074 Fortunately, I was not dishonored
Qiu Feng kept grinding.
Because he just beat this man and woman, his heart is not calm, which is a taboo in writing.
And as he grinded, his breath stabilized, and he looked intently and landed on the notebook.
The handwriting is very similar to Liu Gongquan's handwriting, but the paper of that era has hardly been preserved to the present, and even if there is, it is impossible to be as intact as this. If you do a carbon 14 identification, the truth will come out.
Qiu Feng soon found the clue. This is the handwriting of a master of copying, and in some details and habits, it is impossible to comprehend Liu Gongquan's spirit, which is somewhat different.
But now is not the time to distinguish between the real and the fake, winning the game is the key.
Qiu Feng stared at the words on the notebook, without distractions, and his whole body seemed to merge with those words.
Seeing his appearance, the eyes of calligraphy masters became brighter and brighter.
Park Changfan has indeed been honed for many years, and under the tip of the pen, one by one willow characters appeared, which were almost exactly the same as those on the copybook!
Ten, thirty, fifty......
At this time, Qiu Feng finally retracted his gaze, lightly dipped in ink, and then the dragon walked and swam, both square and round, "free and easy".
The speed is nearly twice as fast as Park Chang-beom, all in one go!
"Smack!"
Almost at the same time, the two of them rested the brush on the pen holder.
Qiu Feng didn't even look at Park Changfan, and hugged another punch: "Fortunately, I won't be dishonored." ”
Tang Qingfeng was the first to laugh: "Little friend, you are not just a little superficial!"
Qiu Feng smiled and didn't speak.
Gongsun Wuzheng let him practice calligraphy since he was a child, not so that he could master calligraphy, but purely to sharpen his patience and concentration.
People's success is never a coincidence, and it is difficult for people who are impetuous to become great.
Qiu Feng has been practicing calligraphy for fifteen years, and he has been practicing copying, and he has not formed his own pen style, so he told Tang Qingfeng that what he learned was only scratching the surface.
The old man in brocade looked at Qiu Feng and showed a look of approval.
He likes this young man, who is brave and resourceful, decisive, purposeful, and has a sense of the overall situation, which is very rare in today's young people.
It's a pity that his style of writing is difficult to change. He sighed to himself, a little regretful.
After all, copying is a trail, and once the pattern is set, it is almost impossible to break through and get out of your own style.
"What do you mean!" Park Chang-bum was ignored, and his anger swelled up, shouting loudly, "There is no competition, how can it be as if he has already won!"
"Huh. Qiu Feng smiled, "You can compare yourself, as long as you are not blind, you can see it." ”
"Hmph!" Park Changfan looked at Qiu Feng's rice paper with a cold face, just glanced at it, and suddenly felt like a lightning strike, and his heart was shocked!
This...... How so?
Quickly put Qiu Feng's rice paper and posts together, and the feeling was more direct and intense.
He has been copying for more than ten years, and it is natural to see that the words he has copied are very close, and each word is horizontal and vertical, and every stroke is like copying.
However, Qiu Feng's copying is far more than him, not only the size of these words is the same, the spacing of the words is also the same, and even the thickness and density of the pen are exactly the same!
Not almost.
Park Chang-beom's copying is to disassemble each character and copy it according to the strokes.
But Qiu Feng fully comprehended what the owner of the calligraphy was thinking.
Looking at it separately, it seems to be the same word, but when you put it together, for some reason, what Qiu Feng wrote was like the original owner personally picked up the pen, and Park Changfan wrote it, how do you look like a fake and shoddy patchwork!
Qiu Feng's copying is not only similar to the extreme, but also to a considerable extent.
Park Chang-beom was stunned.
Tang Qingfeng kept looking at Qiu Feng, his eyes were shining, it was almost like staring at a national treasure, which made Qiu Feng's whole body hairy.
"Little friend, leave a contact information. The surrounding masters began to communicate with Qiu Feng.
If Qiu Feng can only do what Park Changfan does, although they can also look up to the young Qiu Feng, they will never turn it in. However, Qiu Feng has figured out the emotions and pen power of the owner of the calligraphy in a short period of time, and this ability is extremely rare!
"What, what's wrong?" the woman walked up behind Park Chang-beom, and a sense of unease rose in her heart.
Park Chang-bum turned around, his eyes were blank, and he said in despair: "I, I ......"
"You've lost!" Qiu Feng sneered, "The frog at the bottom of the well." ”
"Poof!" Park Chang Bum's heart was hit hard, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, looking sluggish.
The woman was shocked and hurriedly supported him: "Husband, husband, are you okay? Don't scare me." ”
"Take him to the hospital right away. The old man in brocade quickly made a phone call and went out.
"You're going to pay us for our medical bills, and for mental damages!" the woman screamed.
"No problem!" The old man glanced at her lightly, then looked at Qiu Feng, and smiled gently: "Xiaoyou, you can accept this card." ”
"Huh?" Qiu Feng was stunned.
The old man in brocade put a black card on the table, on which was painted a golden dragon, five claw toes, dragon eyes and vision, lifelike, like a living thing.
Thinking about it, this is the "special VIP card" in Tang Qingfeng's mouth.
"Accept it!" Tang Qingfeng was unceremonious, and smiled and took it and stuffed it into Qiu Feng's hand.
Qiu Feng did not shirk either, he won Park Changfan by copying, saved the face of these masters, and received merit and a clear conscience. Although this card is very rare in Tang Qingfeng's mouth, it is really chicken for Qiu Feng.
After leaving the Champion Building, Tang Qingfeng drove Qiu Feng back to the "Love is not" bank.
The scene has been cleared, the police have withdrawn, and the bank has closed its doors for repairs, and the branch should not be able to continue operating for a short time.
Qiu Feng returned to Bugatti.
I turned on my mobile phone and swiped the news, and sure enough, on the local news interface of Yangcheng, the headlines of major media were the robbers just now.
There is no doubt that if the final result is the death of the hostages, then at this moment, either the news is completely blocked, or Wei Xun is criticized and resigned.
As can be seen from the attached photos, the interviewees of the news are the leading groups of several provinces and the first and second leaders of the Yangcheng Bureau, and Du Yan was fortunate to sit in the most marginal position because he had direct contact with the bandits and dealt with the incident at the scene.
The overall content describes that the leaders held an emergency meeting, brainstormed, strategized, and won a decisive victory thousands of miles away, appointed Wei Xun as the commander in a timely and correct manner, and successfully contacted a retired soldier among the hostages......
To put it simply, it is a statement that is determined after a division of interests. minimizes the influence of Qiu Feng, the hero who really turned the tide.
Qiu Feng didn't care, the glory and aura he once had, most people might not even dare to imagine...... These cloud-like fame and fortune have long been downlooked.
He refused Du Yan's interview invitation in order to remove himself and prevent some people from noticing him too early.
Playing music, I went around and found another bank.
This time there was no whole moth, there was an extra 1.5 million in the bank account, Qiu Feng calmly held his mobile phone and clicked on the web page.
It's 520 tomorrow, what kind of movie will I go to see with Gu Ling'er first? Avengers Alliance 3 looks good.