super abandoned son-in-law

Chapter 443

Chapter 455

After about 10 minutes, everyone gradually came to their senses from the artistic conception brought by Liao Zhihuan's calligraphy, and once again lamented the power of Liao Zhihuan's calligraphy skills, and then turned their eyes to Chu Chen.

Liao Zhihuan has indeed played at a peak level, so, how will Chu Chen deal with it next?

Li Lejing breathed a sigh of relief in the rich second-generation literary and art circle, "With the level of Master Liao's calligraphy, it is difficult for Chu Chen to win Master Liao."

A smile appeared on Luo Yunlong's face, "You really deserve to be Master Liao."

A boulder was temporarily put down in their hearts.

On the other side, Song Xieyang held Su Yuexian's hand, "Master Liao's sentence, which can be crossed by the same boat after ten years of practice, and sleep together in the same bed after one hundred years of cultivation, really touched my heart. To be honest, this is the most calligraphy I have ever seen. It is the most touching, and I think it is the best written one."

Even Mr. Song didn't object to this sentence.

Master Liao is indeed too powerful.

Next, look at Chu Chen.

Everyone gradually quieted down, and Chu Chen also walked to the edge of the high platform. Suddenly, countless people rushed to raise their hands, hoping to be selected by Chu Chen.

"Master Liao chose a girl just now, so I'll choose a boy." Chu Chen smiled and looked at a boy wearing glasses. The boy was ordinary-looking, with a slightly thin body. When it was confirmed that Chu Chen had chosen him, the boy's body actually trembled, and then he took the microphone handed over by the staff.

"Hello, Master Chu." The boy's voice was trembling with excitement at first, "I believe everyone was deeply touched by the little story told by the girl just now. It just so happened that I also read a little story .”

Everyone listened quietly. This kind of unique calligraphy competition made people feel very much looking forward to it.

The boy's calm voice was quite nice, "The boy and the girl broke up for two years, and the two sides deleted each other's phone calls, WeChat, QQ and all other contact information, and never disturbed each other again."

"However, the first thing the boy does after get off work every day is to reflexively open the girl's Weibo and watch the girl's daily mood."

"Girls are sometimes happy, sometimes down, sometimes sad..."

"The boy has been watching silently, and even, in order not to let the girl know, he deletes his browsing traces every time."

"Suddenly one day, the girl's Weibo was updated again. A simple sentence: I'm getting married, I won't wait, and I won't update."

The little story the boy told is over.

It was a completely different feeling from the one the girl mentioned earlier.

All of them can touch people's hearts.

Someone once did an experiment, and at least eight out of ten people have a person who was once in love but couldn't be reached later.There are two more, choose to remain silent.

The boy took off his eyes, and the glasses were blurred by tears, "I broke up with her for a year, and I...I have been doing the same thing."

No one laughs at boys.

Each of them watched Chu Chen silently with their own feelings about this little story.

Waiting for Chu Chen's response.

Chu Chen pondered for a while, then looked in one direction.

Song family, Song Yan.

In contrast, he was lucky.

Chu Chen walked to the long table and picked up the brush.

This time, he didn't show off his skills, and he didn't have the Kung Fu calligraphy that everyone expected, and he just wrote directly.

The pen strokes on the rice paper, and the overflowing ink fragrance seems to permeate some kind of emotion that touches the soul.

Liao Zhihuan also walked to Chu Chen's side, watching Chu Chen write this picture...

"Flowers can be folded straight and must be folded, don't break branches when there are no flowers."

The same is a straightforward sentence.

It can be said that everyone in the square is no stranger to this sentence. However, just like Master Liao's previous sentence of "a hundred years of cultivation and sleep together", under the premise of the short story, this sentence seems very strange. The outside touches people's hearts.

"If you like it, go for it."

"She may dock for a while, but she won't just wait for your boat forever."

"Although Chu Chen didn't show kung fu calligraphy, this calligraphy, like the palm of the Tathagata, opened up my two channels of Ren and Du."

"I've decided to confess to her. I'm going to go all out, regardless of whether her husband agrees or not."

"???"

Both pieces of calligraphy were sent to the four judges.

This time, the outcome is unpredictable.

It's like the audience in the square, some people like, "Ten years of cultivation can cross the same boat, and a hundred years of cultivation can achieve sleep together." '

There are also people who like to say, "The flowers bloom and the branches must be folded. Don't wait until there are no flowers to break the branches." '

On the high platform, Liao Zhihuan was not stingy with his praise, as if he didn't care about the final victory or loss at all, and gave Chu Chen a thumbs up, "Chu Chen, you are really amazing."

Chu Chen smiled humbly, "Master Liao's calligraphy is truly superb."

Liao Zhihuan laughed out loud. The more he looked at Chu Chen, the more he liked it. He even invited Chu Chen to have dinner after the game, and Chu Chen agreed on the spot.

This was a competition without gunpowder at all, but the audience in the square did not feel bored at all.

The two calligraphy and paintings set off by the two short stories both hit the soul directly. Compared with the violent storm and rain during the fighting painting, they are shocking. Then, the calligraphy competition is as warm as water and penetrates the soul.

All eyes turned to the judges' seats.

"The four judges seem to have disagreements, and there is no unified opinion." Situ Jing was surprised, "Sister Tao, your Chu Chen can do this, in fact, he has already won."

Jiang Yingtao nodded, then recovered, with a dark face, "What is my Chu Chen?"

Situ Jing smiled, "Didn't you see the words written by Chu Chen? Flowers can be broken straight away, don't wait for no flowers to break branches. Since Sister Tao likes Chu Chen, then take him down, and use Sister Tao's Conditions, that's not easy."

"roll!"

The rich second-generation literary and art circles began to get nervous again.

The two calligraphy and paintings were really evenly matched, and the final decision of the winner fell on the four judges.

"If there is no distinction, in order to take care of Master Liao's face, Master Liao should win." Luo Yunlong murmured, "Besides, Zhang Shi is also a good friend of Master Liao for many years, so he is somewhat emotionally inclined. "

Everyone is waiting for the final result.

5 minutes later.

Zhang Shi stood up and turned on the microphone, "Everyone, please be quiet."

All eyes were on the judging panel.

"Undoubtedly, for the world of calligraphy and painting, today is a super feast that is rarely seen in 50 years. Whether it is fighting painting or calligraphy, it has left an indelible impression on me, and I believe you will do the same." Zhang Shi said, "As for the two calligraphy works between Liao Zhihuan and Chu Chen, there were indeed differences of opinion between the four of us judges. Coincidentally, among the four of us, exactly two people thought that Chu Chen was better, and some The two think that Liao Zhihuan's level is higher, so I declare that this round is a draw."

(End of this chapter)