The Dominance of the Son-in-Law: My Wealthy and Beautiful Wife-Chapter 990 990: I’ll Write!

"But you see."
Qin Feng continued, "Using 'longing' and 'pride' within this piece Man Jianghong is simply an insult to the poem; to speak seriously, it's an insult to Great General Yue Fei!"
"Whatever you write must align with the realm of the characters; it should not always be an exhibition of one's desires and pride."
"Therefore, this piece of calligraphy is not that impressive."
"..."
Having finished speaking.
The living room was extremely quiet.
Uncle Fu, standing by, broke out in cold sweat, thinking this time Qin Feng was in trouble.
Zuoqiu Hu Lie couldn't utter a single word, blankly staring at Qin Feng.
For quite a while.
He looked at his own piece again, and the more he looked, the more ashamed he felt; the more he looked, the more he felt disgrace. In the end, he directly grabbed it and tore it all apart!
"Master..."
Uncle Fu was shocked at this sight.
After ripping the paper into shreds, Zuoqiu Hu Lie gestured to Uncle Fu with a raised hand to indicate no worry, then sighed, "I feel better now."
There was no other way.
The feeling just now was as if his shameful side was being unveiled little by little, unbearable.
All of it was caused by this piece of calligraphy!
This piece exposed the 'embarrassment' deep within his heart.
He had once been a general.
Unexpectedly, he had been indulging in the 'pride' of past glory all along, which ought not to be, it is a great shame for a soldier!
"Um..."
Zuoqiu Hu Lie was a bit awkward, smiling at Qin Feng, "Xiao Feng! Indeed, you've got some skills; just one piece of calligraphy can see through a person, truly rare, impressive indeed, really worthy of being the choice of my precious granddaughter, ha-ha!"
"Oh?"
Qin Feng was slightly surprised.
He thought Zuoqiu Hu Lie would think he was not worthy of Zuoqiu Feng like Zuoqiu Qingtian, and had already decided that no matter what they said, he was going to consider himself Zuoqiu Feng's boyfriend.
Unexpectedly, Zuoqiu Hu Lie didn't seem to despise him?
"By the way, Xiao Feng, I can see your insights into calligraphy are profound. Do you usually enjoy calligraphy too?"
Zuoqiu Hu Lie asked.
"I know a little about it."
Qin Feng modestly replied.
"Indeed, without ten or eight years, it's hard to become skilled in calligraphy even for me; I've only just passed the mark. Xiao Feng, it seems you've a long way to go..."
Zuoqiu Hu Lie said.
"..."
Qin Feng felt puzzled at this remark.
Clearly, it was his calligraphy that was lacking, so how come, in the end, it's himself who has a long journey ahead?
Understood!
He just lost the bet, so he didn't want to call me 'teacher', hence he deliberately said so, implying that I am not yet qualified to be a 'teacher', trying to renege!
Thinking of this.
Qin Feng stepped forward, "Grandfather, can you prepare some paper and ink for me?"
Upon hearing this, Zuoqiu Hu Lie realized it was going to be revealed.
He was instantly overjoyed, laughed heartily, "Of course, we do have them, ha-ha!"
Watching calligraphy and writing calligraphy are different.
Like watching a movie, one can objectively judge an actor's performance, but acting oneself is another matter.
Judging by his looks, he's merely in his twenties, what kind of calligraphy could he know?
Nowadays, young people, especially those on the Martial Arts path, won't have the patience to immerse themselves in the world of calligraphy, so Zuoqiu Hu Lie concluded Qin Feng was going to make a fool of himself.
Thus, he wouldn't have to abide by the bet, call him 'teacher', nor would it be considered reneging, ha-ha!
Thinking happily, Zuoqiu Hu Lie immediately had paper and ink prepared.
Very soon.
A sheet of paper, two meters long and one meter wide, was spread out!
"Xiao Feng, what are you going to write?"
Zuoqiu Hu Lie asked.
"I'll write Man Jianghong!"
Qin Feng replied.
"Ha-ha-ha, fine, fine, then Man Jianghong it shall be."
Zuoqiu Hu Lie was even more delighted.
Even a seasoned soldier like himself couldn't write Man Jianghong well, how could a young guy without battlefield experience do it?
Afraid it would only resemble in form, not in spirit, far behind himself.
At that moment.
Qin Feng stood before the paper, then gently closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.
Subsequently.
He opened his eyes, dipped the brush in ink, and began writing on the white paper.
"There's indeed some posture."
Zuoqiu Hu Lie remarked from the sidelines.
Though his heart was unwilling to acknowledge Qin Feng, he had to admit Qin Feng really seemed like he knew what he was doing; the first look reflected the style of a master, the pen moved like a dragon, the ink flowed like water, his very presence exuded calmness, as if a beam of light shone on him.
"Just having posture without real skills won't do either!"
Zuoqiu Hu Lie remarked.
At this point.
Qin Feng had already placed the pen down, exhaled lightly, "Alright, I'm done."
Done?
Zuoqiu Hu Lie just turned his attention back, looking at the paper.
At this sight.
Zuoqiu Hu Lie couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Ha-ha-ha, Xiao Feng, I thought you would write a complete poem like I did, but you only wrote the three words 'Man Jianghong', see, I was right! You've still a long, long way to go..."
"No, I've written the whole poem."
Qin Feng argued.
Zuoqiu Hu Lie looked again, laughing, "Where's the whole poem? It's clearly just three words. Oh right, there's also a red leaf and a mountain, though those red leaves and mountain are nicely drawn, they can't be the entire Man Jianghong poem!"
On the paper.
The words "Man Jianghong" were at the center.
In the lower left corner, Qin Feng drew a patch of autumn red leaves, falling into a cold river outlined with just a few strokes.
On the right side was a sketch of Stone Mountain.
Qin Feng pointed at the Stone Mountain, smiling, "Grandfather, look carefully."
Though Zuoqiu Hu Lie felt he had already won, out of courtesy, he looked, "Ha-ha-ha, this isn't writing! Clearly casual doodling..."
Upon finishing speaking.
He was taken aback.
At this moment, he realized all the strokes of this mountain were sketched from the contents of the Man Jianghong poem!
Of course.
They were written in cursive script, each character unrecognizable individually, appeared as casual doodling!
But!
With the red leaves, along with the three big characters "Man Jianghong", even closing the eyes, the entirety of the poem could be recited!
"Quick, hang it up!"
Realizing the essence, Zuoqiu Hu Lie immediately had the piece mounted and hung on the wall, standing in front for close observation.
The more he looked, the more excited he became!
"Marvelous! Marvelous!!"
Zuoqiu Hu Lie's eyes shone brilliantly, staring unblinkingly at the artwork, "At first glance, just a simple piece of art, upon further look, the artwork encapsulate Qiankun, upon final view, it's yet still the poem of Man Jianghong!"
Indeed.
Overall, the aura it exuded, the feeling it imparted, the impression it left, instinctively made one's mind resonate with the "tragic" of Man Jianghong, as if the timeless general Yue Fei were singing beside, palpably sensing that devoted loyalty, a heroic ardor of tragic sentiment.
Even.
Without seeing the characters, but looking at the mountain, the river, just the red leaves, the tune of "Man Jianghong" would echo beside!