"She is indeed a talented woman. Whether it is calligraphy or poetry, she is definitely a representative of youth."
"Yeah, it's so well written..."
The young talents and beauties around applauded and commented. Huang Yaodong, Zhao Yushi, Lin Yushu and Hou Xuesong also nodded frequently. They had to admire Fan Shuyuan's talent in calligraphy and poetry, which impressed them deeply.
"How's it going? Are you scared?"
Fan Shuyuan, who gave the brush to Zhu Rong, turned back and glanced at Wan Yunting arrogantly. She put down her sleeves and said with a proud smile: "If you can write better than me, I, Fan Shuyuan, will call you daddy!"
"Pfft..."
Suddenly, all the beauties around were laughed at Fan Shuyuan's words. Even Wan Yunting did not expect that Fan Shuyuan, who seemed to be a virtuous and dignified talented woman, would say such words.
Although it's just a joke, it can be seen that Fan Shuyuan's personality is lively and cheerful, unlike Gu Sinuo's elegant and cold style, which makes people uncomfortable to approach.
"Then if I lose, won't I call you aunt?"
Wan Yunting also became interested and teased with a smile.
Fan Shuyuan's peach blossom eyes lit up, she pointed at him and nodded: "Okay, it's agreed."
Wan Yunting smiled and nodded. When Zhu Rong laid a piece of rice paper on the desk again and made a hand for him, Wan Yunting nodded and picked up a suitable brush and started to dip it in ink.
, then turned around and smiled at Huang Yaodong: "Brother Huang, read me a more powerful poem."
These words made Shangguan Wenshan and Zhou Rong, as well as the other young talents and beauties present, look startled. Fan Shuyuan even said, "Hey, can't you write your own poems?"
Wan Yunting looked at her and smiled and said: "I'm sorry, I really can't compare with you in terms of poetry, so I can only rely on foreign aid. Besides, what we are competing now is calligraphy, not poetry. Do you have any objection?
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"cut."
Now Fan Shuyuan became even more disdainful and proud, and said disdainfully: "How can you write any good calligraphy like this?"
Huang Yaodong, Zhao Yushi, Lin Yushu and Hou Xuesong smiled bitterly, knowing that Wan Yunting's calligraphy was outstanding, but his poetry and poetry were indeed very poor.
"Then let me read you a song called "Wang Changling's March to the Army."
Huang Yaodong knew that Wan Yunting wrote wild cursive calligraphy, and he preferred poems with special momentum, so that he could express the sword spirit in his outstanding cursive calligraphy. He read: "Qinghai is covered with long clouds and snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance...
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As Huang Yaodong recited the words, Wan Yunting, who was holding a brush, had sharp eyes, and a powerful aura was released from his body. The expressions of Fan Shuyuan, Gu Sinuo, Shangguan Wenshan, Zhu Rong and others standing next to him changed instantly.
Looking at Wan Yunting in surprise, he could clearly feel the difference in his aura at this moment.
The brush in Wan Yunting's hand turned into a long sword, and he swayed the pen and ink on the rice paper, integrating Qi and sword intent, making his handwriting look full of powerful momentum.
Coupled with this poem about the battlefield, it was like seeing a scene of soldiers fighting bravely with long swords on the rice paper. Shangguan Wenshan and Zhu Rong, who had been staring next to them, gradually fell into this artistic conception and could not recover for a long time.
Come.
"If Loulan is not destroyed, he will never return it..."
As the last sentence fell, Wan Yunting picked up the brush in his hand and slowly placed it beside the pen holder. He looked at the words he had written on the table and nodded with satisfaction.
However, the scene was completely silent at this moment. Fan Shuyuan, Gu Sinuo, Shangguan Wenshan and Zhu Rong had frozen expressions. They were looking at the words written by Wan Yunting on the desk in trance, and they could not recover for a long time.
Those young talented family members who stretched their necks and pulled their heads to stare at Wan Yunting's calligraphy were also firmly sucked into the artistic conception of the calligraphy and couldn't extricate themselves...
Only Huang Yaodong, Zhao Yushi, Lin Yushu and Hou Xuesong, who had seen Wan Yunting's calligraphy, quickly came to their senses and smiled at Wan Yunting: "Brother Wan, your calligraphy is really amazing, even in our hearts
I was prepared, but I still fell into the artistic conception of your calligraphy unknowingly and couldn't extricate myself."
Wan Yunting turned around and smiled at them and said, "You don't have to flatter me."
"Okay, how about you give me this calligraphy and I'll auction it off for wine money?"
Lin Yushu said with a smile.
Huang Yaodong and Zhao Yushi immediately rolled their eyes at him and said: "Brother Wan, a calligraphy is worth 450 million. If you buy wine, it will be enough for you to drink rice wine for ten lifetimes."
"Oh, I'm just saying it."
Lin Yushu shrugged and smiled bitterly.
"Well…"
At this time, Shangguan Wenshan, Zhu Rong, Fan Shuyuan and Gu Sinuo came back to their senses. The four of them had widened their eyes and stared blankly at Wan Yunting's wild cursive calligraphy on the desk. The thoughts just now were still lingering in their minds.
Seeing the scene of ancient soldiers holding long swords and fighting bravely on the battlefield, the passionate emotions in their hearts seemed to be aroused, making Shangguan Wenshan and Zhu Rong's bodies tremble uncontrollably. Their hands were clenched before they knew it.
fist.
