Beauty's Devil Guard

Autumn is growing.

Finally, the sun is no longer a lazy fire. On this day, when the sun gently occupies every inch of the river and sea space, the whole river and sea is spontaneously boiling up again.

Laobizhai was crowded on the street. From the balcony of my home, we can see that the crowded crowd, like a large group of ants, creeps slowly on the ground.

Jianghai city center has always been not allowed to whistle, but this day is an exception. All the cars on the street started to whistle wildly. As a result, all the police of Jianghai police station went out to stop the riot and prevent the Jianghai from completely opening up.

"Fast, fast, fast, this year's national calligraphy competition is about to start. A little later, I'm afraid it's too late. "

"I'm fast. Can't you see the wall in front of me?"

"One more squeeze."

"If you push forward, I'm afraid my old man will be pushed out of the cleavage."

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The streets were in a mess and crowded. The weather and temperature of the whole river and sea have risen several degrees.

But even though the streets are so crowded. However, a face, put the light, especially excited, especially happy. In the crowd, dancing with hands and feet.

Whether they really like calligraphy or not, the three million gimmicks this year have attracted most people's attention. In addition, this kind of national calligraphy competition has never been held in Jianghai, so the local people of Jianghai come here to watch the show.

The banner has been hung on the third floor of laobizhai.

On the banner, Dong Yuanheng, President of the National Association of calligraphers, wrote in big characters: "write well, look at life, and look for the sage of calligraphy."

A few words are steady and steady, and every stroke and painting is more than mellow. Moreover, there is a great momentum between the lines. It's like a heavy rain, and it's like a galloping horse.

Dong Yuanheng looks at this scene with a smile, the corners of his mouth rise, quite proud. Dong Yuanheng personally presided over the calligraphy competition for so many years, but only this year's calligraphy competition is the most grand.

Looking at the dense crowd, as well as the oncoming flash. Dong Yuanheng nodded slightly, then slowly said: "Mr. Xu, this year's calligraphy competition is very lively."

"It's very lively." Mr. Xu, the elder of calligraphy, is very thin. In the past few years, we have made some achievements in studying cursive script. There are thick cocoons between the fingers. It can be seen that many words have been written in these years.

He is the judge of this calligraphy competition, Xu Jiayi, the Taishan of calligraphy.

Next to Xu Jiayi is a middle-aged woman, wearing a blue and white porcelain cheongsam, whose face is engraved with wind and frost. At first glance, she looks like a woman with a story. This meeting looked down from the third floor of laobizhai and said, "I heard that the boss of laobizhai, young Xiao Yi, sponsored a lot of calligraphy competitions this year. That's why it's so much more grand than it used to be. However, this calligraphy competition has to follow the heart. "

The hale and hearty Xu nodded, then said in a deep voice: "it really should be like this. At that time, we should not be biased when we judge. Xiao Yi also signed up for this calligraphy competition, if his handwriting is not good. Well, don't try to climb up these three floors. "

The woman with the story is Yang Ruolan, also a leading figure in calligraphy. All kinds of fonts are involved, but only proficient in small regular script. Over the years, we have made some achievements in small regular script.

Yang Ruolan, Xu Jiayi and Dong Yuanheng are senior figures of the Calligraphy Association, and they are also great figures in the field of calligraphy. Over the years, these three people have been absolute authorities in the field of calligraphy. Especially in their respective fields, they are all at the top level in China.

Therefore, the judges of this calligraphy competition are these three people.

After hearing what Xu Jiayi and Yang Ruolan said, Dong Yuanheng realized that they didn't want to open the back door for Xiao Yi because of his investment. Hesitated for a moment, and then a long breath, slowly and said: "good, good."

It's nine thirty in the morning, very soon. The annual national calligraphy competition officially began.

Those who come to take part in this kind of calligraphy competition are old people who have studied calligraphy for decades. All of them are extraordinary. One by one, they came all the way to this old pen studio to prove their abilities. And fight to the death for the three million prize.

This calligraphy competition is very interesting. All the participants will enter the hall on the first floor in batches. After the three reviewers on the third floor, they held a simple primary election. Then, the qualified player is likely to enter the second level and write again.

