At the same time, some people's attention was also attracted by the rumors on the Internet.
A female reporter who is buying shoes, an old secretary who is drinking, a female Taoist priest who is drinking tea in the mountains, a sunny girl who is practicing calligraphy, a man wearing a hat crookedly and playing with his mobile phone, and several
A group walks on the road looking for children on Yizhi Mountain...
Deep in the mountains of southwest China, a girl on a forest road suddenly put down her mobile phone and said to her brother beside her: "Brother, I want to go abroad."
"What?" The boy looked confused.
…
At the border of Yn, a certain young man who was doing business with an elephant touched the elephant's trunk and said: "This person must be Fang Zheng. Although he looks different, I will never forget the charm of his every move.
…I’m going to find him!”
Elephants look up to the sky and roar.
In Southeast Asia, on top of a high-rise building, a man put down his wine glass and said, "Let's go visit Chairman Fang Zheng!"
…
Yes, a group of people who have always enshrined Fang Zheng in their hearts saw something fishy in some of his subconscious actions in the footage of Fang Zheng on TV, and then they began to embark on the road to Europe to find Fang Zheng.
For a time, countless people from all over the world turned their attention to Europe.
Of course, there are also some who are just idle and joining in the fun. Everyone is not sure whether it is hosted by Fang Zheng, but no one thinks that it is a waste to verify it. Anyway, idleness is idle. Many people are even willing to waste this.
, in exchange for a hint of expectation in my heart...
Fang Zheng didn't know that he had inadvertently caused another uproar. In short, he slept soundly that night.
However, due to personal habits, he still got up before dawn and couldn't stay in the house anymore. He simply slapped Hong Boy's little butt and pulled the naughty kid out of bed. After washing, he went out.
The road is blocked.
"Master, what are you doing? You finally have enough to eat and drink, and you have a place to live. How come you are so lucky that you don't come out to enjoy the breeze?" Red Boy rubbed his eyes, yawned, and said with a look of reluctance.
.
Fang Zheng said: "Look at your little potential, you have already gone abroad, so you have to go abroad no matter what. Looking at this place, it is right for you to go abroad."
"Okay, okay, you are the master, everything you say makes sense." Hong Boy responded with a yawn.
The two of them walked for more than two hours. After more than two hours, they looked at the tall buildings in front of them and the familiar scenes around them in astonishment.
"No, Master, we seem to have turned back again." Hong Hai'er said in astonishment as he looked at the scenery in front of him.
Fang Zheng wiped his nose and said: "This... seems to have really come back. Since I'm back, it's fate. Didn't I go to see the calligraphy exhibition yesterday? Today is just the day, let's go! Go in and have a look!"
When Red Boy heard this, he immediately became interested. Who wouldn't love to join in the fun without going hungry?
The arrival of two monks, one big and one small, made the waiters at the door frown. They couldn't help it. The two monks were wearing too shabby clothes. They looked like people with little money. But the waiters did not step forward to stop them.
, after confirming that although the clothes of these two monks were shabby but clean, they pretended not to see them.
There was no bloody drama, and Fang Zheng entered the exhibition hall smoothly.
At the front of the exhibition hall are some rubbings, all of them by famous people, such as Wang Xizhi’s calligraphy and so on...
It was also the first time for Fang Zheng to see the handwritings of these famous ancient people, and he looked at them with great interest.
Further forward, some calligraphers were writing on the spot. Although it lacked the charm of the ancients, it was still full of the beauty of calligraphy. Each stroke was very grand. Fang Zheng nodded along as he watched.
"Haha, this mage, you seem to be able to read and nod while reading," a middle-aged man who had just picked up a pen said with a gentle smile.
Fangzheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I know a little bit about this, but not much. The word "sir" has a very watery flavor. When it softens, it flows into a gurgling stream. When it becomes wild, it's like the rushing Yellow River. It's really beautiful."
As soon as these words came out, the man was stunned, and he cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, Wang Daochun, I wonder what you call the Master?"
Fang Zheng put his hands together and said, "Poor monk Fang Zheng."
Wang Daochun was stunned and said: "Fang Zheng? Uh... I'm sorry, this Dharma name is too loud..."
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, every time the poor monk uses the Dharma name, everyone seems to react very loudly."
Wang Daochun chuckled and said: "This is unlikely to be possible. Chairman Fang Zheng is a god-like figure in China. Who knows? But anyone can choose a name. It doesn't mean that just because someone else has it, I have to.
Change... Master, from what you just said, it seems that you are quite good at calligraphy."
Wang Daochun obviously didn't want to get entangled in this issue, so he changed the topic and returned to calligraphy.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "I know a little bit, I haven't written for a long time, and I don't know what else I can write."
"Haha... Master, you are too polite. The library has just opened and there are not many people there. If Master wants to write, you can use our pen and ink. What we are talking about is calligraphy, not good or bad." Wang Daochun laughed.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "Whether the calligraphy is good or bad, why do you still write calligraphy? Can't you just go home and write casually? There are ups and downs in everything. This is the Chinese Calligraphy Exhibition, not the Chinese Embarrassing Exhibition. Everyone here
The words are all for foreign guests to appreciate. If you find someone to write them randomly, you will not only lose your people, but also the face of China!"
While he was talking, a man slowly walked over with a few people, like stars holding the moon.
"Huang Yu, what are you doing here?" Wang Daochun obviously didn't like Huang Yu.
Fang Zheng didn't like it either, because Huang Yu didn't look like a calligrapher, but more like a businessman. His look at people was not as frank and easy-going as Wang Daochun, but a little more sharp, like a knife.
Huang Yu said: "You have put up a sign for the Chinese Calligraphy Touring Exhibition. I am also a calligrapher. Come and take a look and write a few words. Isn't it too much? I just didn't expect that China has become so lonely that there are no calligraphers. It needs to be grasped.
Are you living like a wild monk on the roadside?"
When a young man behind Wang Daochun heard this, he said angrily: "That's better than traveling across the ocean to be a dog! If you don't learn the things of your ancestors, you abandon Chinese calligraphy and learn some nondescript things, and when you come back, you claim to be orthodox and scold your ancestors.
Everything is dregs, and country R is the real culture. I’ve seen shameless people, but I’ve never seen anyone so shameless!”
Huang Yu's face turned slightly ugly when he heard this, but he still kept a proud smile on his face and said lightly: "Wang Daochun, you are still so worthless. When elders talk, children interrupt randomly and are rude. No wonder Huaxia
My calligraphy has fallen into disrepair. If my character and quality are not good enough, how can I carry my calligraphy?"