Since childhood, he has shown extraordinary calligraphy talent, known as a genius, and has won numerous awards in various calligraphy competitions since he was a child, Zhang Hanwen also thinks that he is a well-deserved genius, but now he is questioned by Li Yan in public, how can he not be angry.

In order to prove that he joined the Calligraphy Association by his real level, Zhang Hanwen waved his hand and said: "Li Yan, since you doubt my calligraphy level, then today we will compete with each other, and the seniors will be the judges, and the loser will automatically quit the Calligraphy Association, do you dare to fight?!"

In his opinion, Li Yan definitely relied on spending money to become a member of the Book Association, and these rich people like to engage in some falsehood, spend money to buy some famous titles, pretend to be a cultural person, and look better on the face.

As long as he really puts down the pen, Li Yan's fox tail will naturally be exposed, if he doesn't dare to accept the challenge, it means that his heart is weak, so as to take a good blow.

Li Yan has always been a person who does not offend me, I will not offend anyone, the other party took the initiative to provoke, of course it was impossible for him to retreat, and resolutely responded: "Okay, I should fight!"

Zhang Hanwen's grandfather and grandson glanced at each other, both of them looked a little surprised, they didn't expect Li Yan to agree so simply, they seemed to have a bamboo in their chests, and they didn't know where they got the confidence.

The calligraphy association is the most indispensable is the four treasures of the study, the two of them splashed ink at the same time, and wrote the same poem "Qinyuan Spring Snow", and they are all written in the font of the book.

When the first line of words came out, many judges looked at the words of the two of them, and instantly made a judgment, and many seniors who had high hopes for Zhang Hanwen gathered around Li Yan, it was really hard to imagine that such a vigorous and elegant word came from the hand of a young man.

At first, Zhang Hanwen was quite satisfied with his performance, but it didn't take long for him to realize that something was wrong, why did everyone gather over there? Even his grandfather was no exception!

With curiosity, he stopped his pen and walked to the periphery of the crowd, and with the help of his height advantage, he could see the words written by Li Yan clearly, and the whole person was completely stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.

It's not like I don't know, I'm scared, Zhang Hanwen finally knows that there are people outside the world, and he has the strength to walk back, and when he sees the words he wrote, he has the urge to tear off the rice paper.

The gap between him and Li Yan is at least eighteen streets in the middle, and he can't catch up with the horse, what else is there to compare it to, he is too lazy to write it down, and sits on the chair in despair.

Looking at Li Yan's flowing calligraphy, the corners of Vice President Zhang's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but compare himself with Li Yan.

What shocked him was that even he was not sure that he was better than Li Yan in Xingshu, let alone his grandson Zhang Hanwen.

With a deep sigh, Vice President Zhang knew that he had lost face this time, and Li Yan's calligraphy level surpassed that of most people present.

After writing a poem, Li Yan blew lightly on the rice paper a few times, dried the ink, and then held it high so that the judges standing on the periphery could also see it.

"This guy ...... The calligraphy seems to have improved ...... compared to last time" Wang Shuyan bit her lip lightly, envious and jealous of Li Yan.

Hehe laughed twice, Old Man He squeezed his eyebrows at Vice President Zhang and said, "Old Man Zhang, your grandson should have finished writing, show it quickly for everyone to see!"

Everyone's eyes focused on Zhang Hanwen's table, on which there was an unfinished word.

If you don't compare Li Yan's works, Zhang Hanwen still plays quite well, and his handwriting is very beautiful, which is pleasing to the eye.

However, all the experts present were calligraphy experts, and it was clear at a glance that his characters were tangible and godless, and they looked beautiful, but they lacked a spirit and spirit, which was far from Li Yan's works.

"Old man Zhang, why don't you comment on these two works?" said Old Man He very proudly.

Vice President Zhang coughed a few times, covered up the embarrassment on his face, and began to comment on Zhang Hanwen's character and pick out many advantages and disadvantages.

Of course, he can't just pick up the good ones and say that the other judges are not vegetarians, only say the good ones and don't mention the shortcomings, others can still see it, and they will also fall into the mouth and deliberately favor their grandsons.

After commenting on Zhang Hanwen's works, Vice President Zhang stood in front of Li Yan's works, and couldn't help but feel a little nerve-wracking, and his brain hurt slightly.

He may not be able to write such a word himself, you ask him to make an evaluation, there are a lot of advantages, but you can't find obvious shortcomings, it seems that you can only use two words to describe perfect.

With a long sigh, Vice President Zhang said helplessly: "Mr. Li's handwriting is impeccable, I was an old man before, I didn't know Mount Tai, and I misunderstood Mr. Li." ”

He had already admitted it, Li Yan would not bite it to death, looked at Zhang Hanwen with a blank face, and sneered: "Mr. Zhang, I don't know what you just said counts?"

Zhang Hanwen came back to his senses, his eyes fell on Li Yan's works, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "Count, I now announce that I will officially withdraw from the Jiangnan Provincial Calligraphy Association!"

Vice President Zhang didn't say anything to stop him, a manly man, a mouthful of spit and a nail, of course, he has to talk and count, and if he can afford to gamble, he can afford to lose.

It's okay to lose once, the key is to be able to get back on your feet and recognize your shortcomings.

