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 world 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 with my own eyes. Chu If Chen's calligraphy can be as good as his paintings, then he will be a well-deserved leader of the youth army in today's calligraphy and painting industry. 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 mean something.
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 his attitude?
"Master Liao will not let go, right?" Li Le Kyo 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 kind to people, and his personality dictates that he will not say anything to Chu Chen. The words were harsh and domineering, but when he said he would go all out, he would never leave any room to spare. 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. Regardless of the subject matter or content, there is no limit on time. It shouldn't take long for both of you to complete a single calligraphy. Now, the competition begins."
The square gradually became quiet.
Attention fell on the high platform. Most people were looking at Chu Chen, expecting Chu Chen to 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 smiled and asked, "Where is Master Liao?"
< p> "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 suddenly became excited and immediately responded on behalf of Chu Chen.
"Okay"
"Choose me, choose me"
"You have calligraphy, I have stories."
At the judges' table , Zhang Shi was startled, and then said, "Old Liao really doesn't want to take advantage of Chu Chen."
If both parties can do whatever they want, Liao Zhihuan, who has been immersed in calligraphy for so many years, will always be able to write something of his own. He had the advantage in age compared to Chu Chen when it came to some of the best copybooks. Liao Zhihuan proposed to let the audience at the scene make random requests and write them. 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 high 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, and his wife opened the door and walked in. Asked, husband, have you read the news this morning?"
"The husband didn't look up and answered casually, "I read it"
"The wife asked again, did you really?" Have you read it?"
"The husband immediately became impatient. I said he would read it, so what are you doing?"
"The wife was silent and looked at her husband. Finally, he slowly turned around 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, which was the most prominent one. There was a news report about a bus that crashed into the river. This was the bus that his wife used to take to work. None of the passengers in the bus survived. He saw his wife’s name on the list of the deceased.
"The husband rushed out like crazy, but after searching the whole house, he couldn't find his wife."
The girl's voice was slightly choked, her eyes were blurry with tears, and there was no more Speak up and hand the microphone back to the staff member.
A short story, different people will have different perspectives and different moods when reading it.
When the people in the square first heard this story, most of them were silent.
Then.
Some people couldn't stand it and cursed loudly.
Some people bowed their heads in silence, feeling uncomfortable inside.
Some people felt horrified 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 is holding a pen.
After pondering for a moment, Liao Zhihuan raised his head and observed the length of the characters, and immediately started writing.
One word after another, vigorous and powerful, like an eagle preying on prey, as fast as lightning, the pen moves like a dragon and a snake, and pours down directly like a waterfall
It is completed in one breath.
Liao Zhihuan had already written the words before the projection lens even came out.
One word also expresses the meaning of the chest.
After listening to this story, there seemed to be something blocked in Liao Zhihuan’s heart. The moment he started writing, it was like a flood escaping the embankment.Released.
Chu Chen was the first person to see the words Liao Zhihuan.
"It takes ten years to cross the same boat, and a hundred years to sleep together."
Chu Chen's eyes showed shock. Such words have a kind of impact from the soul.
One stroke after another, 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 a hundred 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 the people 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?”
At the judges’ table, the four judges nodded in succession.
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 and takes the lead. Next, it’s up to Chu Chen.” Zhang Shi said. ,Please remember:,Free fastest update No anti-theft No anti-theft