Zhang Shi and Liao Zhihuan were also old friends. At this time, they smiled and said, "Old Liao, you have to go all out, otherwise, you will be really in danger today."
Liao Zhihuan responded with a free and easy smile, "I have always hoped that more young talents will rise in the field of calligraphy and painting. Today is not only a worthwhile trip for you, but also for me. I am grateful to be able to witness the emergence of a young talent. Chu Chu
If Chen Chen's calligraphy can be as outstanding as his paintings, then he will be a well-deserved leader of the youth army in today's calligraphy and painting circles. I am also very happy to witness that the essence of Chinese culture can be better passed on." Liao Zhihuan said this.
At that time, it seemed to have some meaning.
There was no scene of needles facing each other on the high platform.
This made many rich second-generation literary and art circles who were already worried nervous. How could Master Liao win over Chu Chen with this attitude?
"Master Liao doesn't know how to let things go, right?" Li Lejing blurted out.
"You don't have to worry about this." Luo Yunlong next to him had already cheered up, looked up at the high platform, and said, "Master Liao is a kind person and his personality dictates that he will not say anything harsh and domineering to Chu Chen. However,
He said he would go all out, but he would never leave anything to chance. This is also Master Liao's code of conduct."
At the judges' table, Zhang Shi began to announce, "The rules of the calligraphy competition are the same as those of paintings. No matter the subject matter, no matter the content, there is no time limit. The time required to paint one calligraphy should not be used by either of you."
How long, now, the competition begins."
The square gradually became quiet.
All attention fell on the high platform, and most of the people were looking at Chu Chen, expecting whether Chu Chen would suddenly use Kung Fu calligraphy.
A pure calligraphy competition seems to be unable to satisfy this group of viewers who have been spoiled by Chu Chen.
Liao Zhihuan looked at Chu Chen with a smile, "Have you decided what to write?"
Chu Chen did not answer directly, but asked with a smile, "Where is Master Liao?"
"I have a suggestion." Liao Zhihuan suddenly became interested and said, "Why don't we each pick a friend at the scene and let the other person express his or her demands, and we will write a picture based on their demands."
As soon as the words were spoken, the audience in the square immediately became excited and immediately responded on behalf of Chu Chen.
"good!"
"Choose me, choose me!"
"You have calligraphy, I have stories."
At the judges' table, Zhang Shi was stunned, and then said, "Old Liao really doesn't want to take advantage of Chu Chen at all."
If both parties can play freely, Liao Zhihuan has been immersed in calligraphy for so many years and always has some copybooks that he is the best and the best at. Compared with Chu Chen, he has an age advantage. And Liao Zhihuan proposed to let the audience at the scene make random appeals. They
To write, in this way, both parties may encounter subjects that they are not good at.
"This is quite interesting." Huangfu Yuanjing smiled with interest.
"I have no objection." Chu Chen also nodded, then waved his hand and said, "Master Liao, please go first."
Liao Zhihuan did not give in. He nodded immediately and walked to the edge of the platform. Wherever Liao Zhihuan looked, the audience raised their hands in excitement.
In the end, Liao Zhihuan chose a girl with a red hat.
The girl took the microphone handed over by the staff, took a deep breath, and the surrounding area became quiet. They were all curious and looking forward to what question the girl would give Liao Zhihuan.
"Hello, Master Liao, just today, I saw a short story, which was very touching." The girl said, "A husband was playing games on his mobile phone in the room. His wife opened the door and walked in and asked, husband, what do you think?
Did you catch the news this morning?"
"The husband didn't look up and answered casually. I looked at it."
"My wife asked again, did you really read it?"
"My husband immediately became impatient. I just watched it after I said it. What are you doing?"
"The wife remained silent, looked at her husband, and finally turned around slowly and exited the room."
"After playing a few games, my husband felt a little tired and quit the game. He remembered what his wife had just said and subconsciously opened the news column. The most prominent part of the column reported the news of a bus crash and falling into a river. This
It was the bus that his wife always took when going to work. None of the passengers in the bus survived, and he saw his wife’s name on the list of the deceased.”
"The husband rushed out like crazy, but he searched the whole house and couldn't find his wife."
The girl's voice was slightly choked and her eyes were blurry with tears. She didn't speak anymore and handed the microphone back to the staff.
A short story, different people will have different angles and different moods when reading it.
When the people in the square first heard this story, most of them were silent.
Later.
Some people couldn't stand it and cursed loudly.
Some people bowed their heads in silence, feeling uncomfortable inside.
Some people felt frightened for a moment.
Someone...
Liao Zhihuan was silent for a moment, turned and walked to the middle of the high platform, came to the long table, and picked up the pen.
Chu Chen's eyes also fell on Liao Zhihuan.
Liao Zhihuan holds the pen.
After pondering for a moment, Liao Zhihuan raised his head to observe the length of the characters and immediately started writing.
Each word is vigorous and powerful, like an eagle preying on prey, as fast as lightning, the pen moves like a dragon or a snake, and pours down directly like a waterfall...
Done in one go.
Even before the projection lens had time to come out, Liao Zhihuan had already written the words.
A word also expresses the meaning of the chest.
After hearing this story, there seemed to be something blocked in Liao Zhihuan's heart. The moment he started writing, it was released like a flood.
Chu Chen was the first person to see the calligraphy of Liao Zhihuan.
“Ten years of cultivation can lead to crossing in the same boat, and a hundred years of cultivation can lead to sleeping together on the same pillow.”
Chu Chen's eyes showed shock. Such words had a kind of impact from his soul.
Stroke by stroke, full of affection.
A sentence that is well-known to every household is now revealed in Liao Zhihuan's pen, and the emotions expressed in the words are vividly experienced.
The skills of top master Liao Zhihuan are fully demonstrated.
This word was also projected on the big screen.
It took ten years to build the same boat.
After hundreds of years of cultivation, we can sleep together.
In the huge square, an inexplicable atmosphere suddenly rose, and many people subconsciously held the hands of those around them.
"Cherish those who are always with you, or always want to be with you."
"A short story and a master's calligraphy are really charming and shocking."
"I don't know you, why are you holding my hand... you bastard!"
At the judges' table, the four judges nodded again and again.
Zhong Xiuqing's eyes were even more moist, "Actually, the older we are, the less able we are to read these words and hear these stories."
"Old Liao is indeed very powerful. He takes the lead first. Next, it depends on Chu Chen." Zhang Shi said.
This chapter has been completed!