What is called calligraphy that is so amazing that it can instantly transport people to their souls? This is a living example.
It can be said that Fan Shuyuan, Shangguan Wenshan and Zhu Rong have never really encountered this kind of experience. It is an unimaginable feeling to be brought into an environment with calligraphy.
But the calligraphy written by Wan Yunting on the desk in front of me, as long as I read this poem about joining the army, I will unknowingly fall into the feeling of being on the battlefield and seeing the soldiers slashing the enemy with long swords.
The scene of the brave and bloody battle gives people a strange and incredible feeling.
"No wonder Mr. Yuan was almost frightened to death during the Lanting Prize Calligraphy Competition. It turned out that his calligraphy really had such a weird artistic conception. It was so scary."
A beautiful woman turned pale, patted her chest and exclaimed with lingering fear.
Shangguan Wenshan and Zhu Rong, who had completely come back to their senses, turned to look at Fan Shuyuan. At this time, the girl's peach blossom eyes were still looking blankly at Wan Yunting's book. Gu Sinuo beside her patted her on the shoulder, and Fan Shuyuan replied.
When he came to his senses, he screamed, his face turned pale, his chest heaved violently, and his breathing became rapid.
"Shuyuan, are you okay?"
Gu Sinuo quickly patted her back to comfort her. The other young talents and beauties around her also came to their senses. With expressions of astonishment on their faces, they pointed at the calligraphy written by Wan Yunting on the desk, and started talking about it.
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It felt as if they were trapped in an ancient battlefield, which made everyone feel weird and surprised, and gave them a thrilling feeling.
"fine…"
Fan Shuyuan, who had regained consciousness, waved her hands. Her peach-shaped eyes were a little scared to look at Wan Yunting's words. She turned to look at him in surprise and confusion, and asked: "Hey, do you know any magic? Why?"
When we look at this calligraphy, we seem to see the scene of ancient soldiers killing enemies on the battlefield?"
"witchcraft!"
Wan Yunting was amused by this girl's surprising words.
Huang Yaodong behind him said: "Brother Wan's calligraphy shows artistic conception, which is not something ordinary people can write."
"I do not believe."
Fan Shuyuan's peach blossom eyes widened, her hands on her hips, her mouth pouted angrily, and she said in apparent dissatisfaction: "Why don't we feel this way when we see the calligraphy passed down by famous ancient calligraphers? Why does he have it?
It means he must have done something while writing!"
"Yes, he is a medical student. He must have given us some kind of psychedelic drug, so that when we saw the words, we fell into an illusion. This must be like this. I am really a genius."
...Wan Yunting opened his mouth wide and was stunned by her fantastic words. He also took LSD, which made him so speechless that he smiled bitterly and shook his head. He said to Fan Shuyuan: "Beauty, it's a pity that you don't write fantasy novels."
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"Who says I haven't written? I'm currently writing a fantasy novel."
Fan Shuyuan nodded and hummed proudly.
"Haha, no wonder."
Wan Yunting smiled and nodded, then pointed to the words on the desk and said to her: "Okay, now let's talk about it, who will evaluate your and my works, who wins and who loses?"
These words made Shangguan Wenshan, Zhu Rong, and the people around them look at each other.
Today, the people who come to the Cultural and Creative Hall are all young talents and beauties. There are no seniors with senior qualifications who can evaluate whose works are good and whose works are bad.
"Of course it's mine."
Fan Shuyuan's peach blossom eyes widened, and she said with a guilty conscience.
Shangguan Wenshan and Gu Sinuo looked at each other, and the two of them secretly chuckled. When these discerning people saw it, who wouldn't know that Wan Yunting's calligraphy was more artistic.
"Wenshan, Zhu Rong, tell me."
Fan Shuyuan heard them laughing and turned to glare at them. Shangguan Wenshan and Zhu Rong quickly shook their heads and waved their hands, laughing and said: "We are not qualified to be judges, you should invite others."
Fan Shuyuan glared at them fiercely, turned around and glanced at the people around her, shouting: "Who will be the judge?"
The young talents and beauties around me looked at me and I looked at you, and they all shook their heads and said it was inappropriate...
Wan Yunting smiled, pointed to the Beihai Lake outside the attic, and said: "How about this, take out the works of the two of us and show them to five people who don't know calligraphy, and let them decide who writes better.
Some, how about that?”
Suddenly someone said: "Show it to people who don't understand, how do they evaluate who is good or bad?"
"That's right, isn't this nonsense?"
Wan Yunting turned to look at them and said with a smile: "How about you come?"
Those young people quickly shook their heads and waved their hands. Wan Yunting turned around and smiled at Fan Shuyuan and the others: "What I want are people who don't know calligraphy and use their intuition to feel it. This is more fair, isn't it?"
Fan Shuyuan rolled her eyes at him, turned to Gu Sinuo and said, "Sinuo, what do you think?"
Gu Sinuo glanced at Wan Yunting and nodded to her. Fan Shuyuan nodded: "Okay, let's do it like this, let's go..."
After saying that, she asked Zhu Rong to hold the calligraphy work she had written. Huang Yaodong also went up to help hold Wan Yunting's calligraphy work. The group went down to the attic and arrived at Beihai Lake.
Looking at the parents skating with their children on the ice, they are all ordinary citizens. They don't know anything about calligraphy. They don't even know Fan Shuyuan and Wan Yunting.