No matter how long a modern poem is, there is a time when it is finished, not to mention Meng Fanzhu's writing speed is very fast. It seems that there is no need to think about brushing a little bit, each stroke is decisive and accurate, but the person next to him is sweating for him.

"Child, you slow down, if you make a mistake, this work will not be perfect!" The calligrapher wearing reading glasses couldn't wait to hold Meng Fanzhu's hand, there was time, why are you in a hurry!

Other calligraphers who care about Meng Fanzhu or appreciate this teenager are also nervous for Meng Fanzhu, just like the old driver sitting in the co-pilot position next to the new driver, although the speed is not fast, but when encountering pedestrians or other cars, the old driver will always unconsciously step forward, as if there is a brake there.

So when Meng Fanzhu put down the last word like a cloud, the people around him took a long breath, and watched Meng Fanzhu stamp it, the old calligrapher quickly squeezed over, and as soon as his butt arched, he squeezed Meng Fanzhu to the side. Looking at the work in front of me with satisfaction, I admired it while reading it, "What a poem, a rare inspirational poem in modern poetry!"

Zhang Likun was relieved and patted Meng Fanzhu's shoulder, the two of you, no, the master and apprentice looked at each other and smiled.

Xu Guangzhou had already stared at Zhang Ye's face with burning eyes, and it seemed that he was thinking about how to snatch Meng Fanzhu under his door.

Chu Jinrong, who was squeezed over from outside, looked at Zhang Ye with a look in shock, and couldn't figure out how this annoying kid could be so big at such a young age! The first place in regular script, the creation of modern poems on the spot, and the font used by him had never seen before, and he was not yet twenty years old. Thinking that he was about to run for four, his heart was decadent for a while, and he couldn't help but give birth to the thoughts of Meng Fanzhu and Chu Jinrong.

After reading this poem, Ouyang Zhonghui's face turned white at first, and then turned iron-blue. He felt that Zhang Likun must have told Meng Fanzhu about the events of the year, and this poem was written by a master before, just to humiliate himself today, saying that he has a bad character, and the old man will swear to you that he will not give up!

I have to say that there are some people you can't communicate with, no matter what you do, they will taste bad in their eyes with colored glasses, especially if these people suffer from persecution paranoia again, they will basically be hopeless.

There were many people outside who couldn't see clearly, and they were all squeezing in. Zhao Ruji saw that this posture was not good, and one by one he was in a hurry like the aunt who was grabbing the discounted vegetables in the vegetable market, and hurriedly took Meng Fanzhu's poems from the old calligrapher, and said apologetically: "Fei Lao, I will hang this work, so that it is convenient for everyone to see." Then he handed it to the staff behind him.

The crowd followed the staff to the blank display shelf, and when the works were hung, the calligraphers from near and far saw the words and poems clearly, and looked at each other in twos and threes, their eyes full of surprise and consternation!

I haven't seen a font! I haven't read a poem!

Xu Xiangdong, the most taciturn director, couldn't help but praise: "Good words, good poems!" Just now he had been standing behind, just carefully saw Meng Fanzhu's works, for him who cherishes words like gold, these four words are rare good evaluations.

With Xu Xiangdong's evaluation at the bottom, some middle-aged calligraphers also began to admire, before they couldn't figure out what the situation of this word was, people's first thought of unknown things is to keep silent first, to see what others say, especially what authoritative figures say!

"This word is very powerful!"

"This poem is even better, it is written for our young calligraphers!" said the recitation full of emotion; "If the talent is not recognized...... "make a disgusting appearance of being full of wealth but repeatedly trying to get ahead, and the people around him are all black lines in their heads, and quietly move away from him.

At this time, Zhao Ruji opened his mouth and said to everyone: "I haven't seen this font and poem, I'll ask Meng Fanzhu's teacher for everyone." Lao Zhang, you can solve everyone's doubts. ”

Zhang Likun didn't expect Zhao Ruji to suddenly push himself to the cusp, he couldn't help coughing dryly, stabbed Meng Fanzhu with his arm, and then said: "It's better for the apprentice to say, these are all created by him, and he has the most right to speak!"

As soon as Zhang Likun's words came out, the scene was silent, many people originally thought that the font was the result of Zhang Likun's research for half a lifetime, but now it looks like this teenager's original, which is a bit scary.

Meng Fanzhu smiled and made a circle: "Elder uncles, senior brothers and sisters, this font is what I got in my dream, during that time I practiced calligraphy into the devil, writing for about 20 hours a day, I always felt that something was going to burst out in my body, this situation tortured me not to sleep well, not to eat well, until more than a month, my parents were going to forcibly take me to the hospital for examination that night, I dreamed of the ancestor Mencius in my dream, comprehended this font, and woke up and recovered together. Today is the first time I've written this kind of writing in public. "There must be a mysterious reason to explain the appearance of Mengti, and if it is true, it will definitely be sliced and studied.

"Ahh

The old calligrapher with the glasses asked anxiously, "Then what kind of font is this?"

"Meng Ti!" Meng Fanzhu replied categorically.

There was silence again.

"Arrogant! Huangkou Xiao'er Yangan uses his own surname to name the calligraphy font without authorization, and he doesn't know how thick the sky is!" Ouyang Zhonghui seems to have to be angry, but his heart is secretly cool, but let me find a chance, your kid is dead!

