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Chapter 456 Poems, Songs, Fu, Calligraphy and Painting, my good fellow, what else do you not know?

The "game" has begun!

The futon was already full of people, most of the respected seniors like Zuo Min'an were invited to the Liushang Pavilion, while those juniors either sat on the futon, or stood on the bank eagerly watching.

There was a little blank area on the shore, and everyone from the entertainment circle rushed over.

The bosses of the four super first-line media companies, as well as the bosses of some of the top-tier media companies with higher status, were invited to another booth not far away at this moment.

Their identities and ages have predestined them not being able to participate in this "young people" game.

Everyone is sensible, and they are very clear in their hearts that this game is actually prepared for the juniors.

Old Guo is old, and what he likes most is to appreciate the talents and abilities of juniors.

Many people secretly cheered on the "family members" they had brought in their hearts. As long as they can make a difference here today, they will naturally get Mr. Guo's attention.

In this way, it may be an instant thing to explode.

...

Xing Feiyue also sat down on the futon.

She was sitting on the lower side of Wang Hao's right hand side. After looking at the wine glass that had started to flow down the river, she gave Wang Hao a silent look, and then silently withdrew her gaze.

For some reason, she always had an inexplicable premonition in her heart.

It seems that today will be another moment for Wang Hao to shine!

The small wine glasses were placed in a square tray and drifted down along the water.

After a while, the tray touched the side and stopped in front of a young man with black square glasses and a gentle face.

Many people around coaxed: "Liao Qing, you have won the jackpot, you must show it well."

Facing the booing from the crowd, the young man named Liao Qing calmly pushed the glasses frame on his nose, and stood up holding the wine glass without showing any timidity.

Drank the wine in the glass.

He said with a smile, "In that case, I'll congratulate Mr. Guo with a poem, wishing him a life as long as the Nanshan Mountain, and wishing his happiness as long as the East Sea."

After all, the young man said:

"The beauty of the mountain is endless, and the longevity is also like a mountain,"

"Haisheng is broad, and Gongfu is like the sea."

After finishing the poem, Old Guo looked happy and nodded in satisfaction.

"Good poem! Good poem!"

There was thunderous applause at the scene, and many people praised him, and the young man who praised him turned rosy.

At the same time, Wang Hao obviously noticed that there was an old man clapping vigorously in the Liushang Pavilion, as if he was very satisfied with the young man's performance.

Obviously, the old man and the young man are either mentors and apprentices, or close relatives.

After extracting so many poems from the system, Wang Hao naturally has the ability to taste, he can read the connotation of this birthday poem, and the congratulatory meaning in the poem.

At this moment, Xing Feiyue's voice suddenly came from beside his ear,
"Liao Qing, Master of Literature Department of Qingbei University, member of the Poetry Association, has a "Xiang Xue Poem" entered in the Huaxia Literature Archives."

"Oh?!"

Wang Hao raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized.

No wonder he was able to read such a good poem. It turned out to be a master of Qingbei Literature Department.

Just as he was thinking, he saw another tray floated out of the Liushang Pavilion and swayed down the river.

"boom!"

With a soft sound, the tray touched the shore.

Everyone looked up at the "lucky guy" one after another, only to see a very dazed and surprised expression on Wang Hao's face.

Only then did he suddenly realize that the place he chose was really unlucky!

The position where he sat happened to be at the biggest turning point of the curved water cup. When the trays reached this position, they had to make a large circle, otherwise they would be stuck at the corner.

"Haha, Xiao Haozi, it's your turn now."

Mr. Guo was very excited, laughed and asked Wang Hao to stand up, and then ordered: "Come on, let me listen to a birthday poem first."

"Okay, then I'll make a fool of myself."

Wang Hao was not refusing, he closed his eyes and pretended to be thinking, but the system began to be connected in his mind.

"Come on, first write ten birthday poems." He ordered.

"Ding. I'm customizing a poem for you..."

The response of the system is extremely fast, and for items such as poems and songs, it is almost instantaneous.

In the blink of an eye, ten poems appeared in Wang Hao's mind.

After tidying up the content of these poems a little, he opened his eyes and looked around, with a calm smile on his face.

Seeing the expression on his face, the young man who made the birthday poem before couldn't help but "thump" in his heart.

