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Chapter 113 Really Written by Delivering Food
Chapter 113 Really Written by Delivering Food
The crowd's onlookers once again caused the surrounding people to gather together, and many people began to comment on the calligraphy on the wall.
"Who wrote this word?"
"I don't know, but it looks amazing."
"I"
Among the onlookers, some who couldn't see the depth suddenly stepped forward rashly, raised their hands and touched the wall.
"stop!"
Seeing the man's actions, Elder Tang was startled, and then shouted loudly!
Passers-by were startled by Mr. Tang's voice, turned their heads and saw that it was a bad old man, and then cursed: "Isn't it just touching it? Is it necessary to shout so scary?!"
Elder Tang said expressionlessly: "Do you know that you just destroyed a piece of art that might be passed down through the ages?"
The passer-by's face changed when he was told, and he was still unconvinced: "You say it is? Who are you?"
And after Elder Tang said these words, the surrounding crowd also showed different expressions.
Some of them dismissed it, they just came to look at the paintings and calligraphy, and they knew nothing about the real works of art.
So they didn't know Elder Tang's identity, and they didn't believe what Elder Tang said.
Therefore, when Old Tang finished speaking, they laughed in a low voice, feeling that the old man in front of them was bragging.
And the faces of the people who followed Elder Tang suddenly became serious.
As Mr. Tang, there is no need to lie about this kind of thing.
"Old Ding's calligraphy is naturally a work of art!" The young man quickly cheered.
The passer-by retorted disdainfully: "What kind of shit, you call it a work of art when you talk about it? Then I said that my pickle jar is also a work of art!"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man next to the second elder couldn't help it anymore: "Stinky boy, your family has taught you to spray dung all over your mouth? Dog eyes look down on people! This is the vice president of our Shanghai Chamber of Commerce , Chairman of the Shanghai Painting and Calligraphy Association, Master Tang Lintang!"
The whispered discussions around stopped suddenly, and everyone was stunned by Tang Lin's identity.
"Tang Lin? Is that the director of the Huaxia Painting and Calligraphy Association?"
"That's right, I heard that one word of his can sell for a million dollars!"
"My God, he actually came here today?"
"I heard that Tang Song, the current president of the Shanghai Painting and Calligraphy Association, is his son!"
"Actually, I'm still curious, is the writing on the wall really that valuable?"
Amidst the discussion among the crowd, the faces of the young people who had argued with Elder Tang turned green.
How could I argue with such a big shot for so long?Why did he provoke others?
finished calf...
The passerby's legs softened, and he sat limply on the ground.
Elder Tang didn't bother with him, and turned his head to continue admiring the painting.
"It seems that Lao Ding has gained a lot this time." Tang Lao admired and said with emotion, "His second calligraphy is majestic and majestic, and the strokes are magnificent. It can be seen that Lao Ding is really in a good mood after breaking through. Ah, I didn't expect to see him write such words in my lifetime, and it's not in vain that we have known each other for so many years."
Old Xie hummed and chirped, but didn't say anything.
Both of them are connoisseurs, so they can naturally see the meaning of what is written in this calligraphy.
It must be that Lao Ding has been struggling for too long, and today he made a breakthrough, and suddenly felt that the sea and the sky are bright, and the road ahead is bright.
"Mr. Tang, this calligraphy was made by Mr. Ding. We don't have enough vision to know what level this calligraphy is." A young man asked respectfully, "I hope Mr. Tang can clear up our doubts."
"Of course, you can also study more." Mr. Tang walked to the words, his eyes full of admiration, "Come with me to observe, you must know that this is a master-level work!"
As soon as this remark came out, the old people were only a little shocked, while one of the young people was completely shocked.
You must know that a master is a title that can only be possessed when one's skills have reached the pinnacle.
As the saying goes, one art is one, and the master is the person who has recently approached the Tao. The works they created can be said to contain the Tao in it, and people can feel different things from it.
This kind of character was usually called a saint in ancient times.
"Then is there any existence beyond the Grandmaster?" The curiosity of the young people drove them to continue asking.
