About ten minutes later, everyone gradually came back to their senses from the artistic conception brought by Liao Zhihuan's calligraphy. They once again sighed at the power of Liao Zhihuan's calligraphy skills, and then all their eyes turned to Chu Chen.
Liao Zhihuan has indeed performed at his peak level. So, how will Chu Chen respond next?
In the rich second generation literary and art circle, Li Lejing breathed a sigh of relief at this time, "With the level of Master Liao's calligraphy, it would be difficult for Chu Chen to win against Master Liao."
Luo Yunlong also had a smile on his face, "You are indeed Master Liao."
A huge stone was temporarily put down in their hearts.
On the other side, Song Xieyang held Su Yuexian's hand, "Master Liao's sentence of "Ten years of practice means we can cross the same boat, and a hundred years of practice can make us sleep together." It really touched my heart. To be honest, this is the best calligraphy I have ever seen.
It touches me the most, and I personally think it is the best piece of writing.”
Even Mr. Song did not object to this statement.
Master Liao is indeed too powerful.
Next, let’s look at Chu Chen.
Everyone gradually became quiet, and Chu Chen also walked to the edge of the high platform. Suddenly, countless people rushed to raise their hands, hoping to be selected by Chu Chen.
"Master Liao just chose a girl, so I'll choose a boy." Chu Chen smiled and looked at a boy wearing glasses. The boy looked ordinary and had a slightly thin body.
When it was confirmed that Chu Chen had chosen him, the boy's body actually trembled, and then he took the microphone handed over by the staff.
"Hello, Master Chu." The boy's voice was a little excited and trembling at first, "I just heard the little story told by the girl. I believe everyone was deeply touched. It just so happened that I also read a little story.
.”
Everyone listened quietly. This unique calligraphy competition made people look forward to it.
The boy's calm voice was quite nice, "It's been two years since the boy and the girl broke up. The two parties have deleted each other's phone calls, WeChat, QQ and other contact information, and have never disturbed each other again."
"However, the first thing a boy does after get off work every day is to reflexively open the girl's Weibo and look at the girl's mood every day."
"Sometimes a girl is happy, sometimes she is depressed, sometimes she is sad..."
"The boy has been watching silently, and even, in order to prevent the girl from knowing, he deletes all traces of his browsing every time."
"Suddenly one day, the girl's Weibo was updated again. A simple sentence: I'm getting married. I won't wait any longer, and I won't update it anymore."
The little story the boy told has ended.
It was a completely different feeling than what the girl mentioned before.
They can all touch people's hearts.
Someone once did an experiment. At least eight out of ten people had a person they once loved but couldn't get and later became even more unreachable. There were two more who chose to remain silent.
The boy took off his eyes, his glasses blurred with tears, "It's been a year since she and I broke up, and I...I've been doing the same thing."
No one laughs at boys.
Everyone looked at Chu Chen silently with their own feelings about this little story.
Waiting for Chu Chen's response.
Chu Chen pondered for a while and looked in one direction.
Song family, Song Yan.
In comparison, he is lucky.
Chu Chen walked to the long table and picked up the brush.
This time, he didn't show off his skills or calligraphy as everyone expected, he just put pen to paper.
The tip of the pen moves over the rice paper, and the overflowing fragrance of ink seems to be permeating with some kind of emotion that touches the soul.
Liao Zhihuan also walked to Chu Chen's side and watched Chu Chen write this...
“Flowers are ready to be cut off when they bloom, but don’t wait until there are no flowers left to break off branches.”
It is also a straightforward and simple sentence.
It can be said that everyone in the square is familiar with this sentence. However, just like Master Liao's previous sentence, "A hundred years of cultivation make us sleep together", under the premise of a short story, this sentence seems very meaningful.
The outside touches people's hearts.
"If you like it, go for it."
"She may dock for a while, but she will not wait for your ship forever."
"Although Chu Chen didn't demonstrate Kung Fu calligraphy, this calligraphy seemed to be like the palm of Tathagata, opening up both my Ren and Du channels."
"I decided to confess my love to her. I'm willing to do whatever it takes, regardless of whether her husband agrees or not."
"???"
Both pieces of calligraphy were sent to the four judges.
This time, the outcome is unpredictable.
Just like the audience in the square, some people like, "Ten years of cultivation can lead to the same boat, and a hundred years of cultivation can lead to sleeping together."
Some people also like to say, "Flowers are ready to be cut off when they are in bloom. Don't wait until there are no flowers to break off branches."
On the high platform, Liao Zhihuan did not hesitate to praise him. He seemed not to care about the final victory or defeat at all. He gave Chu Chen a thumbs up and said, "Chu Chen, you are so awesome."
Chu Chen smiled humbly, "Master Liao's calligraphy is truly superb."
Liao Zhihuan laughed heartily. The more he looked at Chu Chen, the more he liked it. He even invited Chu Chen to have dinner together after the game. Chu Chen agreed on the spot.
This was a competition that had no atmosphere at all, but the audience in the square did not find it boring at all.
The two calligraphy and paintings reflected in the two short stories both hit the soul directly. Compared with the violent storm during the painting competition, which is shocking, the calligraphy competition is as warm as water and penetrates the soul.
Everyone's eyes turned to the judges' bench.
"The four judges also seem to have differences, and there is no unified opinion." Situ Jing was surprised, "Sister Tao, if your Chu Chen can do this, he has actually won."
Jiang Yingtao nodded, then came back to his senses, with a dark face, "What about my Chu Chen?"
Situ Jing smiled and said, "Didn't you see what Chu Chen wrote? Flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom. Don't wait until there are no flowers to break branches. Since Sister Tao likes Chu Chen, then take him down. With Sister Tao's
Conditions, it’s not easy to get it.”
"roll!"
The rich second-generation literary and art circles are becoming nervous again.
The two paintings and calligraphy were really indistinguishable, and the final decision of victory fell on the four judges.
"If there is no distinction between top and bottom, in order to take care of Master Liao's face, we should always let Master Liao win." Luo Yunlong murmured, "Moreover, Zhang Shi has been a good friend of Master Liao for many years, so he may have some emotional tendencies.
"
Everyone is waiting for the final result.
five minutes later.
Zhang Shi stood up and turned on the microphone, "Everyone, please be quiet."
All eyes were focused on the judges' seat.
"There is no doubt that for the world of calligraphy and painting, today is a super feast that is rare in fifty years. Whether it is painting or calligraphy, it has left an indelible impression on me, and I believe you will be the same."
Zhang Shi said, "As for the two calligraphy works between Liao Zhihuan and Chu Chen, there were indeed differences of opinion among the four of us judges. Coincidentally, two of the four of us thought Chu Chen was better.
There are also two people who think that Liao Zhihuan's level is higher, so I declare that this game is a draw."
