Love Apartment: Active Dali

"My dear son-in-law, can I take a picture of your calligraphy?" Zhuge Dali's father was very excited when he saw the calligraphy.

"This calligraphy is simply amazing! I... I don't know how to describe how wonderful it is! My son-in-law, you even dabble in Chinese brush calligraphy?"

Yu Nan nodded gently: "I just learned it casually in my spare time."

Zhuge Dali's father secretly praised in his heart that this wealthy son-in-law was being modest again. How could such a level of calligraphy and painting be achieved by casual study? He himself had studied calligraphy and painting for five or six years, and he knew at a glance that this calligraphy could not be written without more than ten years of practice. Because it was really too exquisite.

"That's amazing. I'm really at a loss for words. Wait a minute, I'll ask a friend of mine to take a look. He's an expert."

Zhuge Dali's father excitedly opened the address book, found a man named Huang Yitian, and made a video call directly to him.

At the same time, in the director's office of the Huaxia Magic City History and Culture Museum, the mobile phone on the desk suddenly rang. The owner of the mobile phone was the owner of this office - Huang Yitian, the director of the Huaxia Magic City History and Culture Museum.

At this moment, Huang Yitian was concentrating on appreciating a calligraphy on the wall. This calligraphy was a copy of the calligraphy of Wang Xizhi, a great calligrapher of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, by a scholar of the Song Dynasty. Although it was just a copy, it was enough to fascinate countless people who studied calligraphy. As the president of the Magic City Calligraphy Association, Huang Yitian would feel ashamed and full of emotion every time he appreciated the brushstrokes and charm of this calligraphy.

"Who is it? Calling me at this time? How annoying!" The ringing of the cell phone interrupted Huang Yitian's ecstasy.

He saw the caller ID and it was a good friend of his.

"Old Sun! Don't you know I'm at work? Why are you calling me at this time to disturb me?" Huang Yitian answered the phone and scolded him bluntly.

"Haha, why are you still going to work? You must be staring at that imitation of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy again?" The other party hit the nail on the head, and Huang Yitian couldn't refute it.

"I don't mean to bother you. I have a piece of calligraphy here that I think is quite good, and I would like to invite you, the president of the Calligraphy Association, to appreciate it," the other party explained.

Huang Yitian did not agree immediately: "You said let me see it, so I'll see it? You know who I am, what kind of calligraphy have I not seen? I don't trust your vision, the things you asked me to see last time..."

"Old Huang, this stuff is definitely good. I'll send you the photos and you can take a look. If you don't like them, just block me and we'll break up." The other party said in a firm tone.

Huang Yitian raised his eyebrows: "Don't give me that. You said the same thing last time."

"My wife is calling me. It's up to you whether you want to watch it or not. Forget it." The other party hung up the phone, and the video call with Zhuge Dali's father also ended.

Huang Yitian was a little angry at the other party's rude attitude, but then he thought that the other party was so arrogant, and he probably had the confidence to do so. Could it be...

Is this calligraphy really that good?

With a hint of curiosity, Huang Yitian clicked on the picture sent by Zhuge Dali's father.

Once you see it, you can’t look away!

"This..." His eyes seemed to have discovered a stunning treasure, and his gaze closely followed every stroke of the calligraphy and painting.

The characters were either straight or slanted, of varying sizes, with a measured opening and closing, distinct lines, and ups and downs in rhythm. Huang Yitian was deeply shocked.

"Wonderful! So wonderful!" He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

He was amazed by the writing style, strength, and flowing brushwork, as well as the majestic momentum. Especially the meaning of "even if I have thousands of mansions", which not only shows the broad-mindedness of the calligrapher, but also reveals his lonely state of mind. Huang Yitian concluded that the person who could write such words must be a great calligrapher!

"awesome!"

"awesome!"

"That's great!"

Huang Yitian's praises were endless. In his eyes, this calligraphy had surpassed his favorite Song Dynasty imitation of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, and was the best he had ever seen.

"Who wrote this? Where did you take the photo? Is there an authentic one? Tell me quickly! I'm willing to pay any price as long as I can see the original!" Huang Yitian asked anxiously.

In Love Apartment, Zhuge Dali's father did not expect that Huang Yitian, who had been sneering at him just a second ago, would now say that he was willing to pay any price just to see the original. His joy was beyond words and he was very proud.

"Hehehe! Isn't the original right here?" Zhuge Dali's father adjusted the camera to clearly display the inscription and signature on the wall next to Yu Nan's desk.

"What! Right there with you? Old Sun! Where are you? I'll be there soon, just wait for me!"

"Aren't you at work?"

"I'm quite free, you know."

"Your place is quite far from me."

"It's not far, I can drive here myself."

"Last time you talked about the bronze sword from the Qin Dynasty."

"No problem, no problem, it's a piece of cake."

Zhuge Dali's father was very proud, and he ignored the strange looks from the people around him and continued to show off: "The calligraphy is here, but whether I show it to you or not is not my business. This calligraphy was written by my son-in-law, he said he wrote it casually, but I didn't expect it to catch your fancy, Mr. Huang."

Huang Yitian, who was on the other end of the video, was so shocked that he was speechless.

"The author of this calligraphy is actually your son-in-law? This... Old Sun, are you kidding me?"

Zhuge Dali's father leisurely picked up a cup of tea, sipped it slowly, and winked slyly: "In that case, then it's settled. My daughter and son-in-law are getting engaged tomorrow, and I will make an exception and invite you to come and attend. But as an elder, you can't be without a gift."