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Chapter 442 Little Story

Chapter 454 Little Story

Zhang Shi and Liao Zhihuan are also old friends, at this time they smiled and said, "Old Liao, you have to go all out, otherwise, today is really in danger."

Liao Zhihuan responded with a free and easy smile, "I have always hoped that there will be more young talents rising in the painting and calligraphy world. Today is not only a worthwhile trip for you, but also me. I am glad to be able to witness the birth 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 the calligraphy and painting industry today. I am also very pleased to witness that the essence of Chinese culture can be better passed on." Liao Zhihuan said this sentence Sometimes, it seems to have something to say.

There was no confrontation of needles and arrows on the high platform.

This made many members of the rich second-generation literary and art circles who were already worried. How could Master Liao beat Chu Chen with his attitude?

"Master Liao won't release water, right?" Li Lejing blurted out.

"You don't have to worry about that." Luo Yunlong next to him has cheered up, looked up at the high platform, and said, "Master Liao is kind to others, and because of his personality, he will not say anything harsh and domineering to Chu Chen, but, He said that he would go all out, so he will definitely not spare any energy, this is also Master Liao's code of conduct."

At the judges' table, Zhang Shi began to announce, "The competition rules of calligraphy are the same as those of paintings, regardless of the subject matter, regardless of the content, as for the time, there is no limit. The time for a single character should not be enough for the two of you. How long, now, the competition begins."

The square gradually quieted down.

All attention fell on the high platform, and most of the people were looking at Chu Chen, hoping that Chu Chen would suddenly come up with a kung fu calligraphy trick.

The pure calligraphy competition seemed to be unable to satisfy the audience who were spoiled by Chu Chen.

Liao Zhihuan looked at Chu Chen with a smile, "Have you decided what to write?"

Chu Chen didn't answer directly, but asked with a smile, "Where's Master Liao?"

"I have a suggestion." Liao Zhihuan suddenly became interested, and said, "Why don't we choose a friend at the scene and let the other party express their demands, and we will write a picture according to their demands."

As soon as the words fell, the audience in the square cheered up immediately, and immediately responded instead of Chu Chen.

"it is good!"

"Choose me, choose me!"

"You have calligraphy, I have stories."

At the judges' table, Zhang Shi was stunned, and said immediately, "Old Liao really doesn't want to take advantage of Chu Chen."

If the two sides play freely, Liao Zhihuan has been immersed in the law for so many years, and he will always have some copybooks that he is the best at writing. Compared with Chu Chen, he has an advantage in age.And Liao Zhihuan proposed to let the audience randomly ask for them to write. In this way, both parties may encounter subjects that they are not good at.

"That's quite interesting." Huangfu Yuanjing smiled with great interest.

"I have no objection." Chu Chen also nodded, then waved his hand and said, "Master Liao please first."

Liao Zhihuan did not back down, but immediately nodded and walked to the edge of the high platform. Wherever Liao Zhihuan looked, the audience raised their hands excitedly.

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 surroundings became quiet. They were very curious and expected what question the girl would give Liao Zhihuan.

"Master Liao, hello, just today, I saw a little story, and I was very touched." The girl said, "A husband was playing games on his mobile phone in the room, and the wife pushed the door and walked in, asking, husband, what do you think?" Did you catch the news this morning?"

"My husband didn't look up, but answered casually. I read it."

"My wife asked again, did you really read it?"

"My husband got impatient immediately. I just watched it after I said it. What are you doing?"

"The wife remained silent, looked at her husband, and finally turned around slowly and exited the room."

"After the husband played a few games, he felt a little tired. He quit the game, remembered what his wife said just now, and subconsciously opened the news column. The most conspicuous part of the column reported the news of a bus accident and falling into a river. It was the bus his wife had to take to work, and none of the passengers on the bus survived, and he saw his wife’s name on the list of the dead.”

"The husband rushed out like crazy, but he couldn't find his wife after searching the whole house."

The girl's voice was a little choked, her eyes were blurred with tears, and she didn't speak again, and handed the microphone back to the staff.

A short story, different people will see it from different angles and moods.

When the people in the square heard this story for the first time, most of them fell silent.

Subsequently.

Some people can't get over it and yell at them.

Some people bowed their heads in silence, feeling uncomfortable inside.

Some people feel a moment of horror.

someone...

Liao Zhihuan was also silent for a moment, then turned and walked to the middle of the high platform, came to the long table, and picked up a pen.

Chu Chen's eyes also fell on Liao Zhihuan.

Liao Zhihuan held up a pen.

After pondering for a while, Liao Zhihuan raised his head to observe the length of the characters, and immediately began to write.

Word by word, vigorous and powerful, like the prey of a falcon, as fast as lightning, like a dragon and a snake, pouring down like a waterfall...

All in one go.

Even before the projection lens came out in time, Liao Zhihuan had already written this picture.

A single word is also expressing the meaning of chest cavity.

After listening to this story, Liao Zhihuan seemed to have something blocked in his heart, and it was released like a flood when he wrote the pen.

Chu Chen was the first person to see Liao Zhihuan's words.

"After ten years of cultivation, we can cross the same boat, and after a hundred years of cultivation, we can sleep together."

Chu Chen's eyes showed shock, such words have a kind of impact from the soul.

One stroke at a time, full of affection.

A sentence that is well-known to every household is displayed in Liao Zhihuan's pen at this moment, and the emotions expressed in the words are vividly experienced.

The skill of Liao Zhihuan's top master is fully displayed.

This word was also projected on the big screen.

It took ten years to build the same boat.

Hundreds of years of cultivation and sleep together.

In the huge square, an inexplicable atmosphere suddenly rose, and many people subconsciously held the hands of those around them.

"Cherish the person who has been with you, or always wants to be with you."

"A short story, a picture of a master's handwriting, it really has infinite charm, it's too shocking."

"I don't know you, why are you holding my hand...Smelly rascal!"

At the judges' table, the four judges nodded again and again.

The corners of Zhong Xiuqing's eyes were even moist, "Actually, the older we are, the more we can't read these words and hear these stories."

"Old Liao really has profound skills, so he's the first to take the lead. Next, it's up to Chu Chen." Zhang Shi said.

(End of this chapter)