In this way, I climb up one layer after another until I enter the third layer. Only under the supervision of the three judges can we write the last word, and then choose the calligrapher selected from this calligraphy competition.

Xiao Yi is the last group of players, so he is in such a busy day. He is still sleeping at home, and he remembers that his appearance time was at eleven o'clock.The gate of laobizhai was full of people, all of them with long necks, watching all this with breath holding.

The first group of contestants have been standing in the hall on the first floor of laobizhai, all holding their breath. Standing beside a table, he has a plan. Even, there is an old man with white hair, gently stroking the goat's beard on his chin, like a fairyland.

After a whistle rang, all the people in the hall on the first floor wrote quickly and finished the book with ink. Give them ten minutes.

For a moment, Lao bizhai was very quiet. Nose and eyes, the players are older. The sound of the sand on the Xuan paper.

The crowd outside has been quiet. Give these players some quiet space, to avoid their distraction caused by the pen bifurcation.

The reporters who were allowed by the privilege all stood in the corner of the first floor of laobizhai. I picked up a big camera and photographed the whole process.

Ten minutes later, all the words written by the contestants were put away. Then, a special person presented it.

After a long wait, the staff went downstairs. Then, he said slowly, "what can go up to the second floor and go through the second round of selection is..."

However, in the people's patience, the staff only reported the names of four people. Then, the rest of the people were eliminated in this primary.

How fierce competition, in this moment, people are shaking their heads. Finally, I feel that the three million is not easy to earn.

After one round, the four who passed the second round were waiting. The second wave of contestants entered the hall on the first floor and continued the competition.

However, this time, the second wave of players were totally destroyed. All of us have no chance to go to the second floor.

It's for the next players to hit head-on again. Everyone is deeply aware that this time these judges are harsh in their profession.

As time goes by, there are not many people left.

This time, after the results were announced again.

The crowd began to think of a loud voice: "isn't this Liang Xiao, the last two masters of calligraphy? Unexpectedly, regardless of his face, he came to participate in this calligraphy competition again. It seems that for the huge sum of money of three million, we have no respect at all. "

"Well, for the sake of three million, there's no shame. However, Liang Xiao's wild hand is really good. That year, I happened to be there. After the exhibition, I personally saw Liang Xiao's handwriting. This guy looks like he's in his forties, gentle. And, it looks extremely mild. However, it's about wild grass. It's called wanton things, unrestrained. "

Liang Xiao's appearance in this calligraphy competition caused a burst of uproar.

After all, Liang Xiao was the sage of books. Therefore, he came back to participate in this kind of competition, so that many of the players who came to participate in the competition were a little pale.

After Xiao Yi got up, he went through a lot of hardships. After a long journey, I finally arrived at laobizhai.

It can be said that in this crowded river and sea, in this busy and crowded situation. Xiao Yi overcame all difficulties and arrived at the gate of laobizhai. However, this makes Li Qi and Zou Yang both anxious, like ants on a hot pot.

After all, both Li Qi and Zou Yang clearly understood that Xiao Yi had taken great pains in this calligraphy competition. If because of greedy bed, leading to the absence. So, all Xiao Yi's efforts and expectations this time will come to nothing.

Zou Yang and Li Qi breathed a sigh when they saw Xiao Yi's appearance at the door of laobizhai.

And this meeting staff, standing at the door with a horn mouth, lazily shouting: "Xiao Yi."

The voice was weak and impatient. After all, this is the third time that the male staff member has called Xiao Yi's name. If Xiao Yi still doesn't arrive this time, then he will be disqualified.

"Yes."

Xiao Yi saw just arrived, and finally split his mouth and laughed.

But then Xiao Yi couldn't laugh. Because Zou Yang looks at Xiao Yina as if she is not warm, not hot, not impatient. Completely urgent, so Zou Yang went out. Standing behind Xiao Yi, he raised his foot and put it directly on Xiao Yi's buttock.

So, Xiao Yi rolled on the ground, and then rolled into the old pen studio. And in that rolling time, Xiao Yi's flip flops are very glorious to fly out.

To participate in this kind of calligraphy competition are highly respected men of a little age, where there is such a frivolous player as Xiao Yi. Immediately, there was a burst of laughter at the door.