My first love got married: I was forced to sing to celebrate

Zhang Yuan pressed his hand, and everyone quieted down.

The live broadcast room was also quiet.

I want to know what Zhang Yuan said.

Zhang Yuan smiled: "As for me, I hope everyone will pay attention to our traditional culture." "

"Our costumes, beautiful and elegant, represent cultural heritage. "

"Our craft, in all its variety, is also a testament to history. "

"Our piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are the crystallization of culture. "

"As young people in the new era, we should shoulder the responsibility of inheriting these things, rather than blindly pursuing foreign things. "

Zhang Yuan paused.

With a smile on his face.

"Of course, I know that it is not easy for all of us to live and provide for our families. But there's always something wrong with paying a little more attention. "

There was a quiet moment.

The live broadcast room was also silent.

After a while, someone finally sent a barrage.

"Brother Yuan is right, many of our inheritances have been lost. "

"That's right, and a lot of inheritance has become someone else's thing. "

.“ Sometimes I want to laugh, we don't care about our own things, but foreigners are very well protected, what is the matter? "

"Okay, I can't keep up with the times, there are various reasons, Brother Yuan's heart is good, but this year...... You can't wear a robe to work, do you? "

"That's it, what should I do if I wear a robe and get caught in the elevator. "

"It's like we don't have the energy. "

"Sugar people are unhygienic. "

There was a quarrel in the live broadcast room.

The crowd was silent.

They also have a lot of ideas in their hearts.

However, in front of Zhang Yuan, he was embarrassed to speak.

Everyone feels the same in their hearts that traditional culture is outdated.

Moreover, even if you want to promote it, it is not easy.

After all, it is out of step with today's society.

For example, sugar people are unhygienic.

Who will eat?

Zhang Yuan spoke: "I know, sugar people are unhygienic, so I said just now that the last thing to live is to blow candy."

I don't recommend it to everyone either.

But what about the other two ways that Sugar Man does?"

A group of people looked at Zhang Yuan: "Is there anything else?"

Zhang Yuan smiled confidently: "Of course, for example, painting sugar people." "

He spoke.

Suddenly, he grabbed a small spoon and held a spoonful of soup.

"Everyone is looking forward to it, the time has come to show the real technique. "

Everyone's eyes widened.

Don't dare to miss Zhang Yuan's performance.

Even the old man who has known Zhang Yuan's greatness for a long time.

At this time, they all puffed out their cigarettes.

Gaze feverishly.

Suddenly, the spoon tilted.

A silk thread hangs in the air.

Zhang Yuan's manual too.

The silk thread began to twist with Zhang Yuan's wrist.

A little bit, low on the slate.

"It turns out that this slate is used by Huatang people. "

"Oh, I said, why did Brother Yuan put such a smooth and clean slate. "

"Wow, it's really a painting, you see. "

"I'm Cao,. "

Zhang Yuan's wrist moved.

The sugar water in the spoon turned into silk threads, which were as thin as hair.

Hanging on the stone slab.

With the wrist moving faster and faster.

The thread was not broken.

Instead, it twisted and fell.

Mysterious traces have been formed on the stone slabs.

If you think of these marks as ink or paint.

That's painting.

That's right, Zhang Yuan is painting.

In West Lake Park, he followed Zhao Lingyin and Li Ningxiang four girls.

Qinqi, calligraphy and painting have already reached the top.

Even dance is involved.

Today's Zhang Yuan can easily be a horse.

All kinds of difficult movements are at your fingertips.

Of course, Zhang Yuan will not deliberately perform this.

He incorporated Chinese painting into the technique of painting sugar figures.

The two are cleverly combined.

Sugar man is no longer ordinary.

"It's ......"

The crowd was shocked.

"This is a ship, what is that bridge? Is it a broken bridge? I, Cao, I seem to know what Brother Yuan is going to do. "

"No, no, I've heard that painting is very complicated, Brother Yuan, this is going to heaven. "

"Lifelike, ingenious. I don't dare to imagine what kind of work Brother Yuan would paint if he used a paintbrush to paint such a picture with sugar water. "

With the transformation of the stone slab, the sugar water in the spoon disappeared little by little.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuan's arm flicked.

A silk thread rose straight into the air.

It's like a golden hoop rod with slender hair, about to ascend to the Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

Overturn the Jade Emperor.

However, a thin line is a thin line after all.

Rising to a certain height, it has already begun to fall.

Zhang Yuan's sleeves flicked, and a gust of wind arose out of thin air.

The silk threads were blown by the wind and began to twist.

The rules fell unevenly to the slate.

Suddenly, ripples appeared.

It's like the wind blowing through the water.

Countless gasps were heard.

Immediately afterward, everyone's breathing stopped.

Zhang Yuan's right hand was raised again.

The thread hangs back from the inside of the spoon.

It was completely connected to the silk thread that had just risen to the sky.

There was not a single break.

"That's awesome. "

"I just want to ask, Brother Yuan, why are you different from others. "

"Climbing the Great Wall can defeat foreigners. "

"Singing can make people dream back to ancient times. "

"Tai Chi is used to make cakes. "

"You should be honest as a candy man, right? You actually paint......"

"I just want to know if the masters of Chinese painting are ashamed. "

on a slate.

The water of West Lake is rippling.

The boat comes to life.

The willows on the shore move with the wind.

On the broken bridge not far away, pedestrians are strangely shaped.

Such a painting, through the live broadcast room.

Spread all over the web.

It has reached the eyes of countless people.

Weibo, exploded again.

Countless artists, can't sit still.