Restrain the anchor, the police uncle can't catch him

Saw so many people at the booth.

The water friends immediately became curious.

"Qianqian, go up and have a look, it must be very interesting to have so many people!"

"There are so many people, I guess if there is something tricky, you can tell it at a glance, Chu Qian, hurry up! Take the big guys to see what happened!"

"The old man's curiosity is about to explode, but there are men, women and children gathered here, all of them, and there are very few stalls that have this kind of situation..."

"That's right, there is only one category of consumers at the general booth. I didn't expect that there are men, women and children here, and I don't know what is sold inside!"

"Ready to fight, I guess it's not a good thing at first sight!"

"Is it possible that technology and hard work!"

"Don't make wild guesses. Mao didn't even see it and started guessing. Let Chu Qian go in and have a look first!"

"..."

Chu Qian also looked curious.

But there are too many people in front.

If you want to squeeze in directly, it's not very good.

And these people are very qualified.

They are basically lined up, if Chu Qian is the exception.

will appear conspicuous.

In the afternoon, the sun is very vicious.

Under the big sun.

Chu Qian kept moving forward in line.

Finally, after about 10 minutes.

She was at the front of the line.

Rao is her stamina.

It was hot and sweaty.

Netizens are even more curious.

What's in it.

It can make so many people squeeze in line in this hot day.

Walking to the front, Chu Qian finally saw clearly what was going on inside.

Under the umbrellas, above the stalls.

All kinds of fans.

All kinds of exquisite patterns and fonts on the fan.

In the middle of the booth, a master was painting a fan attentively.

Chu Qian introduced to the camera.

"It looks like there should be an artist in front, drawing a fan!"

The water friends became even more curious.

Isn't it just a fan, no matter how good the painting is.

Is it worth so many people queuing up to buy it?

For a while, the barrage scrolled.

"Is there anything special about this fan? Or is it a master, why can't I see anything special about it?"

"I learned to draw, let me tell you this, the fans drawn by this master have at least 20 years of art skills!"

"Is that an exaggeration? Then there won't be so many people queuing up to buy a fan!"

"His level of calligraphy is also very high. Among calligraphers, he should be able to rank in the middle and upper reaches. Would you come and buy such a person painting on the street?"

"But the appreciation level of tourists has been so high since then, it shouldn't be!"

"Isn't it just a fan? No matter how good the painting is, what's the use of it!"

"..."

From a long distance away, Chu Qian could already see something different.

But she didn't say it directly.

To create a wave of suspense.

Simply painting a fan, even if it is a master, I am afraid that there will not be so many people risking heatstroke and queuing up.

There must be other reasons.

Waited in line for another 5 minutes.

Chu Qian finally came to the front.

It can be seen that many tourists took the fan and left contentedly.

There are still many people taking pictures nearby, as if they want to record the process of the master's painting.

And this time.

Finally, I can understand how the master draws the works.

The master buried his head, his face flushed from the sun.

The pen luck is very stable.

It kept falling on the fan surface, and one after another exquisite patterns slowly unfolded.

The issue is……

This master did not draw by hand.

Of course, it is not painted with feet.

Instead, simply use your arms.

And, he doesn't because he doesn't want to use his hands.

It was his hands, who had suffered something, and disappeared long ago.

Only half of the forearm is left...

He used this half of his forearm to paint.

But even so, it didn't affect the quality of the painting at all.

The master's pen is very stable, more stable than most.

One stroke at a time, the strength penetrates the back of the paper.

Zhengtongren and the four characters quickly appeared on the paper.

Just in line with Zibo's current situation.

Chu Qian looked a little sad.

The water friends in the live broadcast room just couldn't hold back.

"Oh my god, this, this... I really don't know what to say about this master, this is a real artist!"

"Whoever said that it is enough to have hands, people can do without hands, and they are better than us. May I ask if we have hands and feet, can we draw at half the level of the master?"

"I'm really convinced, just relying on the forearm to paint, this master has to put in so much effort to reach the current level!"

"It's at least as many times as ordinary people. Ordinary people are very good at calligraphy and painting. As long as they can specialize in one of them, they can become masters!"

"Yeah, the masters of the key family are top-notch in painting and writing. It's true that the masters are among the people, and the clowns sit in the palace! Thinking of those masters who drew ghost symbols, I really feel inferior for them!"

"Ahhh, the more I look at it, the more I feel like a waste!"

"..."

Soon, it was Chu Qian's turn in the team.

Chu Qian asked politely.

"Hello, master, I'm Chu Qian, can I interview you?"

The master is very busy, and sweat keeps rolling down his cheeks.

When he first heard that someone wanted to interview him, he refused in his heart.

You can hear the name Chu Qian.

He was visibly taken aback.

She looked up at Chu Qian.

"Chu Qian! It's ok, I'm also your fan. I watched all my shows in the imperial capital rectification market. It's really excellent!"

Chu Qian smiled and waved her hands.

"Where is there, master, then I will stand by the side, I hope I won't disturb you!"

The master greeted him warmly.

"It's okay, Chu Qian, you can just help me promote it, just call me Master Dong!"

Chu Qian responded politely.

"Okay, Master Dong!"

"Master Dong, how long have you been practicing calligraphy!"

Master Dong introduced it while drawing.

"I also forgot, time flies too fast, probably more than 20 years!"

"I don't have any skills, I can only learn some simple ones, and there are physical limitations, so I can't do physical work!"

Chu Qian saw Master Dong's serious face.

Can't help feeling.

"It's really not easy. It seems that your pen is more stable than ordinary people now. What difficulties did you encounter when you were studying?"

Master Dong didn't have much expression on his face.

But there was still a hint of mixed emotion.

"In the beginning, I couldn't even grasp the pen. I thought about giving up many times, and my family didn't support me!"

"Just practice slowly. When I first practiced, I practiced for at least seven or eight hours a day, and my forearms were covered with calluses..."

"The family members also feel distressed. They can't understand why we have to work so hard. Isn't it good to stay at home honestly?"

Having said that, a heavy expression appeared on Master Dong's face.

"Actually, I just don't want to be a useless person!"