that my framing skills are not good enough for this word."
"This writing power is really too strong. My old man has opened this shop for so many years. To be honest, this is the first time I have seen such a good calligraphy. If possible, I really want to learn from a teacher."
When it came to apprenticeship, the old man was startled, then turned to look at Zhou Yan happily: "Sir, can you tell me which master wrote this calligraphy?"
"Master?" Zhou Yan did not expect that this calligraphy would be praised so highly by the old man.
He has been with Xiao Yao for so many years, and he knows that Xiao Yao knows calligraphy.
He personally thinks that Xiao Yao's handwriting is very good, but Xiao Yao is relatively low-key, few people have seen his handwriting, and no one has commented on it.
I never expected that Xiao Yao's calligraphy would receive such a high evaluation.
Zhou Yan replied: "Old man, this word was written by my boss. He is not a master. Writing is just his personal hobby."
"Personal hobby?" The old man obviously didn't believe it.
Personal hobby, how could it be written so well?
"If you can frame it, then I'll keep this word with you. My business card has my phone number on it. I'll pick it up after you frame it." Zhou Yan handed over his business card.
After the old man took it, he was afraid that Zhou Yan would leave, so he quickly blocked his way.
"Sir, I have a request." The old man said with an excellent attitude.
ask?
The old man used the word request, which puzzled Zhou Yan: "What's wrong? Old man."
"This picture is really well written. I would like to ask if I can post this picture on the Internet so that everyone in the circle can read it and discuss it together." The old man said sincerely.
His eyes were full of pleas, which was in stark contrast to the previous indifference.
"Well..." Zhou Yan wanted to refuse, but seeing the sincerity of the old man's attitude, he knew that people who engage in art are very obsessed with good works of art, so he replied: "I can't do that." It's up to me, I have to ask my boss what he means."
"Okay, okay, thank you."
Zhou Yan found Xiao Yao's phone number, called it, and told Xiao Yao the whole story.
Xiao Yao has no objection, as long as his handwriting is framed as soon as possible, and his handwriting is not damaged.
After the old man heard this, he couldn't close his mouth happily.
After thanking Zhou Yan thousands of times, he gave various guarantees. After Zhou Yan left, he quickly took a picture of the word and posted it on the Internet.
He is also very attentive to the work of framing, more than any other framing work in the past.
Calligraphy lovers like them all have a gathering place, the calligraphy forum.
After he posted the photos he took on the Internet, he immediately attracted many friends to watch and comment.
"Is this a marriage letter? Brother Defan even wrote a marriage letter?"
"He has always written marriage letters, but this is obviously not his handwriting, and his level is not so high."
"This power is too powerful, which master wrote this?"
"There is no one who can't do this in 20 years. It can be said that it is at the level of an international master."
"Brother Defan, which master did you get it from?"
"Brother Defan, is this calligraphy for sale? I like it so much. Tell me a price. If I can afford it, I will buy it."
Defan is the old man Zhou Yan asked him to frame.
He just took a photo of the words and posted them on the Internet, but he didn't expect that his friends would blow up in less than half an hour.
Seeing this reaction, Defan was extremely happy.
It wasn't until someone asked him if the calligraphy was for sale that he suddenly remembered that the calligraphy wasn't his, so why was he so happy?
"Not for sale, this is a personal work that was framed by a customer in my store."
"The guest didn't say his name."
"The guest said that it was written by his boss. He said that his boss is not a master. Writing calligraphy is just a personal hobby."
After Defan finished speaking, others were even more surprised.
"Personal hobbies? Personal hobbies can write so well?"
"It's just personal hobbies that can write such good characters, so do we still have a way out?"
"Could it be that there are really geniuses in this world?"
"It's a personal hobby, and it's a marriage letter. Does that mean that the person who wrote the marriage letter is about to get married?"
(End of this chapter)