He has heard of Wang Hao's great achievements, so he naturally knows the characteristics of his eloquence, but he doesn't know if there will be another wave of Wang Hao this time!
The people around the audience had different thoughts, and they cast curious, expectant, or disdainful glances one after another.

At this time, Wang Hao suddenly raised his hand and waved it lightly, drawing a semicircle in mid-air, and said: "It's a beautiful day, and we will add Dangui Lingchun again."

One stone caused a thousand waves!

This is a simple adjective, but it matches the current scene, and it immediately puts smiles on the faces of Mr. Guo and the descendants of the Guo family.

Dangui Lingchun is actually a Chinese idiom, which is a metaphor for a long-lived virtuous husband and an excellent son. Adding the words "beautiful and beautiful day" immediately reflects today's atmosphere.

"it is good!"

Mr. Guo nodded in satisfaction, but the conversation suddenly changed: "But it doesn't seem like a complete poem, does it?"

"Don't worry, there are more."

Wang Hao smiled lightly, got up from the futon, and his loud and clear voice spread everywhere in an instant!

"Last night when the Antarctic was lighted, Luo Qiyan opened a painting hall."

"All the grandchildren of Xicai are magnificent, and the congratulators are full of enthusiasm."

"Chunxuan is beautiful and joyful, and Lan Yuyin is deep and Qingze is long."

"One hundred years old should know how to climb a crane, and the continuous five blessings will prosper."

For a moment, the entire garden was silent, and everyone's eyes fell on Wang Hao, and they couldn't recover for a long time.

Many people have heard that his ability to write poems is very strong, but they never thought that he could be so strong!
Good guy!
The export is the seven-character verse!

If I give you some more time, will it be a masterpiece handed down in minutes?
Liao Qing, who was the first to read the birthday poem just now, blushed slightly. Obviously, Wang Hao's seven-character verse really hit him hard.

The gap between the two poems is simply a difference between clouds and mud!
The poem Wang Hao recited was called "Birthday Poem", which was written by a poet in the Ming Dynasty. Although it is not very well-known, it is very suitable for this occasion.

The entire poem is full of praises, boasting birthday stars, descendants, and guests... Anyway, it is to catch fierce praises.

The key is that the rhetoric is quite gorgeous, and the people who praised it were in a very comfortable mood, without the embarrassment of rote at all, which made many people on the scene amazed!

"Is it really a good word?"

"Hey? Lao Zuo really found a treasure. This kind of apprentice really gives the master face!"

"I heard that he is still in the entertainment industry, and he is also good at writing songs."

"Haven't you heard the masterpiece "Farewell My Concubine"? It's amazing! It's a treasure handed down in the intangible cultural heritage!"

"Huh? So powerful?"

There were constant voices of discussion, most of which were praising Wang Hao's literary level and creative ability, which made Zuo Min'an and Guo Lao all smile.

"Okay, sit down."

Mr. Guo waved his hand in satisfaction, and took advantage of the situation and whispered to Guo Xiaoxue who was waiting by his side: "Go find him a paper and a pen, and ask him to write this poem."

"Okay," Guo Xiaoxue nodded hastily, and quickly ran to the inner room holding the hem of her skirt.

Seeing this scene, the boy standing on the other side of Mr. Guo couldn't help curling his lips, and muttered in a low voice: "Is it okay to let others do this kind of thing? Is it necessary to run there in person?"

Perhaps it was because the voice was quieter, but no one seemed to hear the words, and it seemed that someone had heard them but couldn't answer.

After all, the Liushang Pavilion is full of old men, so they can't cater to the children's murmurs, can they?
However, many people were slightly taken aback when they saw Guo Xiaoxue's expression and actions, and even thought a little bit in their hearts.

Looking at the situation, there seems to be a story between the two?

...

Game continues.

A new wine glass flows down from the Liushang Pavilion, passing by everyone along the trickle, and then inadvertently gives people a little hope.

Among the people present, except perhaps Wang Hao, everyone wanted to seize this opportunity and show their outstanding side.

This is the shortcut to fame!

There are not many opportunities like this, if you don't grasp them firmly, you will be let down by the huge price you paid for coming here!

In the following time, the wine glasses kept hitting the shore.

Everyone who got the chance drank the wine in a hurry, and then showed the wonderful performance they had prepared.

