Let you broadcast live! But you let the koi go beyond to kill pigs?

Chapter 48 Well done!

After Director Du made this suggestion, all the staff in the studio applauded unanimously.

In addition, the cameraman pointed the camera at him again.

Lao Lin had no choice but to bite the bullet and agreed.

"The resting place of the ancestors is lined with flowers.

The incense is lingering, and the missing will never be forgotten. "

After Lao Lin finished writing the poem, he smiled awkwardly.

Uncle Wu came over enthusiastically, and together with him, he lifted up the work and showed it to everyone.

However, after reading Zhang Chaoyue's masterpiece, everyone has no interest in Lao Lin's work.

Anyone can see it.

There seems to be a gap between the calligraphy level of the two and the artistic conception of the poems, the gap is huge!

If you read Lao Lin's words alone, there is nothing wrong with it.

Maybe someone else will say yes.

But now, compared with Zhang Chaoyue's calligraphy works, Lao Lin's calligraphy has no characteristics except that it is neatly written.

now.

Lao Lin felt like a primary school student who failed an exam.

The test paper was brought to the podium by the teacher, and compared with the perfect test paper in front of the whole class!
It's just that Blueberry Channel can be seen by audiences across the country.

After the show was broadcast, the works of the two were equivalent to being displayed and compared in front of national audiences!

Thinking of this, Lao Lin's face turned green...

The poems written by Lao Lin were thought up by him a few years ago, and he just waited for an opportunity to write them out to show off.

But now compared to Zhang Chaoyue's lyrics, it's almost like a doggerel written by a child!

In front of the camera, Lao Lin's face was flushed and he looked extremely embarrassed.

The cameraman didn't know if it was intentional or not.

Shooting back and forth between the two works of Zhang Chaoyue and Lao Lin.

Even the details are captured clearly.

After exchanging calligraphy works, the two parties finally sat down again and continued the interview.

Lao Lin thought that if this interview was broadcast, he might be laughed to death by the audience.

So my heart is full of breath!

He glanced at the inkstone next to him, and suddenly had an idea in his mind.

"I think the lyrics you wrote are quite literary, much better than my broken poems!"

Lao Lin said with a little deep meaning.

"Mr. Lin has won the prize, I'm really not that good."

Zhang Chaoyue said modestly.

Of course I know that you are not that powerful!

Lao Lin muttered in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face: "Come on, write a few sentences, and I'll learn."

"It's okay, just write a few sentences at will!"

He forcibly stuffed the brush into Zhang Chaoyue's hands, and spread rice paper for Zhang Chaoyue.

Director Du could see it.

This guy still doesn't give up, and wants to continue digging holes for Zhang Chaoyue!

"Cough cough..."

Director Du coughed lightly and interrupted the program recording.

He came to Zhang Chaoyue and said, "Zhang Chaoyue, you've been live broadcasting all day, are you tired? It's normal if you can't think of it now."

"Well, let me help you refer to it."

Speaking of which, Director Du was about to sit next to Zhang Chaoyue.

Lao Lin hurriedly stopped: "Don't, don't you just let Zhang Chaoyue write a few lines of poems casually? She can write the lyrics of "On the Qingming Rain". It is not difficult to write a few lines of poems on the spot, right?"

Seeing the poor dagger, it belongs to yes!

Director Du cursed secretly, and he was about to go crazy on the spot!

"It's okay, Director Du, I already have inspiration!"

Zhang Chaoyue closed his eyes and said softly.

"what?"

Director Du was surprised and looked at Zhang Chaoyue and didn't know what to say.

You can't see that this guy is digging a hole for you, can you?
Also inspiration!
"As you please!"

Good intentions are treated like donkey livers and lungs!
Dao Du stomped his feet angrily, and stood aside.

Everyone is quiet now.

I'm afraid it will affect Zhang Chaoyue's creative thinking.

As a result, a full 5 minutes passed.

Zhang Chaoyue still kept his hands flat on the table, closed his eyes and did not write.

