Eighty's wife is a genius doctor

Chapter 320 Don't Like Her Words
When Bei Sitian's handwriting was brought to the stage, Zhao Zhongqi took the handwriting first, saw the beautiful running script on it, his eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly.

"Good calligraphy! Good calligraphy! Really good calligraphy!"

Every time he said 'good words', Sun Guicai's face turned ugly. Looking at Zhao Zhongqi like this, it seems that Bei Sitian's writing is better?
Sun Guicai didn't know much about calligraphy, especially since the two of them wrote in different fonts, coupled with his love for Li Ying, he couldn't tell who was good and who was bad. If I had to say, that was also Li Ying's good.

Zhao Zhongqi's reaction made Sun Guicai's heart sink. When he saw the literary soldier handing the words to Wu Yuekai, he watched the reaction of the military commander. If even he thought that Beth Tian's writing was good, he might really lose. .

Because he was holding a microphone, Zhao Zhongqi's words were transmitted to the stage verbatim. Li Ying, who was a little complacent just now, almost didn't hold back her smile, and the corners of her mouth were a little stiff.

She never thought that Bei Sitian could write, and she seemed to be able to write well!
As soon as her words were displayed, Li Ying's heart skipped a beat. After Zhao Zhongqi made such a comment, her expression turned ugly.

Wu Yuekai took the picture, glanced at it, and suddenly snorted coldly, causing Sun Guicai's eyes to light up suddenly.

This old military commander doesn't like Beth Tian's words!

This cold snort spread all over the room, seeing the displeasure on Wu Yuekai's face, everyone thought that he didn't like Bei Sitian's words.

A look of hope flashed in Li Ying's eyes.

Wu Yuekai took the picture with shaking hands, took the microphone from the art soldier, stood up, walked to the edge of the high stage, and spoke to the stage.

"Girl, if you hide your clumsiness, I will directly judge you to lose."

His voice was not loud, but what he said made people look confused.

Zang Zhuo means that Bei Sitian didn't show her real skills?

There was a slight discussion in the audience.

On the stage, the corners of Beth Tian's mouth twitched slightly, what should I do if the old man is getting more and more unreasonable...

She knew the old man's intentions when she saw that picture. He had asked her for the hairpin lowercase script of this poem before, but the thought of this poem did not match what she had in mind, so she was reluctant to write it. I didn't expect the old man to take this opportunity to ask for words.

It's really... unreasonable...

Bei Sitian and Wu Yuekai looked at each other for a long time, seeing the old man's unreasonable expression of making trouble if you don't write or you lose, she was immediately defeated.

There was no way, this expression was exactly the same as that of Master, she couldn't help laughing wryly.

Luo Xudong watched the interaction between the old and the young on the stage, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows. The relationship between the two seemed to have gotten better!

Li Ying was puzzled, she could naturally hear the meaning behind the old military commander's words, they seemed to know each other before?
Not only that, isn't Beth Tian's running script her true level? !
This cognition made Li Ying's heart feel like a pinprick. She felt that this was impossible. Originally, her cursive hand had already surpassed her by a lot. If it was not her real level, then what was her real level?

Bei Sitian picked up the pen again and wrote down the poem on the paper, using Zanhua Xiaokai.

A poem was written very quickly, and under Wu Yuekai's eyes glaring like a king kong, before it was time to show it, the art soldier sweated and sent the words to the high platform.

Wu Yuekai probably couldn't see the word Zhao Zhongqi in his eyes anymore. Standing in front of the high platform, he directly cut off the writing in the hand of the art soldier, and Sun Guicai and several other veteran cadres pinched it for him. cold sweat.

Holding that word, Zhao Zhongqi was struck by lightning, "This is...that's impossible!"

He had seen this hairpin flower in lower script before. At an exchange meeting, a person surnamed Feng showed this calligraphy. At that time, this calligraphy caused a lot of repercussions.

At that time, the small regular script with hairpin flowers was as good as Mrs. Jinwei, and some people thought it was even more comparable, but there is no doubt that the artistic conception reflected in this calligraphy has far surpassed some famous artists.

Because the person surnamed Feng was unwilling to disclose the detailed information of the person who wrote it, everyone only knew that it was written by a person named 'Bei Sitian'.

There are not many surnames Bei, but there are quite a few people named Sitian. There is only one name, and the only thing that can be known is gender.

This person named 'Beth Tian' appeared in the literary world for the first time, and caused a lot of repercussions, and because of her unknown identity, she was dressed in a mysterious cloak.

Zhao Zhongqi really wanted to buy that painting at that time, but unfortunately it was bought by another person at a high price. Ask the person surnamed Feng again, and he only has one copy with a wry smile.

Judging from what the surname Feng meant, he didn't actually plan to sell it, but he had to buy it due to the pressure of that person.

Zhao Zhongqi regretted it, because he couldn't get it, but the impression was even more profound, so when he saw this word at this moment, he immediately recognized that it was the lower regular script written by the master!

that master...

Zhao Zhongqi turned his head and looked at the stage. The reason why his face was struck by lightning was that the person he had always called a master was just a little girl in her early twenties!
"This... this is impossible!"

Zhao Zhongqi seemed to be stimulated, and his hand holding the writing trembled.

Seeing this, Wu Yuekai's face immediately turned black. He had managed to get this painting, and if this idiot ruined it even a little bit, he would feel distressed!
"Give it to me!" Wu Yuekai came behind Zhao Zhongqi and said in a deep voice.

Zhao Zhongqi didn't seem to hear Wu Yuekai's words, his eyes were full of the master in his early twenties, his heart was like a raging wave, and he couldn't calm down at all.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would definitely think that Bessian took the master's handwriting as his own...

If you say copying, maybe the font can be copied, but the artistic conception in this word cannot be copied!
This painting is indeed handwritten by me, so...the master in his mind is undoubtedly the little girl in her early twenties on the stage!
Wu Yuekai saw that Zhao Zhongqi didn't pay attention to him at all, but he didn't dare to rush, so he started to sulk while standing behind him.

Seeing this, Li Xuejun resisted the urge to cover his face. Since the veteran commander woke up from poisoning, his personality seems to have changed a bit, and he has the characteristics of an "old urchin". Dare to say it.

Li Xuejun hurriedly stepped forward and took the initiative to be Wu Yuekai's spearman, and said to Zhao Zhongqi with a smile: "Mr. Zhao Laojun, this word is about to be crushed by you!"

Zhao Zhongqi was startled, and quickly looked at his hands. Sure enough, because he was gripping too hard, there were already wrinkles on the paper.

"I'll hold it for you." Li Xuejun took the picture with a smile, "Okay, okay, it's almost done." After speaking, he handed it over to Wu Yuekai behind him.

Wu Yuekai glanced at him appreciatively, and Li Xuejun's heart suddenly fluttered.

(End of this chapter)