Several old men stared at each other with wide eyes, and the crowd of onlookers also stretched their necks one by one, all wanting to see what this large string of "dizziness" was.

Sun Hao stood still in front of the temporarily moved desk, took a deep breath, then picked up the brush and dipped it in the freshly ground ink, and waved it on the pure white paper, and the two lines of big characters were presented in front of everyone's eyes.

After finishing writing, Sun Hao was about to put the brush down, and Xu Bowen hurriedly shouted: "Wait, drop the money below." ”

Sun Hao was stunned for a moment, then understood, smiled and wrote his name under this line of words, and marked the date, then put the brush on the pen holder and stepped aside.

As soon as he moved, several old men rushed over, and He Wentian, editor-in-chief of "Poetry Magazine", shook his head and read aloud: "Visit the West Lake, lift the tin pot, the tin pot drops the West Lake, and pity the tin pot;

"Good pair!" He Qiran's face was full of excitement, and he said loudly, "Although the word 'Yan' is a voice, the word 'smoke' is a flat sound, and 'Yunyan' and 'Yunyan' are just homophonies, not as homophonic as the 'West Lake' and 'tin pot' in the upper link, but it is already remarkable to be able to deal with it to this extent!"

"Yes!" 'Transform, wear, and fall' are all action verbs, and 'fainting' is an exclamation, which is very neat in this regard!" Cai Yonghe also said excitedly.

"Yes, in the past few hundred years, there have been many people who have tried to make the next link, such as, holding the jade cup, looking at the imperial stele, the jade cup is broken the imperial stele, and the jade cup is sad. Liu Hongbole said hehehe, "Obviously, Sun Hao's downlink, whether in terms of neatness or artistic conception, is better!"

Xu Bowen didn't say a word with a smile, his expression already said everything.

After several old men read it, He Wentian asked the staff to hold the word high so that the onlookers could also see it clearly.

"Turning into a cloud swallow, piercing the clouds and smoke, falling into the clouds and smoke, fainting the clouds and swallows!

"It can't be Wenqu Xing's mortality, right? No one has been able to match it for hundreds of years, and he will be right in a while!"

"Haha, you're so funny, how can there be any Wenqu stars?

"Hey, I just heard that old man call him Sun Hao, is he the Sun Hao who wrote two best-selling books?"

"Ahh

"I remember the last time I saw him on Beijing TV, it was at the centennial celebration party of Beijing University, there was an expert, yes, yes, it was him, saying that Sun Hao's calligraphy can rank among the top five in the country!"

"Ah! it was him!"

"Sun Hao, come and sign your name!"

"Sun Hao, my daughter likes you!

"Sun Hao......"

The crowd of onlookers talked more and more enthusiastically, and they all wanted to squeeze forward to talk to Sun Hao and ask for an autograph, but the scene became a mess in an instant.

The staff looked at it, oops, this is terrible, several old men are all respected big people, if they are accidentally squeezed out, things will be a big deal.

They hurriedly shouted "don't squeeze" while protecting several old men in the center and quickly transferred them to the duty room of the auditorium.

Sun Hao was also escorted and sent directly into the duty room, dressed in clean and tidy clothes, and was pulled left and right by the excited people, becoming wrinkled.

After entering the duty room, he hurriedly tidied up his clothes, and when he raised his head, he found that several old men were looking at him with a smile.

Sun Hao was taken aback, he reached out and touched his face, and asked, "My face wasn't scratched, was it?"

Several old men looked at each other, and suddenly they all burst out laughing.

"It's not that you've been scratched on your face, it's that you've grown flowers on your face. Cai Yonghe said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, look at the people outside, they can't wait to take you home and raise you. Liu Hongbo also echoed, his eyes full of appreciation.

As soon as Sun Hao heard this, he knew that they were ridiculing him, and he said with a bitter face: "A few old men, don't be funny, let's think about how to get out later." ”

He Qiran waved his hand with a smile, pointed to the word written by Sun Hao, and said calmly: "Don't worry about this, let's hide in this house, those people outside will retreat sooner or later, let's talk about the ownership of this pair first." ”

Xu Bowen immediately shouted, "Don't fight with me, when I asked Sun Hao to settle the payment, it was already decided, and this pair is mine!"

"Don't fight with me!" He Wentian grabbed the word tightly and said excitedly, "This poetry meeting is sponsored by our "Poetry Magazine" magazine, and Shanglian is also produced by us, and now Sun Hao is out, of course, it also belongs to our magazine!"

Cai Yonghe looked at He Wentian with disdain, and said, "You came out of the Shanglian, how do I remember that there was this Shanglian hundreds of years ago?"

He Qiran echoed with a smile: "That's it, that's it! Sun Hao is a student of our Beijing University, and this painting should belong to the school." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Sun Hao, "You said yes, classmate Sun Hao?"

Sun Hao has a headache, how can these old men be like children, and they are so energetic for a word.

At this time, Liu Hongbo, who had not spoken, also said with a smile: "What are you fighting for? Isn't Sun Hao here?

Everyone was waiting for this sentence, and when they heard it, they immediately cheered.

Everyone didn't dare to go out, for fear of being surrounded, so He Wentian hurriedly took out his mobile phone and called the staff outside.

After a short time, the two staff members moved the pen, ink, paper and inkstone over one by one.

Xu Bowen had already emptied the writing desk in the duty room, put all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in place, and waited for Sun Hao to put down the pen.

"A few old men, what words are you going to want?" Sun Hao asked after standing still in front of the writing desk.

"Well, I'm going to ask for this pair. Liu Hongbo said with a smile, "Whatever words others want, say it yourself." ”

Several other people saw that the painting was occupied by Liu Hongbo, and they were embarrassed to rob him, so they put forward their own requirements.

Sun Hao relied on his calligraphy skills and did not spend much energy, and quickly wrote the other four characters and paid for them.

Several old men got the words they wanted, and they were all so happy that they couldn't close their mouths, and they were even more satisfied with Sun Hao in their hearts.