The sudden prompt of the system did not disturb Meng Fanzhu, although he had the urge to study these contents, but now was not the time, his mind flashed like lightning, and he restrained his curiosity and desire to explore.

Meng Fanzhu didn't pause, turned off the prompt box with his mind, and devoted himself to writing. The thin brush was as light as heavy in his hand, and with each stroke, there was an extra ink on the white rice paper with an iron drawing and a silver hook, and the paper as light as a feather seemed to have a weight like a thousand pounds in an instant.

Soon, Meng Fanzhu finished writing the first line of the poem, the female calligrapher walked to Meng Fanzhu's back, and the male members around her were very gentlemanly to give her a way and keep a certain polite distance, they are all elites in the literary and artistic circles, and in the face of beautiful women, it is necessary to show their demeanor, especially a few male members who have not yet married their daughters-in-law, and they are even more diligent like flower messengers to escort female calligraphers. They knew that although this female calligrapher was over thirty years old, Yun Ying was unmarried, and they might have a chance.

The beautiful voice sounded, the title was read, and the voice of the female calligrapher was as sweet as honey and soft, and this charming voice suddenly added a little color to the poem.

Her original intention was to let all the people who paid attention to the scene know the content of the poem for the first time, and the purpose was indeed achieved. There is also the added effect of attracting the last few pretentious, disdainful male members who are hanging outside. This is good, with Meng Fanzhu's handwriting desk as the center, inside is a small circle composed of several directors, female calligraphers, and Fei Lao, and the outside is a large circle of no less than five layers surrounded by many male members, and everyone in the big circle stretched their necks and tried to look inside.

Meng Fanzhu finished a poem, and the female calligrapher opened her mouth to read a poem, and the two cooperated very tacitly.

I want to fly to the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun, the world is waiting for me to change. ’

The first line of the poem was read, and the flying sky was side by side with the sun, and the young man's passionate feelings came to his face.

"This is the pony who thinks the road is narrow at first glance, and the eagle spreads its wings and hates the sky!"

"How do I feel a little excited!"

"Be quiet, listen carefully!"

The whispering of one person is very small, and the whispering of dozens of people will cause a loud 'buzzing' sound like the flapping of the wings of a bee.

"Cut! It's written so big at the beginning, how do I see how you pick it up later?" Chu Jinrong's mouth sneered.

Ouyang Zhonghui hugged his shoulders, his face expressionless, but the mockery in his eyes was exposed, "In a hurry, I see how you can be brilliant!"

Meng Fanzhu had no distractions, still immersed himself in writing, the speed and consumption of righteousness became faster and faster with the appearance of fonts one by one, and the layer of white fluorescence gradually spread along the handwriting to the entire rice paper.

'I am never afraid of being seen by others, and I can make it happen here. Laugh out loud, let you and I stand side by side, where can there be infinite joy. Putting aside my worries and striding forward, I stood in the middle of the stage. ’

"That's right! Compared with the sky, the sun and the world, what is broader is the human heart!"

"Good reception, I was worried about it just now!"

"This Xiao Meng is amazing, Wen Si is quick, I think I'm about to catch up with Cao Zhi!"

Ouyang Zhonghui was stunned, Chu Jinrong was stunned, this young man's mind was so broad. That's right, this hall is his stage, and he's now standing in the middle of the stage in front of everyone.

The female calligrapher's voice was so infected that she couldn't help but be excited and choked up with a hint of wanting to cry, and dozens of middle-aged members were deeply touched. The tempering of the years and the erosion of wind and frost have extinguished the surging passion of youth, and at this moment, Meng Fanzhu's pen seems to touch those memories that have been dusted for many years, what a youthful and splendid era.

'I believe that I am who I am, I believe in tomorrow, and I believe that youth has no horizon. On the seaside at sunset and on the lively street, it is the most beautiful paradise in my heart. ’

Do you just believe it! Everyone is brought into the artistic conception of poetry, what is their most beautiful paradise?

I believe in freedom, I believe in hope, I believe in reaching out to the sky. ’

At this moment, everyone's heartstrings were plucked, and the tremor that penetrated deep into the heart resonated with the poem and resounded in their minds.

'With you by my side, life is fresher, and every moment is wonderful. ’

There was silence, only the echo of the beautiful voice of the senior sister echoed in the hall, and it did not disperse for a long time.

There is no commotion, no cheers, after the softest part of the heart is touched, everyone is thinking about their own him or her, whether it is parents and family, lovers, lovers, best friends, or comrades-in-arms. Everyone's heart is different, but everyone's mood is the same.

The emotions in the field were accumulating, and when they were about to reach the peak and made people feel depressed, a round of applause rang out, and then like ripples spreading, the audience burst into warm applause. The rekindled passion in his heart also exploded, and the voices of praise, praise, and inquiry came like a tide, instantly drowning Meng Fanzhu.

Xu Guangzhou, who was on the side, pointed at Zhang Likun, who was full of pride, jealously, his fingers trembled, and he said urgently, "I want this painting, you are not allowed to rob me!"

Zhang Likun laughed when he heard this: "This is my disciple's on-site creation, how can I give it to you!"

Xu Guangzhou didn't expect Zhang Likun to agree, so he turned around and threw himself at the case, but he pounced. I was shocked to see that Fei Lao had already used a paper towel to absorb the undried water on the work, folded it twice, took out a brown paper file bag from his arms, put Meng Fanzhu's poems into it, and put the file bag into his arms, and patted it with satisfaction, with a happy expression of having everything in his hands. Especially like in "Ice Age", Slater grabbed the most important acorn in his life as he wished.

In the face of this situation, no one can do anything to hide Zhang Likun's distress and Xu Guangzhou to discuss how to distribute it with Fei Lao.

Zhao Ruji rescued Meng Fanzhu from the siege of the enthusiastic members, took him to the office, and the female calligrapher also followed, she was specially found by Zhao Ruji to help Meng Fanzhu go through the membership procedures.

On the way, Meng Fanzhu sincerely thanked this kind and beautiful senior sister for her support, and only after chatting did she know that her senior sister's name was Han Qingqing, and she was actually a disciple of Fei Lao. At present, he has opened a calligraphy and painting studio in BJ, and his main business is to exhibit calligraphy and painting and sell calligraphy and painting works. This time, I came back to participate in the association's summer pen meeting, and I also wanted to take the opportunity to collect some famous works and bring them to the calligraphy and painting studio for exhibition.

A bunch of application forms and application forms, if it weren't for the companionship and guidance of his senior sister, Meng Fanzhu would definitely be depressed, and the procedure for handing in his works would be exempted, and there were two paintings hanging in the hall.

Half an hour later, all the materials were completed, and it was time for the joint signature of the council members, and in fact, at this point, Meng Fanzhu officially joined the Long Province Calligraphers Association and became the youngest calligrapher in the history of New China.

(End of this chapter, read the next chapter)