I went viral when I attended my ex-girlfriend's wedding

Chapter 263

Father Yu loves to read and write.

Lin Hao is clear about this.

So it's not surprising right now.

After entering the hotel with Yu Lanxin.

Immediately, a strong smell of ink came to the nostrils.

Don't say it.

It was quite lively inside.

There are many people.

It should have been packed.

The entire lobby on the first floor.

No one is eating at all right now.

Instead, it's more like a booth.

There are rice papers everywhere on the tables.

Many people are immersed in writing with pen and ink flying.

Lin Hao took a look.

Most of the writing is poetry and poetry.

He is not very interested.

I have no foundation.

Good or bad, I can't tell why.

Just simply look at it.

The two walked in.

at this time.

Father Yu was talking to a friend.

see him.

Still quite surprised and happy.

"Xiao Hao is back, is this leg?" Father Yu was startled, and hurriedly asked him.

Lin Hao's expression remained unchanged.

Say the reason again.

"As long as you are fine, you have to be more careful next time. Your body is the most important thing." Father Yu said with concern.

"I see, Uncle."

Lin Hao nodded.

"Old Yu, who is this?" At this time, facing Dad Yu, Cen Renguo asked with a smile.

"Hi, this is Lan Xin's boyfriend, Lin Hao."

Father Yu said, and then introduced to Lin Hao: "Just call Uncle Cen."

"Uncle Cen."

The other party is Father Yu's friend.

Lin Hao still yelled politely.

"The young man is a good-looking talent, not bad, not bad."

Cen Renguo praised: "Lan Xin, you have vision."

Yu Lanxin just laughed when she heard that.

Lin Hao felt stabbed in the back by something.

look around.

Suddenly found not far away.

A man is staring at him.

Very hostile.

It seemed to feel his gaze.

The other party looked away in an instant.

Lin Hao was speechless for a while.

Just inexplicable.

"Okay, old Yu, don't just talk too much, I remember that your handwriting is also good, why don't you show your hand now?" Cen Renguo said with a smile at this moment.

"My words are not comparable to yours, so let's forget it." Father Yu said modestly.

"What are you talking about? The children are all watching here. Come quickly."

Cen Renguo urged: "Old Wu Gang has already made up his mind, you don't have to do this, it won't work, what you're planning today is just for fun, don't be cautious."

"Then I just write casually?" Father Yu's hands were itchy for a while.

"Of course I have to write."

Cen Renguo said to Yu Lanxin who was at the side: "Lan Xin, hurry up and grind ink for your father, let him show it."

Yu Lanxin nodded and stepped forward.

Lin Hao watched from the side.

After a while.

Father Yu dipped a brush in ink and started a solo performance.

What he wrote was a modern poem.

Even if there are more words.

It also looks neat.

It didn't take long for the long rice paper to be densely packed.

During this time.

Many people gathered around to watch.

"That's a good word, who is this person?"

"Old Yu, Jindu, you don't know anyone outside the circle."

"Hiss~ This regular script is really beautiful, and your skills are not bad."

"That's right, don't look at this old Yu as an amateur, but his strength is not bad, and ordinary people can't reach this level."

"This is Su Ting's work "Me in the Eyes of the World", a modern poem that has become very popular recently."

Father Yu is writing.

A group of people were discussing around him.

It's hard to finish writing.

These people are also quite interesting.

Not in vain.

The applause came immediately.

"Haha, this is a good handwriting, Lao Yu, give it to me." A middle-aged man came out from the crowd and said.

"Old Chen, you are not authentic, I still think about leaving." Cen Renguo, who had been watching from the side, suddenly became unhappy, and it happened that he also had the same idea.

"Whoever says it first will belong to him, I'm sorry."

Chen Detong smiled and said, "Old Yu, is there any problem?"

"I'm just an amateur, what are you doing, take it away if you like it."

Father Yu couldn't laugh or cry.

He felt that these people praised him too much.

There are many professional calligraphy masters present.

How old is he?

"Then I'm welcome."

Chen Detong said.

Roll up the rice paper in front of you.

Immediately put it in his arms.

Some onlookers were jealous.

Things may be worthless.

But people will leave with a word.

Who thinks too much for nothing?

"I didn't expect uncle to write the word so well." Lin Hao said in a low voice.

"I've practiced for many years." Yu Lanxin explained.

"What about you, didn't you learn something?" Lin Hao asked.

"know a bit."

Yu Lanxin said embarrassedly: "But the writing is not good."

"What's the matter, why don't you write a picture later and hang it in our new house as the treasure of the town house?" Lin Hao said with an idea.

"What do you say?"

Yu Lanxin's face turned red.

He slapped him reproachfully.

The two were talking quietly.

suddenly.

There was a commotion at the door.

Many people greeted them.

"Here it is, Master Zhang and his car are here. I don't know what to bring here this year."

"Hey, that's Master Liu, who actually invited him to move."

