"Uncle, look at these two words, who writes better?"
Fan Shuyuan put on her down jacket again, ran towards a middle-aged man, and quickly asked Zhu Rong and Huang Yaodong to show her works and Wan Yunting's works to the middle-aged man, which made him unable to react for a while.
Ting smiled and said: "Brother, just rely on your own feelings, which of the two characters you think is better."
"This one."
The middle-aged man scratched his head, pointed with his gloved left hand at Huang Yaodong's wild cursive calligraphy by Wan Yunting, and said: "Although I can't understand what this character says, it feels like it's written well."
Better than this one!"
This comment made Fan Shuyuan's expression stunned. When she reacted, she glared and pointed at the calligraphy Zhu Rong was holding: "Uncle, no matter how good you look at it, isn't this one better than his?"
The middle-aged man shook his head, but pointed firmly at Wan Yunting's calligraphy, and said: "I still think this one is better written and more powerful than this one, and yours is a bit delicate, so I can't understand it.
.”
...When Fan Shuyuan heard that he said her handwriting was delicate and could not be understood, she almost vomited blood. Her peach blossom eyes suddenly widened and she hummed: "I don't believe it, no one recognizes that I write well."
So Fan Shuyuan stopped the elder sister in front of her again. As a result, the elder sister looked at the two characters and pointed at the one written by Wan Yunting. Although they couldn't understand what the wild cursive characters were, they could
I feel that Wan Yunting's calligraphy is better.
Fan Shuyuan, who did not believe in evil, took an old man with her. This old man seemed to know a little calligraphy, but he did not know young people like Wan Yunting. When he saw the words written by Wan Yunting, he narrowed his eyes and said on the spot: "
The sword energy turns into ink, and the words are like sword skills, good words!"
The old man immediately asked: "Who wrote this calligraphy?"
When Wan Yunting saw that the old man could see the sword meaning contained in his calligraphy, he knew that he must be a martial arts practitioner. It could also be seen from the bones of his strong body. Wan Yunting quickly stepped forward and respectfully
He smiled politely and said, "Old sir, I wrote this word."
The old man's eyes widened, he looked Wan Yunting up and down, and said in surprise: "You can write such calligraphy full of sword spirit at such a young age. Little brother, you are not easy."
Wan Yunting cupped his hands and saluted: "Thank you, sir."
"no…"
After reacting, Fan Shuyuan stood in front of Wan Yunting, pointed at the calligraphy Zhu Rong was holding, and said to the old man: "Old sir, don't you think I can write better?"
The old man looked at her calligraphy and said with a smile: "Girl, your handwriting is not bad, even very good. I have been writing calligraphy for decades, and to be honest, I can't write it as well as you."
Okay, but in terms of calligraphy attainments, your calligraphy is indeed not as good as this little brother."
This time Fan Shuyuan's face tightened and she was completely disappointed.
The old man's grandson called him, and he walked over. Wan Yunting and Shangguan Wenshan quickly saluted the old man and watched him run towards his grandson before looking back at Fan Shuyuan, who looked depressed and unhappy. Wan Yunting smiled and said:
"This is the third place, do you want to continue?"
"What are you proud of?"
Fan Shuyuan turned her head, glanced at him viciously with her peach-blossom eyes, pursed her lips and hummed: "Didn't you say five? This is the third one. It's not like I can't afford to lose."
"Okay, then I'll leave first."
Seeing that she had given up, Wan Yunting signaled to Huang Yaodong and asked him to roll up his handwriting and prepare to take it away.
After all, the calligraphy I am writing now is worth a thousand dollars, so I cannot easily fall into the hands of others.
"Wait, give me your handwriting!"
Just as Huang Yaodong handed the rolled-up letter to Wan Yunting, Fan Shuyuan pouted and reached out to ask for it. Wan Yunting was stunned, and looked back at her and said: "I won you, fuck you."
Why am I giving you the words? Isn’t it right that you give them to me?”
Fan Shuyuan's peach blossom eyes widened and she said angrily: "Will you give it to me or not?"
Wan Yunting held the scroll in his hand and said with a smile: "My calligraphy has become valuable. If you want it, buy it with money."
These words made Shangguan Wenshan and Gu Sinuo beside Zhu Ronggen, Huang Yaodong and Zhao Yushi look stunned. Other young talents and beauties around also looked at Wan Yunting strangely. Didn't he know that Fan Shuyuan was Fan Liren's granddaughter?
?
"Tch, if you don't give it, I won't give it. I don't care about it."
When Fan Shuyuan saw that he still wanted to buy it with her money, she was so angry that she glared at Wan Yunting, turned around, pushed through the crowd, and walked out.
"Shuyuan..."
Seeing this, Gu Sinuo nodded to Wan Yunting, turned around and chased after Fan Shuyuan.