Some people sang, some danced, some did magic tricks, and some chose to use opera performances in an attempt to attract Mr. Guo's attention.

Even just a slight nod or a word of praise is enough to compare their three years of hard work!

Interestingly, when Wang Hao's "Birthday Poem" appeared, the later works on poems and couplets disappeared completely.

After all, with Zhu Yu in front, these stubborn stones in their hands are really difficult to be elegant.

At the same time, when those people were trying their best to express themselves, Guo Xiaoxue, who had already prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone, came behind Wang Hao.

She reminded cautiously: "Brother Hao, everything is here."

"Okay." Wang Hao nodded lightly, picked up the brush and dipped some ink, and began to write with a 'swipe brush'.

The full text of the congratulatory birthday poem has 56 characters, and with his smooth writing, he finished the full text in less than 2 minutes.

Because of the writing skills of Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy, Wang Hao's calligraphy is very beautiful.

Many people gathered around, looking at the handwriting, everyone unconsciously began to praise it again.

"This character is really well written, the brushwork is exquisite, and the strokes are chic and elegant. It's really beautiful."

"I think the style of this handwriting is great, it is peaceful and natural, and the writing style is euphemistic and subtle, which is quite in everyone's style!"

"Have you noticed the bones between each font? It seems that there is an inexplicable sense of elegance, which makes people feel refreshed unconsciously!"

"..."

Liao Qing was sitting not far from Wang Hao.

Seeing a lot of people gathered around, he also leaned over and looked around.

And after reading Wang Hao's calligraphy, he couldn't help laughing bitterly.

Good guy!
It's fine if the poems are well written, but the handwriting is so awesome, how can ordinary people live like this?

Seeing Wang Hao stop writing, everyone was a little bit reluctant, as if they were still immersed in the flowing writing technique just now.

On the contrary, many people have the idea of ​​asking for a work, but they are not familiar with Wang Hao at all, and even if they want to speak, they don't know what excuse to make.

"Ok?"

Seeing Wang Hao put the brush back on the pen holder, Guo Xiaoxue looked up at him suspiciously.

"Okay," he replied casually, picked up the rice paper and shook it lightly, so that the ink would dry faster.

The game of Qushui Liushang is still going on, and at this time there is a girl who looks eighteen or nineteen years old singing.

Because the girl sang the song "Say I Love You" by Xu Jiahe, Wang Hao attracted a few glances at her.

Taking advantage of this gap, the ink on the paper also dried completely.

But at this moment, Wang Hao's heart suddenly moved, and he looked at Guo Xiaoxue curiously.

"By the way, is there anything your old man likes in particular? I haven't prepared a birthday gift for him yet. I just happen to have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone here. I'll create one for him now."

Favorite?
Guo Xiaoxue couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

After a little silence, she said: "Grandpa likes to collect famous paintings. There are many collections in the study, and his own painting ability is also very strong."

Famous paintings? !
Upon hearing these four words, Wang Hao's eyes lit up.

What a coincidence.

I just got Mr. Qi Baishi's painting skills last night, and today I just met Mr. Guo who likes to paint.

It is exactly in response to that sentence: if you plant flowers deliberately, the flowers will not bloom, but if you plant willows and willows unintentionally, they will make shade.

"Have any drawing paper and paints? Grab one for me."

"Do you want to draw?"

Guo Xiaoxue looked at Wang Hao in surprise. Obviously, she was shocked by Wang Hao's sudden request.

Can write poetry, calligraphy, and painting...

She suddenly wanted to know, besides not being able to have children, what else could Wang Hao not be able to do?
"Yes." Wang Hao nodded, speaking concisely.

Giving a gift should be based on one's preferences. Since Mr. Guo likes to paint, then give him a pair of "Songhe Yannian Picture".

You know, Qi Baishi is best at painting "objects", especially his "Shrimp", which can be said to be a masterpiece in the painting world.

And "Songhe Yannian Picture" is also one of his masterpieces.

Therefore, after getting Qi Baishi's painting skills, Wang Hao naturally also learned his "object" painting skills.

The drawing paper was soon brought to Wang Hao by Guo Xiaoxue.

At his request, Guo Xiaoxue brought a piece of drawing paper and two pieces of paper.

Among them, the drawing paper is about 12.7 square feet, while the couplet is only 4.8 square feet.

