"Lao Wang, what kind of good words did you see, with such a surprised expression?"

"Usually you, don't you often talk about it, practicing words is like practicing your heart, why can't your heart stabilize today? ”

A person walked in from the door, and that person was also one of the judges this time, the vice president of the Demon Capital Calligraphy Association, Wu Kaishan.

Wu Kaishan and Wang Dalong are friends, and what he means by saying this is not a mockery, but a joke!

Wang Dalong raised his head and glared at Wu Kaishan angrily:

"Lao Wu, come and take a look, if you don't have the slightest surprise when you see the words on this rice paper, I, Wang Dalong, will praise you as a "cold mountain monk with a heart like iron stone". ”

Wu Kaishan's hometown is in a place called Hanshan, and there is a mountain in his name, and the calligraphy is also quite famous, so he also has a nickname, called Hanshan Jushi.

It's just that this nickname, at the very beginning, was also a joking name.

Friends tease each other.

"Hardhearted?"

"I said, Lao Wang, you are changing the law to harm me!"

"Okay, I'll take a look at this calligraphy that shocked you Wang Dalong so much. ”

Wu Kaishan's voice is more magnetic, coupled with his burly and upright posture and the temperament of walking slowly, he does have the appearance of a layman.

"you Wu Kaishan, although you are already in your fifties, but in terms of age, you are much younger than me, so you can't go faster, don't pretend to be this force?"

"My body in my sixties is boneless, and I can walk faster than you!"

Facing Wang Dalong's complaining words, Wu Kaishan smiled bitterly: "I didn't pretend to be forced this time, I have a cold leg, not only does it hurt when I walk, but I also feel that my leg is a little weak, where can I walk fast!"

Wang Dalong also knew that Wu Kaishan had a problem with his old cold legs, and he seemed to have an old problem, so he didn't continue to complain. Instead, he said with a little concern:

"Why don't I turn up the air conditioning in this office?"

"Forget it. Wu Kaishan waved his hand, "The current air conditioning temperature is not low, it is relatively normal, if it is turned up, the other people in the office should be hot, I will wait to read these words, just go out to bask in the sun." ”

Wang Dalong also knew Lao Wu's temper, and seeing that he really didn't want to adjust the temperature of the air conditioner, he didn't mention it again.

The current air conditioning temperature is just right for ordinary people.

There are not just a few people in the office, but more than a dozen people, and the carbon dioxide emitted is also high, and then the temperature of the air conditioner is raised, I am afraid that it will heat up, which has no effect.

Wu Kaishan walked next to Wang Dalong, looked at the rice paper on the table, and his eyes became extremely surprised from the initial casualness.

"This, this is ......"

"Wang Dalong, this word... Is this really written by a contestant who meets the requirements of the competition, and not by a master of calligraphy?"

Hearing this, Wang Dalong was immediately unhappy.

"I said Lao Wu, why do you have to say such idiotic things, there are only more than 100 people from all the demons who come to participate in the competition, can't our supervisors tell who is not a master or not?"

"Besides, we also have to look at ID cards, not to mention that you don't know that there is surveillance in every competition venue, do you say there is such a possibility?"

"Yes, yes, I said the wrong thing, and I didn't think about it. ”

Wu Kaishan patted Wang Dalong's back with a smile, then looked at the handwriting on the rice paper with a complicated face, and continued with a wry smile:

"However, it is too incredible that this level of handwriting appears in this kind of competition of young players, from ancient times to the present, it is only those great calligraphers who have left their names in history to write calligraphy of such strength before the age of thirty-five!"

"Even Zhang Zhixin, who is currently recognized as the first in the Chinese calligraphy industry, did not have such pen power before the age of thirty-five. ”

"This is God bless Huaxia, will there be a successor for Zhang Zhixin before he goes west?"

"If that's the case, it's really gratifying!"

"Otherwise, when Zhang Zhixin goes west, Sato Shinsai on the Japanese side is afraid that he will be rampant. ”

"Before the age of thirty-five? Hahahaha, do you know how old the child who wrote this calligraphy is? Far younger than you think. ”

Wang Dalong already had a smile on his face before he heard this, but out of respect, he didn't immediately interrupt and interject!

And now, after listening to Lao Wu's words, he couldn't help it anymore and spoke.

"Kid?"

Hearing Wang Dalong say these two words, Wu Kaishan knew that the age he had imagined before was definitely wrong.

Although Wang Dalong is already sixty-six years old, it is impossible to call a person in his thirties a child, so this person must be under the age of thirty.

Wu Kaishan guessed a number that matched his mental estimate: "Twenty-seven?"

"Twenty-seven? Hahaha, it's too bad. Wang Dalong laughed and said, "Forget it, you don't have to guess, don't waste time, I'll tell you directly, I'm only twenty-one years old." ”

"Twenty-One????year-old

Wu Kaishan's expression at this time was not to mention how surprised he was, his face was full of an expression of don't tease me.

It's no wonder that Wu Kaishan doesn't believe Wang Dalong's words so much, because it is unbelievable that he can write such words at the age of twenty-one.

That kind of sophisticated pen power, that kind of handwriting with charm, even the twenty-one-year-old calligrapher can't write such calligraphy!

How could this not surprise Wu Kaishan, so that he felt particularly incredulous.

Wang Dalong saw Wu Kaishan's expression at this time, and his face was also smiling.

This expression was even more incredulous than when he heard his friend Ye Jinghong say that the words on the wall were written by his twenty-one-year-old grandson.

"Lao Wang, are you sure your words are not deceiving?"

Wu Kaishan saw the smile on Wang Dalong's face and said suspiciously.

"If I deceive, I'll immediately become a puppy. ”

Wang Dalong said without the slightest hesitation.

Hesitating, he had seen the ID card that kid brought, so he didn't panic at all!

Wang Dalong deliberately paused for a few seconds, and then continued: "Moreover, I can tell you again that this Ye Fan is Ye Jinghong's grandson. ”

"Is it Master Ye Jinghong? Is it Master Ye Jinghong, the former vice president of the Chinese Calligraphy Association and now the honorary president for life?"

"Hehe, that's what you said about Ye Jinghong. ”

"You kid also know that I have a good relationship with Lao Ye, and when I went to his house as a guest, I had already seen the handwriting written by his grandson. ”

"At that time, I didn't believe it, and even until I saw this word today, I didn't believe it, and even made a bet with Lao Ye and made a promise. ”

"Do you know what Caitou is? All the good wines I have in my house!"

Wu Kaishan was stunned, he naturally knew that Wang Dalong was a good wine person, and he had also heard that his family had collected a lot of good wine over the past few decades.

If all the good wine in the collection is given away as a color head, I am afraid that it will cost Wang Dalong half his life.

He just wanted to say something, but Wang Dalong continued: "But Lao Ye has long been confident, and he doesn't plan to ask for my wine, so he just cuts the color head to a random bottle of ordinary wine." ”

"Now that I think about myself in the morning, I feel how ignorant I am!"

"As the so-called generations of talented people have come out, each leading the way for hundreds of years, the era of our group of people has passed, but the era of belonging to that group of young people has also arrived. ”