Shangguan Wenshan and the others also smiled at Wan Yunting, slightly cupped their hands, and turned to leave.
The other young talents and beauties looked at each other in confusion. Although they had no good impression of Wan Yunting, they were impressed by his calligraphy when they saw it with their own eyes.
So their expressions were a bit awkward and they didn't know what to say. Some politely bowed their hands to Wan Yunting before leaving, while some chose to turn their heads and leave in embarrassment...
"Brother Wan, you haven't had lunch yet. How about we find a place to eat?"
Huang Yaodong didn't care about this anymore. It was rare that he met Wan Yunting again in the capital, so he naturally wanted to have a good drink.
But Wan Yunting shook his head and refused, and said with a smile: "Brother Huang, I have to visit Mr. Fan now, how about tonight, I will find a place and let's have a good drink."
Lin Yushu asked in confusion: "Brother Wan, didn't you come from Mr. Fan?"
"no."
Wan Yunting shook his head.
Huang Yaodong and Zhao Yushi didn't think too much. Seeing that he was going to visit Mr. Fan, they naturally no longer insisted on having dinner together at noon. They nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, you are free tonight. Give me a call and we will do it."
arrive."
"Okay, then I'll leave first."
Wan Yunting held the scroll in one hand and bowed his hands to Huang Yaodong, Lin Yushu, Hou Xuesong and the others, then turned around and headed straight out of Beihai Lake, planning to take a taxi on the road outside to visit Fan Liren at his home...
When Shaoxing said goodbye before, he promised to visit him when he had the opportunity to come to the capital. This time it happened to be the National Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference. As a junior, Wan Yunting naturally had to visit Mr. Fan.
Fan Shuyuan returned to the attic and sat on the chair angrily, her little mouth pouting so much that Gu Sinuo and Shangguan Wenshan found it funny, but she was not happy anymore and hummed: "You also think that my calligraphy
Not as good as that guy?”
Shangguan Wenshan and Gu Sinuo looked at each other and said with a smile: "Shuyuan, the artistic conception of the calligraphy written by Wan Yunting is indeed unusual and superb, so..."
"Okay, you don't have to tell me, I already know, hum."
Fan Shuyuan raised her hand to stop Shangguan Wenshan, not wanting to hear any more.
Gu Sinuo went up, pulled her to comfort her and said with a smile: "Shuyuan, look at it a little more. There are so many people who write calligraphy in the world, and there may be people who can write better than him, so you don't want to
Sorry, at least you are the best among us in calligraphy. As long as we practice more diligently in the future, one day we will surpass him."
"real?"
Fan Shuyuan turned to look at Gu Sinuo, she smiled softly and nodded.
Fan Shuyuan understood that these were words of comfort, but she felt a little better.
As for Wan Yunting's calligraphy, she actually admitted in her heart that she lost, but it hurt her own face, so Fan Shuyuan just expressed her dissatisfaction.
In fact, the reason why Fan Shuyuan hates Wan Yunting is because her grandfather Fan Liren praised him in front of the media at the Lanting Award!
You must know that Fan Shuyuan comes from a scholarly family, and her grandfather Fan Liren is a leading figure in the Chinese literary world. She has been fond of calligraphy and painting since she was a child, but her grandfather, who has always been strict, rarely praises her calligraphy and painting works.
Therefore, when Fan Shuyuan saw her grandfather Fan Liren praising Wan Yunting's calligraphy so unstintingly on TV, she was filled with jealousy.
Therefore, when she found out that it was Wan Yunting at the gate of Gu Mansion, Fan Shuyuan arrogantly tried to provoke him.
"Forget it, I'm going back."
Fan Shuyuan stood up and prepared to go back to find her grandfather.
"Shuyuan, you won't attend the exchange meeting?"
Zhu Rong shouted quickly.
"No, I'm not in the mood right now, you can take charge."
Fan Shuyuan waved her hand and went downstairs, leaving Shangguan Wenshan and Gu Sinuo looking at each other. They could only shake their heads and smile...
At this time, Wan Yunting was sitting in a taxi, heading to the Third Ring Road of Beijing, and came to the entrance of an alley. Since the alley was so narrow that no car could enter, Wan Yunting could only get out of the car and walk, relying on what Fan Liren had told him.
He walked around the alley for a while and finally saw the door of a house with the house number 690.
This alley is inherited from ancient architecture. You must know that the most valuable thing in Beijing is the courtyard house, and this house with a "Fan Mansion" plaque hanging on the door is the standard courtyard house in Beijing. There are two stone drums on the left and right of the gate.
The big red wooden door and the high threshold are all left over from the past.
Wan Yunting came to the door and patted the copper ring on it. After a while, an old man's voice came from inside and shouted: "Who is it?"
Hearing Fan Liren's voice, Wan Yunting shouted: "Mr. Fan, it's me, Wan Yunting..."