Many people around were affected by these words, and their eyes were a little unkind when they looked at Meng Fanzhu. A diligent and studious clever boy is what everyone likes, but a concubine who is humble on the surface and arrogant in his heart is annoying.

"The ancestors entrusted in their dreams, let the disciples carry forward the Mengti calligraphy, and dare not disobey. Besides, the kid is only eighteen years old, how can He De create this font, everything is providential. Meng Fanzhu saluted Ouyang Zhonghui and said slowly.

Meng Fanzhu's neither humble nor arrogant sounded grotesque, but the explanation that could be understood made the people who had a bad feeling before turn their minds, yes, how did a teenager create such an ancient and majestic font, even if he was precocious, it was impossible to get it from his ancestors in his dream, and he was ordered to pass it on. Besides, if your ancestors didn't give you a dream, you just say that this thing doesn't exist, and even insult other people's ancestors. What's more, it was the sub-saint Mencius, who was disrespectful to the saint in China, and was no different from the beast. There are always such and such strange things in the world, which cannot be explained by science, and how can Western science, which has only developed for a hundred years, be able to say that it is clear and clear that we have only developed in the Tang and Tang dynasties and China for thousands of years!

It has to be said that calligraphers are all fans of some traditional cultures, and even many of them are staunch supporters of Greater China. They are proud to be Chinese descendants, they fight for the inheritance of Chinese culture, and they are all pure and lovely people.

"What about this poem?" The female calligrapher couldn't see a child being questioned by everyone, and took the opportunity to change the subject.

Meng Fanzhu smiled at her and replied respectfully, "Senior sister, this is a poem I created temporarily, and Uncle Ouyang didn't like the kid at first, so he wrote it out of his feelings." ”

The words suddenly made Ouyang Zhonghui a little unable to get off the stage. There was also a chatter all around. After Meng Ti appeared, this young man came to the scene to create again! The calligraphers who heard Xu Guangzhou's words in the inner circle just now were better, but most people in the outer circle had just learned about it, and they immediately talked about it.

Zhang Likun stood up and patted Meng Fanzhu on the back of the head dotingly: "Nonsense, I used to write poems and Mingzhi, and I just wrote it myself, but today your Uncle Ouyang just forgot that you were participating in the competition for a while, how can it be neither big nor small, quickly apologize to Uncle Ouyang!" Who said that honest people don't know how to use means!

Zhang Likun's words dispelled many people's doubts, other children's poems used to be the same as eating and sleeping, but today the scene was stimulated, and it was not a big deal to make a poem. Everyone looked at Meng Fanzhu, who was covering the back of his head, and apologized to Ouyang Zhonghui, and they all laughed, this is the normal behavior that young people should have, they are always so demonic, then they have lived to dogs at the age of these people!

Ouyang Zhonghui smiled awkwardly, and there was no way to continue to find fault, after all, he had to take care of some face because of his identity.

"I don't believe it! Unless you make another song on the spot, you can convince me. A slightly sharp voice appeared, needless to say, of course, it was Chu Jinrong who wanted to discredit Meng Fanzhu after the decadence. Ouyang Zhonghui was relieved when he heard this, and his apprentice had finally recovered his IQ.

Chu Jinrong's words made Zhao Ruji, who had always been happy, frown, and felt more and more that the character of the master and apprentice was low, and he had the idea of replacing the members of the council in his heart, after all, the Provincial Calligraphy Association represented the face of the calligraphy industry in Long Province, and the villain could not be allowed to steal a high position.

Meng Fanzhu said confidently: "Senior Brother Chu, according to what you said, who will solve the question?"

"It's up to the elders to make the question, and Uncle Zhang needs to avoid suspicion. Chu Jinrong also let go at this time, anyway, he was embarrassed today, and he was thrown home, and the jar was broken.

This seems to be a test, but it is also an opportunity, an opportunity to show in front of the calligraphers of the province, who have always been criticized by the literati: they can only write, but they cannot write. The appearance of Meng Fanzhu made everyone on the scene feel inspired, and if he successfully passed this difficulty, it would be of great help to Meng Fanzhu to consolidate his position in the Calligraphers Association.

Zhang Likun saw Meng Fanzhu, who was confident, smiled and walked to the side, and also pulled the angry Xu Guangzhou away.

Zhao Ruji, as always, said happily to Ouyang Zhonghui and Xu Xiangdong: "Then let's come up with a question for the three of us." ”

Xu Xiangdong glanced at the pair of masters and apprentices opposite with disdain, shook his head, snorted and said, "Don't let the child suffer." After speaking, he walked towards Zhang Likun, so that he would not embarrass a teenager.

Ouyang Zhonghui coughed embarrassedly: "Then Lao Zhao and I are left, let's meet everyone's requirements" This shameless person also seemed to realize that his master and apprentice were too low today, and tried to kidnap the public.

Zhao Rujile said: "It's good that Director Ouyang is satisfied, many of today's disputes are due to age, I think it's just a theme for young people, let Meng Fanzhu improvise a poem, Director Ouyang, you won't object." "The last few words bite hard.

Ou Yang Zhonghui couldn't hear Zhao Ruji's dissatisfaction, he thought about it briefly, and felt that this question was very broad, and Chu Jinrong made a request abruptly, and it was impossible to prepare in advance, so he nodded and agreed.

The scene was silent, and everyone looked at the young man who was thinking with his head down.

(End of this chapter, read the next chapter)