Standing up violently, Zhang Hanwen said in a deep voice: "I admit that I lost this time, but I want to compete with you again, not against regular script!"

Among the many fonts, Xingshu is not what Zhang Hanwen is best at, but Xingshu looks more beautiful, so he is used to writing Xingshu.

Seeing that he was not completely dead, Li Yan smiled indifferently and nodded: "As you wish, then there will be another regular script, and the content is up to you." ”

"You don't have to choose anything else, it's still the song "Spring Snow in Qinyuan"," Zhang Hanwen said.

Li Yan's calligraphy is inherited from a number of ancient masters, whether it is regular script or cursive script, there is no one who is not good at it, and he can write a standard block script at will.

This time, Zhang Hanwen exerted 120% of his skills, trying to win back a game and regain some face.

However, the idea is beautiful, the ending is miserable, just like the previous game, all the seniors gathered around Li Yan, and only his grandfather was still standing beside him.

Zhang Hanwen's hand holding the brush trembled slightly, only half of the poem was written, and he couldn't put down the pen anymore, so he asked with a depressed expression: "Grandpa, why didn't you go over?"

Vice President Zhang smiled: "Isn't this trying to give you some encouragement?"

Putting down the brush heavily, Zhang Hanwen raised his head and asked, "There is also a big gap in regular script?"

"Uh......"

Vice President Zhang didn't know how to answer, his grandson had been hit hard enough, and if he was abused in his best regular script, he didn't know if he could cheer up again.

"Grandpa, don't spit out, let's be honest, I can bear it. Zhang Hanwen said in a depressed mood.

Organizing the language in his mind, Vice President Zhang comforted: "The gap does exist, but you don't have to be discouraged, you are still a genius, it is rare to have such calligraphy attainments at this age, grandpa is not as good as you at your age." ”

Zhang Hanwen smiled bitterly: "I'm a genius, so what is Li Yan?"

Vice President Zhang thought about it and spit out the word "demon" with difficulty, and only this title is worthy of Li Yan.

Thinking that he began to learn calligraphy at the age of five, and more than 60 years have passed, and his level is still on par with a young man in his twenties, Vice President Zhang can't help but blush.

"Hanwen, there's nothing to be ashamed of if you lose to Li Yan, if you are someone else, you will only lose even worse. Vice President Zhang patted his grandson on the shoulder and motioned for him to pick up the pen and finish the words: "Even if you know that you are losing, you can't give up halfway, as long as you persevere, you will definitely catch up with him in time." ”

Encouraged by his grandfather, Zhang Hanwen suddenly felt full of strength and worked hard to finish the remaining part.

Li Yan stopped writing earlier, and the calligraphy masters were amazed, and some masters who were not as good as Li Yan sighed in their hearts, feeling that they were living to dogs at a great age.

The two works are compared together, and there is still no suspense about the outcome of the battle, Zhang Hanwen's regular script is stronger than his calligraphy, and the gap between the two is like a moat.

When he came to watch Li Yan's masterpiece up close, Zhang Hanwen only felt that the strength of his whole body was like a tide, coming and going quickly, and the momentum just now was like a deflated ball, disappearing without a trace.

He couldn't see how big the gap between himself and Li Yan was, because the difference was too much, and his grandfather said that if he persisted, he would catch up with Li Yan, but he couldn't see the slightest hope.

Perhaps after a few years, the gap between the two sides has not narrowed, but has widened.

Walking out of the door in a dejected manner, Zhang Hanwen didn't say anything, the line of writing was defeated, the regular script was also defeated, and he was not good at the rest of the cursive script, and he would only bring humiliation on himself if he continued to compare, so it was better to leave silently.

Watching his bleak back gradually leave, Vice President Zhang opened his mouth, and finally didn't say anything, he knew that his grandson had suffered too much damage today, and he needed to be quiet.

Showing the skills of regular script and calligraphy, no one in the calligraphy association dares to underestimate Li Yan, most people are ashamed of themselves, even Liu Xun and other old qualified calligraphers, there is also a feeling that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves.

Perhaps it won't be long before Li Yan's level surpasses them and he becomes one of the top calligraphers in China.

"The exhibition room of our calligraphy association will collect the works of each member as a commemoration, I think it is better to choose this book "Spring Snow in Qinyuan", Li Yan, what do you think?" asked the old man of the Wang family with a smile.

I didn't expect this rule to exist, Li Yan regretted not bringing his own seal, the calligraphy and painting lacked the author's seal, and he always felt that the quality was not high enough.

"The president thinks so, of course I'm fine. Li Yan signed his name on the book.

Many people turned their attention to the other one, and Wang Shuyan took the lead in speaking: "Boss, for the sake of my hard work to create benefits for you, can you give me this regular script as a prize?"

Wang Shuyan works as the manager of the fake taste restaurant, and it is reasonable to call Li Yan the boss.

I didn't expect this girl to make such a move, and everyone else regretted it and didn't speak earlier.

It's just a word, Li Yan didn't pay attention to it, and said indifferently: "If you like it, take it, anyway, my words aren't worth much." ”

"It's not worth much now, and I can't say for sure in the future. Old man He smiled: "With your progress speed, I am afraid that you will be a generation of masters in the near future, and when the old man asks you for a few couplets, you can't help but agree." ”