Ethan took out a notebook and a pen.
"The ninth year of Yonghe."
As soon as he started writing, he felt that his control over the pen had reached an unprecedented level once again. The characters slowly flowed out from under his pen. When these four characters appeared vividly on the paper, it seemed that this originally ordinary piece of waste paper was instantly endowed with luster and became shiny.
Looking at those characters again, there was really a faint charm of being as light as floating clouds and as vigorous as startled dragons! This feeling was really unprecedentedly wonderful for Ethan. He couldn't help but secretly rejoice. His previous handwriting had been so ugly, but now he could write such beautiful characters. He even thought smugly in his heart that even Kevin, who had won the first prize in the county - level calligraphy competition and the second prize in the city - level calligraphy competition, although he had disliked this guy before, he had to admit that he really had some skills, especially his handwriting was truly excellent. But now, Ethan was absolutely certain that he could crush Kevin in calligraphy.
William was known as the Sage of Calligraphy, and his calligraphy had a profound influence on generations of people. Calligraphers in all dynasties held him in high esteem and were sincerely convinced. And "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion" was William's magnum opus. Even if one only had one - tenth of his peak strength, it would still be enough to amaze ordinary people.
"Try something else. Let's do Oliver's regular script!"
Oliver was known as the greatest master of Tang regular script. The regular script written by Ethan seemed to have much more majestic momentum than the printed characters in the book. Each character seemed to be endowed with life. No wonder people said that Oliver's calligraphy had the appearance of dragons and snakes fighting and the momentum of light clouds enshrouding.
Huff!
Ethan blew gently again, and Oliver's calligraphy copybook seemed to become much lighter. He curiously tasted it and found that it was also extremely delicious. In a short while, he "ate" the entire copybook clean.
After eating, Ethan couldn't wait to check his absorption situation inside his body.
"12%! Whoa! There's also a surprise this time! The absorption rate has actually reached 12%!"
Ethan wrote a few more characters on the book again. Those characters looked extremely beautiful and pleasing to the eye. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he had now fallen deeply in love with this feeling of writing. Before writing each time, there would be a general image of the character in his mind, but after writing it out, there would be some differences, and it was precisely these differences that filled Ethan's heart with great anticipation.
Then, it was Zack's wild cursive script!
"Damn! Why does this wild cursive script have a spicy taste! But it's exciting enough!" Ethan shouted excitedly while "eating".
After eating, he checked the absorption situation again.
"The absorption rate is 20%!"
This was a bit unexpected. It was actually more than what had been absorbed before.
After digestion, Ethan started writing again.
"Qin Yuan Chun · Snow!"
When he wrote, the characters were magnificent, with wide - open and wide - close strokes, and the pen strokes were as heavy as a thousand pounds, unrestrained and free - flowing. As Ethan wrote, he felt that there was a surge of energy in his chest, which he wanted to express vividly through his brushwork. At first, he wrote with a signature pen. Although the characters written were still very beautiful, he always felt that it was not carefree enough, just like when drinking, always using a small wine cup and not being able to fully enjoy the hearty feeling.
Ethan simply put down his pen and hurriedly ran downstairs to buy some more ink, brushes, and paper.
"North country scene: A hundred leagues locked in ice, a thousand leagues of whirling snow.
Both sides of the Great Wall, One single white immensity.
The Yellow River's swift current, Is stilled from end to end.
The mountains dance like silver snakes, And the highlands charge like wax - hued elephants, Vying with heaven in stature.
On a fine day, the land, Clad in white, adorned in red, Grows more enchanting.
This land so rich in beauty, Has made countless heroes bow in homage.
But alas! Qing Shihuang and Han Wudi Were lacking in literary grace, And Tang Taizong and Song Taizu Had little poetry in their souls;
And Genghis Khan, Proud Son of Heaven for a day, Knew only shooting eagles, bow outstretched.
All are past and gone! For truly great men, Look to this age alone!"
As the pen moved like a flying dragon and a wriggling snake, it seemed that there were thousands of beautiful things in his chest. Ethan wrote extremely happily, and after finishing writing one piece, he felt thoroughly satisfied.
"This is what it feels like to write!" Ethan said.
"Continue!"
Then, he spread out the paper again and started writing. This time, he wrote for an hour.
"For the first time, I've discovered that just writing can make a person feel so comfortable." Ethan said.
He looked at the pen and paper in front of him and felt that they seemed to have an infinite magic, as if they could draw him deeply into them.
Just as he dipped his pen in ink and was about to write again, he received a call from Ethan Lee.
"Dad, what's up?"
"Xiaochen, come over! Hurry up! I can't handle it here. There are a lot of people waiting for you! Come over quickly. If you don't come, they say they won't leave. And some of them have come from a long way." Ethan Lee said anxiously to Ethan on the other end of the phone.
"What's the situation?" Ethan asked somewhat helplessly.
However, he could still hear the chaotic noise on the other end of the phone. It was really too noisy.
Ethan couldn't help but feel a bit dumbfounded. Needless to say, it must be the trouble caused by his bamboo carving. In this era, people with a little talent will be sought after, let alone his bamboo carving, which was not just a simple talent.
There was no way. Ethan had to reluctantly put down the brush in his hand and then walked towards the Immortal Seat in Hope Ridge.
When he was almost at the Immortal Seat, Ethan saw that the Immortal Seat, which was as large as a small square, was almost full of people. Although Hope Ridge was not very high or steep, with so many people standing on this Immortal Seat and the number still increasing, if this continued, something might really happen.
"Uncle! When will that handsome young man come?"
"I drove for three hours to get here."
"What's three hours of driving? I drove for five hours and got up in the middle of the night." Another girl said.
"No matter where you come from, we have to follow the principle of first come, first served later. No queue - jumping!" Another girl who arrived first said somewhat discontentedly.
"Being early doesn't mean you're so great! Later, let the handsome guy choose. Whoever he chooses will naturally be first!" A beautiful girl said, very confident in her appearance.
...
Ethan looked at this scene and was a bit stunned. He found that most of them were young girls here. Many of them were obviously精心打扮过 (dressed up carefully). However, there were also some, like couples who came together, and the two were still wearing couple outfits, waiting here. This situation was like the first time seeing a camera. They wanted to have themselves left on the bamboo carving.
No! It was not just a simple leaving, but a complete sublimation. Just like a person, after taking a photo, they need to retouch the photo later, and even Photoshop some other dreamy things.
"Wow! The handsome guy is here!"
The people waiting on the periphery, seeing Ethan coming, screamed in surprise one by one, with joy on their faces.
"Handsome guy, do you remember me? Yesterday when you were carving the bamboo board for that little girl, I was here. You said you were not free yesterday, so I came here specially today. Handsome guy, you can't reject me this time." The girl pouted and said to Ethan in a coquettish manner.
Unfortunately, Ethan didn't even notice her pouting expression at all. When she was halfway through her words, someone had already walked up and pushed her aside.
"Handsome guy, I was also here yesterday. I came here specifically to find you today. You can't let us down." Another pretty girl said.
"Handsome guy, today is the 100th hour since my boyfriend and I met. We want to remember this moment. Help us record this moment." The girl said to Ethan beside a boy. She only learned about this situation after seeing it on the Internet yesterday.
Although most of them were for Ethan's bamboo carving, there were also a few infatuated little girls who came just for Ethan.
"Wow, little brother is really handsome! Especially with his long hair hanging down, it's so charming. Little brother, do you have a boyfriend?"
Ethan looked at such a lively scene. To be honest, he was also a bit dazed. Not to mention his father, even he himself could hardly bear this situation. This scene was really too popular.