"There is also Master Wang Xuehai. I remember that Master Wang took a painting and gave it away last year, right?"

"That's right, it's very valuable. At that time, I heard that someone spent 5 yuan to buy it after the show, but they didn't buy it."

"Hiss~~~~~ Is it so expensive?"

"I don't know what to compete with this year. There are a lot of people, and the competition is too great."

"That's right, in this place, it's okay to have no level."

The crowd was talking.

Lin Hao could hear some.

But still a bit unclear so.

After a little effort.

A few old men walked in from the door of the hotel.

It's a bit fairy-like.

It looks pretty tall.

There are many young people clustered behind him.

"Who are these people? How excited are these people?" He asked Yu Lanxin.

"The one at the front is Master Zhang Xinlin, a well-known calligrapher in China."

Yu Lanxin said slowly: "The one with the beard behind him is Wang Xuehai, a master of traditional Chinese painting, and the one in the white coat behind him is Master Liu Hong Liu, who also writes calligraphy. I will take care of the rest. I can’t recognize it completely, I also came here with my father several times many years ago, and some people have never seen it.”

"Hey, you are quite famous."

Lin Hao clicked his tongue when he heard that.

Master at every turn.

This literature is a bit unusual.

He thought it was a place where a bunch of amateurs flattered each other.

I didn't expect a master with real hard power.

"At the beginning, it was held by a group of fans, and gradually more people participated in it. When Master Zhang and the others came, it became more and more popular every year."

Yu Lanxin explained: "And every year at the literature gathering, these masters will hold a competition and give out a few prizes, which also makes it very attractive."

"Is there still a competition?" Lin Hao was stunned.

"Yes, now that everyone is here, it should start soon." Yu Lanxin nodded.

Lin Hao nodded.

Thoughtful.

Doorway.

Several masters entered the arena.

The noisy sound in the entire hotel immediately became much quieter.

Even some family members who came with them restrained themselves.

They looked over in unison.

"Sorry everyone, there was a traffic jam on the road, so I'm a bit late today." Zhang Xinlin, the leader, walked into the crowd and explained loudly.

"Where is it, Master Zhang just came at the right time."

"That's right, we've all just arrived."

"It's okay, we have a physique, it's okay to wait a little longer."

"You are so old, why worry?"

"As long as you can come, later will be later."

Several people stepped forward to meet them hurriedly.

That expression is flattering and respectful.

"Then thank you for your love."

Zhang Xinlin coughed twice, cleared his throat and said, "First of all, I would like to thank everyone for participating in this literary society every year as always. This year, I have discussed with a few old friends and asked them to bring out a few more calligraphy. It doesn't matter, the important thing is to have fun, which can be regarded as some support for the literary society."

he said.

The two apprentices who came with them took out the things.

A word was slowly unfolded.

There are flying dragons and phoenixes dancing on it.

Everyone's eyes turned hot.

Even Father Yu's eyes were shining.

Master Zhang's calligraphy.

Absolutely one of a kind.

The collection value is very high.

He had wanted one for a long time.

It's a pity that there have been no opportunities these years.

This is not over yet.

After a calligraphy display.

Immediately took out another one.

This time the font is in the running script style.

Flowing clouds and water.

Gallop stretch.

Got it!
Look at the signature.

This time it is the work of Master Liu Hongliu.

Same thing.

The show continues.

Calligraphy is over.

Another two paintings.

A total of four works.

Not to mention shocking.

"Master Zhang's and Master Liu's calligraphy are absolutely perfect, there are at least 10,000+ ones on the market now."

"Master Wang's traditional Chinese painting is amazing. This winter scene is much better than last year's. I really don't know who will get it."

"Master Zheng's pair of red carp is not bad either, it's simply breathtaking."

"Several masters have spent a lot of money today, this is it."

"Haha, then I'm welcome."

"As long as one is taken away, today's visit is not in vain."

Everyone's faces were full of excitement.

All look eager to try.

"Master Zhang, what is the competition this year? Is it still the same?"

Someone in the crowd immediately asked.

This question represents the aspirations of many people.

Then they all looked over eagerly.

"There are more prizes this year, so naturally there will be more competitions. It can't be the same as before."

Zhang Xinlin smiled and said: "Compare calligraphy and painting first, and then recite poems to match each other. One lottery will be chosen at random. It's up to everyone to take away what can be taken away."

"That's right. Calligraphy and painting, reciting poems and combining them can be regarded as adding a new style to the literary society."

Master Wang Xuehai also spoke: "For this competition, we four old fellows will be the judges. Don't you have any objections?"

The crowd shook their heads.

All four are well-known masters.

What opinion can they have.

All geared up.

Calligraphy and painting are compared every year.

So most people are well prepared.

On the contrary, it is to recite poems and make mistakes.

relatively unfamiliar to them.

Therefore, it is more difficult.

But everyone starts from the same place.

Totally able to give it a go.

(End of this chapter)