Elder Tang was slightly taken aback, looked up at the sky, and said in a lonely voice, "Above the master, he is an immortal."
As soon as these words came out, everyone felt as if there was an invisible force shaking their hearts.
Elder Tang explained that this immortal does not mean that he ascended to become an immortal, but that his skills have reached a desperate level, and his mastery has reached an unimaginable level.
Since ancient times, what people have often fantasized about is how miraculous and powerful the gods in the sky are.
As for the realm above the master, people can only imagine, so they are called immortals.
"In modern terms, it is a god-level skill." Tang Lao said with emotion, "It's just that there are only a few masters in the world today, let alone a god-level skill."
Calligraphy masters at the grand master level need state of mind and time to sharpen. Now there are only five master calligraphers on the register, and the youngest is 60 years old, and the oldest has already stepped into the loess with half a foot.
Many elderly calligraphers are worried that in the near future, with the death of master-level figures, the inheritance of Chinese calligraphy will be broken.
But at this time, I suddenly learned that Mr. Ding had successfully been promoted to become a master-level calligrapher. While causing a great shock to everyone, he also brought everyone new hope.
If there is one master, there will be a second one.
At this time, the young man who had gone out to ask questions came back.
"Mr. Tang, I'll go and find out. Mr. Ding has already left. The writing on this side was left by him earlier." The young man pointed to the first writing, and then looked at the "Nanling Farewell to Children" next to him. Entering Beijing", "This, this..."
Elder Tang frowned slightly: "If you have something to say, just say it directly, don't dawdle!"
The young man looked at the two of them, and seeing that he might get angry if he didn't say anything, he gritted his teeth and said, "This, this is written by a delivery boy!"
Tang Lao originally thought that something had happened, but when he heard the young man's words, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not that something happened to Old Ding... Wait!"
Elder Tang turned his head slowly, and asked with strange eyes, "What did you just say?"
Seeing this, the young man repeated again: "This writing...was written by a delivery man!"
What's the situation?
Are you dreaming?
(End of this chapter)
The crowd's onlookers once again caused the surrounding people to gather together, and many people began to comment on the calligraphy on the wall.
"Who wrote this word?"
"I don't know, but it looks amazing."
"I"
Among the onlookers, some who couldn't see the depth suddenly stepped forward rashly, raised their hands and touched the wall.
"stop!"
Seeing the man's actions, Elder Tang was startled, and then shouted loudly!
Passers-by were startled by Mr. Tang's voice, turned their heads and saw that it was a bad old man, and then cursed: "Isn't it just touching it? Is it necessary to shout so scary?!"
Elder Tang said expressionlessly: "Do you know that you just destroyed a piece of art that might be passed down through the ages?"
The passer-by's face changed when he was told, and he was still unconvinced: "You say it is? Who are you?"
And after Elder Tang said these words, the surrounding crowd also showed different expressions.
Some of them dismissed it, they just came to look at the paintings and calligraphy, and they knew nothing about the real works of art.
So they didn't know Elder Tang's identity, and they didn't believe what Elder Tang said.
Therefore, when Old Tang finished speaking, they laughed in a low voice, feeling that the old man in front of them was bragging.
And the faces of the people who followed Elder Tang suddenly became serious.
As Mr. Tang, there is no need to lie about this kind of thing.
"Old Ding's calligraphy is naturally a work of art!" The young man quickly cheered.
The passer-by retorted disdainfully: "What kind of shit, you call it a work of art when you talk about it? Then I said that my pickle jar is also a work of art!"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man next to the second elder couldn't help it anymore: "Stinky boy, your family has taught you to spray dung all over your mouth? Dog eyes look down on people! This is the vice president of our Shanghai Chamber of Commerce , Chairman of the Shanghai Painting and Calligraphy Association, Master Tang Lintang!"
The whispered discussions around stopped suddenly, and everyone was stunned by Tang Lin's identity.
"Tang Lin? Is that the director of the Huaxia Painting and Calligraphy Association?"
