Bai Su hurried and hurried, and finally arrived at the meeting place within the agreed time, without giving Jiang Xiaoyin a chance to go crazy.

It's not that she's afraid of Jiang Xiaoyin, but she is distressed about the fare to the airport.

……

In the Fuyun Building, all the entries have been collected.

After the jury is divided into groups, take a quick look. There are many good works among them, but there are also many works that make people laugh and cry.

Wang Fengying, the director of the Red Mansion, accompanied Fan Lao and spoke softly. Originally, the filming plan was tight, and there were no special circumstances, Wang Fengying would not leave the crew.

However, Fan Lao is a powerful calligrapher who she specially invited through a relationship. No matter how busy you are, you have to be accompanied. After all, with him, this calligraphy contest is half the success, because many people at the bottom are attracted to him because of him.

"Oops!"

Suddenly, in the circle surrounded by the jury, there was an exclamation, interrupting the conversation between Wang Fengying and Fan Lao.

Fan Lao's originally bent body was straight. In fact, for today's scene, he resisted in his heart, but his old friend for many years opened his mouth, and he couldn't refute his face. He has always despised this kind of obviously commercial competition.

What's more, this kind of field can't produce good works.

"This ...... This word!"

"What's wrong?" asked Wang Fengying.

"Please also ask Fan Lao to take a look at this lettering. ”

Wang Fengying was a little curious. He gestured to Fan Lao and walked towards the judges' table.

Fan Zhongjing couldn't refuse, so he could only get up.

However, he was a little interested, but when he saw the words on the table, his expression changed instantly.

Then he took two quick steps, stroked the paper with some emotion, and muttered, "Good!

After calming down, I quickly guessed in my mind which person I knew wrote it, but after going through it, there was no one who matched the handwriting.

This is a strange thing! There is not a single famous person in China that he does not know. Is it an unborn hermit?

Everyone who secretly observed his expression was curious.

What's going on?

"I don't know who made this word?" Fan Lao raised his head and looked around the field with a glittering gaze.

When everyone heard this, they were also a little surprised. Some craned their necks, desperate to see the calligraphy. Some other people also followed Fan Lao, looking for people all over the scene.

Seeing Fan Lao like this, Wang Fengying also realized that things were not simple. Could it be that in addition to Fan Lao, there are other calligraphers present today?

It was a real bonus.

She quickly glanced to the side and asked the staff to look for someone. He gently helped Fan Lao, and said with some joy: "The author of this calligraphy probably has something to do, and he left the scene temporarily, and he has asked someone to find it." Please also ask Fan Lao to comment on this word for us. ”

"I don't dare to comment on it, I can only say that I want to talk about my own opinions. ”

He nodded in agreement, then turned his gaze to the writing on the table. The word goodbye still made him a little emotional and excited.

Everyone hurriedly pricked up their ears and listened.

This word is like flowing water, and the pen is like a cloud of smoke. It contains the blandness, dispersion and quiet leisure of the old village. But the amazing thing is that it hides the perseverance, courage and enterprising spirit of Confucianism. ”

"What is this writing?"

Everyone was curious.

Fan Lao looked around and smiled lightly. He said slowly with a special rhyme, "When the fake is true, the truth is also false, and there is no place for inaction." ”

As soon as the words fell, someone at the bottom said the source.

"Isn't this the couplet on both sides of the Illusory Realm in the Red Mansion?"

"Yes, yes, yes, from the first episode of "Dream of Red Mansions". It seems that Zhen Shiyin is dreamy and psychic, and Jia Yucun is beautiful in the dust. ”

Everyone thought about Fan Lao's comment on this word just now, and thought about the content of this calligraphy, and instantly had a different feeling.

On the projection screen in the venue, this pair of words was also displayed in a timely manner.

There was a lot of discussion in the venue, and some even took out their mobile phones to take photos and videos.

This is the first time that this style of character has appeared. The important thing is that it fits so well with the artistic conception of the written content.

Everyone speculated that this was probably an old hermit who had seen through the world.

The jury did not hesitate and directly awarded the painting a grand prize. After the other works were also commented one by one, it was time to receive the award.

"Did you find someone?"

"Nope!"

The staff had no choice but to let the host follow the normal process first.

"Contestant Ninety-Nine, please, come to the front desk. ”

The crowd chattered, and everyone was waiting to see the great god. But a few minutes later, there was still no movement off the field.

The host reluctantly called again, "Ninety-nine?"

Still no one answered.

"Is Ninety-Nine here?"

called several times in a row, but no one answered, the scene was a little cold in an instant, the host wiped his sweat, inadvertently saw the signature of the work, and changed the question, "Bai Laosu, are you there?"

Xiao Liang, who was sitting on the edge, was suddenly stunned when he heard this shout.

Isn't this the meager ID of Bai Su?

At this time, the crowd also stirred, probably guessing what was happening at this moment.

This jackpot has to be byed!

Fan Lao, who was standing in the middle of the review group, also felt a little regretful, originally thought that he could meet a new calligrapher.

I didn't expect it!

However, this matter is gone, and the style of acting that hides merit and fame is also in line with the artistic conception revealed by the words.

"Bai Lao Su, aren't you there?"

The host finally reluctantly reported again.

"In!"

When everyone heard this sudden male voice, they were instantly startled and looked at the source of the sound.

Xiao Liang, who was originally nested in the corner of the audience, was watched by so many people, and instantly became a little nervous and blushed slightly.

Mo Xiaoxiao also looked at her little boyfriend with a suspicious expression, and thought of the name she had just reported for, called Bai Laosu, and instantly had some guesses in her heart.

This, this can't be my Su God!

Everyone was even more curious when they saw that it was such a young man who responded. Seeing him sitting in the audience, is he the master's son and nephew?

"Bai Laosu, are you Bai Laosu?" finally saw a response, and the host blurted out with some excitement.

"Of course not!"

Everyone looked at it clearly, how could that word be written by a child of this age.

"Are you his grandson?"

"You're only a grandson!" Hearing this question, Xiao Liang's face instantly darkened, and his whole body was about to explode.

The moderator also realized that his question was a little inappropriate. Quickly remedied, "Do you know where he went?"

"Go to the toilet!"

“……”

When everyone heard this, there was an instant uproar. This has begun to be selected and drawn, and if you want to go to the toilet, you can't bear it?

A master is a master, do things as you like!

The host stiffened, "Then when will he come back?"

"How do I know? The diarrhea is too serious, I guess I won't be able to come back!"

Hearing this, the venue was instantly silent.