The cameraman of the Blueberry Channel was a little sore from standing up, but he didn't dare to put down the camera.

I was afraid that Zhang Chaoyue would suddenly start writing when he put down the camera for a rest, which would make it impossible to capture that moment!
Lao Lin got a little impatient waiting.

Didn't you say you were going to write your own poems?

If you don't know how to write, just say it!

That's not the case with procrastination!
Just when Lao Lin got a little impatient waiting and was about to urge him.

Zhang Chaoyue opened his eyes suddenly, picked up the brush on the table, and began to write:
"The pear blossom wind blows and it is clear..."

After writing a few words, Zhang Chaoyue stopped his pen and dipped in the ink.

"Is it about the pear tree in front of my store?"

Uncle Wu's eyes lit up and said.

"It fits the occasion! Great poem!"

Director Du couldn't help but blurted out, clapping his hands again and again.

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the scene looked out the window in unison.

Then they all exclaimed in unison.

"I'll go! Is it really the poem that Zhang Chaoyue just came up with?!"

Lao Lin was also surprised for a while, and kept his mouth open for a long time.

At the entrance of the farmhouse, there happened to be a tall pear tree!

The cameraman immediately turned the camera lens and aimed at the pear tree outside the door!

Zhang Chaoyue didn't look up, and continued to write the second sentence after finishing his pen:
"The wanderer is looking for spring and half out of the city."

Then everyone turned to look at the door again.

Outside the door, a group of children were surrounding the farmhouse, poking their heads curiously and looking into the house.

"Pick up the music at sunset, and the ten thousand willows belong to the wandering warblers."

Zhang Chaoyue wrote the last two lines of the poem in one breath.

A boy threw a stone at a sparrow on a branch, which caused a burst of birdsong.

Everyone was stunned for an instant!

The photographer fully recorded this scene.

Zhang Chaoyue put down his pen and let out a long breath.

Some staff responded quickly, quickly took out their mobile phones, and entered the poems written by Zhang Chaoyue into the search engine for query.

After a few seconds, he said in surprise:
"Can't find this poem online!"

The show was still being recorded, and the onlookers could only talk in low voices.

"Fuck?! Is this poem really written by Zhang Chaoyue himself?"

"Then there's no need to ask, didn't you just watch Zhang Chaoyue write poems? She didn't write it, did you write it?"

"Hey, I'm not as capable as her..."

"Shut up if you don't have the skills, don't beep beep!"

"..."

"It's done, Mr. Lin, how about you take a look?"

Zhang Chaoyue turned the rice paper around and asked Lao Lin.

Lao Lin was already stunned, not knowing what to say.

Whether it is rhetoric or artistic conception, this poem beats his doggerel!

He even suspected that Zhang Chaoyue copied this poem from a certain ancient poem.

But the on-site staff failed to find relevant verses from the Internet.

It can only show that this poem has never appeared before!

"What's the name of this poem?"

After Lao Lin came back to his senses, he asked curiously.

Zhang Chaoyue smiled and said, "I haven't figured out a name yet, why don't you think of a name for me, Mr. Lin!"

Speaking of which, Zhang Chaoyue learned from what Lao Lin had done before, and forced the pen into Lao Lin's hands.

"Ah? This... how can this work?"

Lao Lin was dumbfounded all of a sudden!

He couldn't even fully understand the poems written by Zhang Chaoyue.

Ask him to nominate this poem, what a fart!
But now it's too late to regret.

The cameraman has already pointed the camera at Lao Lin.

"Zhang Chaoyue, the poems you wrote yourself, I can't do it for you..."

Lao Lin still wanted to shirk.

Director Du's voice came over:

"Mr. Lin, you have the highest level of education here, and you can only write the title!"

He smiled gloatingly from the sidelines.

Don't you like to make things difficult for others?

Now let you also taste the taste of being made things difficult!
Chaoyue Zhang, well done!

(End of this chapter)