"That's right, I heard that one word of his can sell for a million dollars!"
"My God, he actually came here today?"
"I heard that Tang Song, the current president of the Shanghai Painting and Calligraphy Association, is his son!"
"Actually, I'm still curious, is the writing on the wall really that valuable?"
Amidst the discussion among the crowd, the faces of the young people who had argued with Elder Tang turned green.
How could I argue with such a big shot for so long?Why did he provoke others?
finished calf...
The passerby's legs softened, and he sat limply on the ground.
Elder Tang didn't bother with him, and turned his head to continue admiring the painting.
"It seems that Lao Ding has gained a lot this time." Tang Lao admired and said with emotion, "His second calligraphy is majestic and majestic, and the strokes are magnificent. It can be seen that Lao Ding is really in a good mood after breaking through. Ah, I didn't expect to see him write such words in my lifetime, and it's not in vain that we have known each other for so many years."
Old Xie hummed and chirped, but didn't say anything.
Both of them are connoisseurs, so they can naturally see the meaning of what is written in this calligraphy.
It must be that Lao Ding has been struggling for too long, and today he made a breakthrough, and suddenly felt that the sea and the sky are bright, and the road ahead is bright.
"Mr. Tang, this calligraphy was made by Mr. Ding. We don't have enough vision to know what level this calligraphy is." A young man asked respectfully, "I hope Mr. Tang can clear up our doubts."
"Of course, you can also study more." Mr. Tang walked to the words, his eyes full of admiration, "Come with me to observe, you must know that this is a master-level work!"
As soon as this remark came out, the old people were only a little shocked, while one of the young people was completely shocked.
You must know that a master is a title that can only be possessed when one's skills have reached the pinnacle.
As the saying goes, one art is one, and the master is the person who has recently approached the Tao. The works they created can be said to contain the Tao in it, and people can feel different things from it.
This kind of character was usually called a saint in ancient times.
"Then is there any existence beyond the Grandmaster?" The curiosity of the young people drove them to continue asking.
Elder Tang was slightly taken aback, looked up at the sky, and said in a lonely voice, "Above the master, he is an immortal."
As soon as these words came out, everyone felt as if there was an invisible force shaking their hearts.
Elder Tang explained that this immortal does not mean that he ascended to become an immortal, but that his skills have reached a desperate level, and his mastery has reached an unimaginable level.
Since ancient times, what people have often fantasized about is how miraculous and powerful the gods in the sky are.
As for the realm above the master, people can only imagine, so they are called immortals.
"In modern terms, it is a god-level skill." Tang Lao said with emotion, "It's just that there are only a few masters in the world today, let alone a god-level skill."
Calligraphy masters at the grand master level need state of mind and time to sharpen. Now there are only five master calligraphers on the register, and the youngest is 60 years old, and the oldest has already stepped into the loess with half a foot.
Many elderly calligraphers are worried that in the near future, with the death of master-level figures, the inheritance of Chinese calligraphy will be broken.
But at this time, I suddenly learned that Mr. Ding had successfully been promoted to become a master-level calligrapher. While causing a great shock to everyone, he also brought everyone new hope.
If there is one master, there will be a second one.
At this time, the young man who had gone out to ask questions came back.
"Mr. Tang, I'll go and find out. Mr. Ding has already left. The writing on this side was left by him earlier." The young man pointed to the first writing, and then looked at the "Nanling Farewell to Children" next to him. Entering Beijing", "This, this..."
Elder Tang frowned slightly: "If you have something to say, just say it directly, don't dawdle!"
The young man looked at the two of them, and seeing that he might get angry if he didn't say anything, he gritted his teeth and said, "This, this is written by a delivery boy!"
Tang Lao originally thought that something had happened, but when he heard the young man's words, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not that something happened to Old Ding... Wait!"
Elder Tang turned his head slowly, and asked with strange eyes, "What did you just say?"
Seeing this, the young man repeated again: "This writing...was written by a delivery man!"
What's the situation?
Are you dreaming?
(End of this chapter)
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