Because there is a finished picture in his mind, Wang Hao doesn't need to set the layout in advance, and can directly create with pen and ink.

The game of Qushui Liushang was still going on, but Wang Hao had already left the futon, and concentrated on mixing paints and preparing the painting tools on the table.

His actions once again attracted the attention of many people. It was only for a short while, and there were already many people around the painting table.

Xing Feiyue also has no intention of continuing to play Qushui Liushang. This game is not as fun as watching Wang Hao's paintings. Those literati seem to be frightened, and no one dares to boldly show their literary skills.

In the Liushang Pavilion, Mr. Guo also noticed the movement here.

But due to the long distance, he didn't understand what those people were doing all of a sudden.
So, he could only turn his head to look at his eldest grandson Guo Jiajun who had been "confined" beside him like a bird in a cage.

"Jiajun, go and see what's going on over there?"

"it is good!"

As soon as the words fell, Guo Jiajun, who could not stay any longer, disappeared in the Liushang Pavilion in the blink of an eye like a bird released from its cage.

After squeezing into the crowd for a glance, he returned to the Liushang Pavilion with a face full of excitement, and shouted a little excitedly: "Grandpa, that Wang Hao is painting."

draw? !
These two words immediately hit the point of interest in Mr. Guo's heart.

"Pause for a moment," he called to the maid who was putting wine glasses in the stream, then hurriedly got up and walked straight to the shore.

He had always thought that Wang Hao's creative ability and calligraphy ability were very strong, but what he never expected was that this kid also studied painting.

And as Mr. Guo walked out of the Liushang Pavilion, the others couldn't hold back their inner curiosity, and they all got up and followed.

"Huh? Shout out to the crowd!" Zhao Qin snorted coldly, but a little bit of envy could not help but appear in the depths of his eyes.

He did not participate in the Qushui Liushang just now.

To put it bluntly, he is just an opera singer, and he doesn't know much about poetry and songs. Even if he has a chance to be selected, it's just an embarrassment.

Today he was just meeting the world, and by the way, he got acquainted with each other.

But it was precisely because of this that he felt jealous of Wang Hao.

At today's birthday banquet, Wang Hao stole the show!
The two finale lines and the opening poem directly overwhelmed everyone so that they did not dare to continue writing poems and reciting words, and the words written just now were vigorous and powerful, and it was everyone's demeanor at first glance.

It is not an exaggeration to say that once the words were uttered, who would dare to show off their pens at the scene?
Fortunately, he started to paint again!
"Conspicuous bag!"

Looking at the figure surrounded by the crowd, Zhao Qin snorted coldly, followed behind Zhao Liangyin, and squeezed into the crowd together.

When they came close, everyone saw the lifelike red-crowned white crane on the drawing paper at a glance!

"Uh……"

Zhao Qin opened his mouth, wanting to complain a few words, but he didn't know how to evaluate the words.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, what he can't hide is that this painting is really fucking good!
Because of the living environment, Qi Baishi is particularly good at techniques such as flower, bird, fish and insect, figure depiction, and landscape painting.

And this white crane is naturally his forte.

Now that Wang Hao has acquired his painting skills, the painting of Songhe Yannian is naturally superb!
Guo Lao's eyes were fixed on the painting, looking at the lifelike white crane on the painting paper, it was really hard to suppress the joy in his heart.

"Good! The painting is really good!"

The person in charge of the painting section of the Huaxia Literature and Entertainment Archives is named Ren Kelai. In addition to being responsible for finding and selecting good paintings, he is also the chairman of the Huaxia Art Association and the vice president of the Huaxia Academy of Fine Arts.

At this time, he was standing beside Guo Lao.

Looking at the semi-finished white crane painted by the young man in front of him, he couldn't hold back after all, and made an evaluation:

"The color of this white crane is strong and lively, the shape is simple and vivid, the brush and ink are moist, and the artistic conception is vivid and simple, full of wit and wit. It is quite like everyone!"

A very short comment shocked all the onlookers around!
Being able to be evaluated by Ren Kelai as "everyone's demeanor" is already a small group of people who rank him as the top.

And at the same time, this sentence also established Wang Hao's lofty position in the painting world!
"Indeed."

Elder Guo on the side nodded excitedly, how could he fail to see that this picture was drawn by Wang Hao as a birthday present for him.

(End of this chapter)