I really don't want to be red

Chapter 374 Please start your show

After half an hour.

An Ran put down the pen first.

When he put down the pen, he let out a long breath.

Liu Na thoughtfully helped him wipe the sweat off his forehead.

He never expected that painting and writing poems on celadon vases would be much more difficult than he imagined.

Especially when he was writing, he often felt uncontrollable, so when he wrote, he used extra strength with his arms, but he couldn't write too hard. The strength in the middle really made him waste a lot of effort.

Fortunately, the hard work paid off, and there was no trouble in the middle, and it was finally completed.

After Liu Na wiped his sweat off, she immediately found a piece of red flannel to cover the celadon bottle.

Che Taigen sneered, "Pretending to be a ghost!"

Another five or six minutes passed.

Lee Byung-ho, Yoo Sung-hyun, and Kim Min-ho all put down their pens.

"It's time to start!"

Che Taigen cheered up, "We come first or you come first."

"The visitor is a guest, you go first!" Liu Qianshan said.

"Hey!" Che Taigen smiled, after we show it, will that brat have the face to show it?

That's fine, it's better to let the enemy lose without fighting.

"Binghao, read your poem to everyone first!"

"Ok!"

Li Binghao picked up the rice paper on the table and shook it lightly, only to see that the ink was dripping on it, and the words were made of silver hooks and iron, vigorous and powerful.

Although his main display is poetry, the word is not bad at all.

Jin Minhao, who mainly exhibits calligraphy, is probably even more powerful.

This idea came to many people's minds.

He picked up the rice paper, and the camera turned on it immediately.

Li Binghao raised his head and shook his head twice before he said in a deep voice: "Ye Lujiang."

The crowd nodded.

The Yelu River is a large river on the border between Xia and Han, but due to historical reasons, Hanzhou was divided into north and south and has not yet become one.

"The Yangtze River flows through the ages,

When will the melting and rippling rest.

Spring comes and new grapes grow green,
The bright sunshine can be Liang Ou. "

After Li Binghao finished reading, he smacked his mouth twice, put down the rice paper, and said involuntarily: "Good poetry, good poetry..."

What the fuck?

An Ran looked at this guy in surprise, and there was such a shameless person.

Praise yourself?Only Koreans can do it.

Che Taigen smiled confidently and said: "Binghao's poem is not bad, Yelu River is indeed a Yangtze River, and the scenery is rare in the world, and this song eulogizes with things."

"We in Hanzhou are like the Yelu River, we are constantly rushing forward, and we will definitely create our own brilliance..."

There is something in your words.

Liu Qianshan is so bored that he can't help it, this group of dudes will never forget to secretly look for your presence.

He dare not say anything else, An Ran is definitely better than these rotten people in terms of poetry and calligraphy.

Especially Li Binghao's poem, although it is quite imposing, it has no connotative charm.

It belongs to you and you can watch it, but it lacks the charm that people can chew on repeatedly.

Before he could speak, Lin Baili sneered, "What are you writing, it's just you bragging. You'll see later, I don't want to say how good Brother An's poems are. It's still okay to dump this ten streets." !"

"absurd!"

Che Taigen's expression changed, "You are insulting Binghao's work!"

What happened to this poem?Majestic, bold and bold, it is definitely a good poem.

"No need to insult, I won't say much, you continue to show, and you will read our poems later!" Lin Baili didn't bother to say more to him.

Che Taigen glanced at the two of them, and found that they looked contemptuous and full of confidence.

Looking at the others, everyone on the Xiazhou Exchange Group had a look of disgust on their faces.

He was a little uneasy.

Could it be that guy is really so powerful?
It's not that ancient culture is no longer popular in Xiazhou, not to mention people who can write poetry, even if they like to read, there are not many people.

I'm not so unlucky, I just met such a powerful guy.

Che Taigen felt a little uncertain.

Hmph, after reading it later, you will know that even if it is a masterpiece, I can tell you that it is worthless.

Li Binghao also had a gloomy expression, "Are you people from Xiazhou so immeasurable?"

The poem I spent half an hour writing is nothing to tell you.

Personally unhappy.

As a result, when he said this, no one paid any attention to him.

I am Nima!
So annoying.

Che Taigen said coldly: "Binghao, don't be angry."

Li Binghao snorted, "I want to see how good a poem that guy can write!"

Hey, you probably doubt life.

The audience in the live broadcast room were all overjoyed.

"I wonder what poem Teacher An will write this time?"

"It's very likely that it's a curse poem. This guy's literary talent is basically sprayed on his opponents, and he usually doesn't show it!"

"When you say that, I look forward to it even more."

"I think that there is a high probability that An Dangdao will write a good poem on this occasion and teach him how to be a man."

"No matter what the poem is, it's impossible to win An Dangdang anyway..."

At the scene, Cha Tae Geun said to Yoo Sung Hyun: "Sung Hyun, let's show your work."

Liu Chengxuan is a short man of 1.6 meters, but this guy just put on a domineering look.

Hearing Che Taigen's words, he smiled and picked up the rice paper.

"Nice painting!"

As soon as he picked up the rice paper, a group of second poles from Hanzhou's side shouted.

Lin Baili just leaned over to take a look and surprised them.

are you crazy!

Shouting, I haven't read it yet, you are just shouting woolen yarn there.

Lin Baili and Liu Qianshan approached.

Nod lightly.

This is a landscape painting, and the technique is quite skillful. The veins, lines, yin and yang, and back and forth of the landscape, trees, rocks and rocks in the painting are all properly expressed.

The main Cunning method is used well.

But like Li Binghao's poems, everything is too superficial, and the expression of artistic conception is neglected.

Landscape painting is the essence of ink painting.

Ancient painters often express their feelings with landscapes, and landscapes in paintings often express their feelings.

Or heroic, or elegant, or sad, or happy.

These can be seen in the painting.

But in his paintings, landscapes are landscapes, lacking the kind of artistic conception that makes people feel something when they look at it.

"Let's do it!" Lin Baili commented: "The technique is skillful, but it lacks soul. Landscape painting emphasizes meaning rather than form. Give me a neutral review!"

"Humph!"

Liu Chengxuan almost spewed fire from his nostrils.

"Master Lin, you look down on people too much. Even if you are only talking about Zhongping, Xiazhou people are at my age. Is there anyone with my attainments?"

"This……"

Yes, there must be, but if you are not at the scene, it is useless to say anything.

Liu Chengxuan tried his best to lift his chin, "I'm not boasting, when it comes to ink painting, the younger generation in Xiazhou, no one is my opponent..."

An Ran over there said leisurely: "Come on, those two strokes of yours are like ghostly drawn symbols, so there is no beauty in them. Master Lin said that Zhongping gave you face!"

"Let me see... what the hell are you..."

(End of this chapter)