Everyone ignored Zhang Can's praise of his song, which should only be in heaven. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After all, his talent still makes everyone forget about him a little, shameless.

"Now I've won. Zhang Can pointed to his poem meaningfully, and then pointed to the ancient painting hanging behind him.

"Young people, don't be anxious. Teacher Zhou just walked up to the stage with a smile, and beside him, there was an old man who was younger than him, but also looked like he was in his fifties.

After Mr. Zhou walked on stage, someone immediately moved a stool for him to sit down. It seems that this Teacher Zhou's legs and feet are a little inconvenient, but his status is not low.

Zhou Lao then spoke, "If you can win my words, then win Brother Chen's poems." We old guys, no one will stop you from getting this painting!"

"That's not good!" Zhang Can immediately refused, "It's all said to be a poetry meeting, how can you add a piece more than calligraphy?"

Old Zhou laughed when he heard this, "You are a descendant, when you used calligraphy to suppress others before, you didn't say this!"

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Zhang Can shook his head and said unmoved, "Then my previous poems are also better than theirs." ”

Zhou Lao just wanted to say something. At this time, a shout suddenly came out from the audience,

"Aren't you the best in the world? Are you still afraid of calligraphy?"

Everyone gathered here, and no one could tell who shouted it, but everyone was aroused.

"That's right, you're still afraid of this!"

"Come on Zhang Can, we support you!"

"Come on, great poet!"

I have to say that several poems have accumulated a lot of popularity for Zhang Can. Especially the people present, most of them are people with status, and they are all famous people in the literary and entertainment circles.

Zhang Can's status has been raised a lot.

"It's better than that!" Zhang Can shouted.

With so many people cheering you on, can you say no?

A bunch of people are watching here, and my girlfriend is still in front of me, can I lose this face?

No, I can't!

But what kind of calligraphy do I use now?

Zhang Can's mind is not blank, but "Sunny Stickers When the Snow is Fast", "Mid-Autumn Festival Stickers" and "Duobao Pagoda Tablet" are also mixed with several pictures of flowers and birds, surrounding his mind, turning and turning.

What exactly is it written in?

"Zhang Can, Zhang Can!" Zhou Laoshi couldn't help but shout.

"Huh?" Zhang Can finally freed himself from the pile of calligraphy. Only then did he react, rubbed his ears and said, "Old Zhou, you are really old and strong, and your voice is really loud enough." ”

"Hong Liang, what, this has been calling you for a long time!"

Zhou Lao frowned, and the leading cane knocked on the ground, thinking that it was to add a little aura to himself.

Lao Chen, who wrote poetry, stood there quietly all the time, without saying a word.

"Then let's start drawing lots?" Zhang Can asked.

"No, no, no," Zhou Lao shook his head with a smile, "We have to come up with something different." You're too high-tech, we old bones can't get used to it. ”

"Then what your old man likes is fighting grass, playing with cats, playing with crickets......" Zhang Can only thought about it in his mind for a while, but he didn't dare to say it.

"Lao Chen is good at doing the law of seven words, so this time we will decide how to do the seven words, only if you respect the elderly. Zhou Lao said with a smile.

Zhang Can "......"

I always feel that he has been pitted by an old man who wants to be respected.

"It's a pity that there is such a pot of flowering white begonias on this stage, and I haven't written poems before. Zhou Lao smiled and said, "Why don't you come to sing the white begonia today?"

"Either way. Zhang Can continued to nod, anyway, it's up to you.

"Little girl. Zhou Lao looked at Aina, who was still standing on the side, and said to her, "You say a word casually." Aina was about to go to the intersection when there was a small door, and she blurted out. Said the word "door".

"It's the rhyme of the word door, 'thirteen yuan'. Zhou Lao said, and instructed the little apprentice who followed him, handed over the rhyme box and took out a drawer of "thirteen yuan", and asked Mina and Aina to take it together, a total of four yuan.

The two little girls took a few pieces casually. Then stand in the middle.

Zhang Can walked over and saw that it was the words "basin", "soul", "trace" and "faint".

Zhou Lao sighed, "The words 'basin' and 'door' are not very easy to make!"

Zhou Lao and Chen Lao went to the side to discuss.

Only Zhang Can was left.

"Can you understand?"

"Totally incomprehensible. ”

"You young children, you don't know Shiyun anymore!"

"Shiyun? What the hell is that door just now?"

"I'm too lazy to tell you. ”

"You don't know. ”

In the noise of everyone, Zhang Can laid out the paper and was ready to write.

"Zhang Can has already started writing, does he understand?"

"How can you not understand so many poems!"

"Go over and see what's written. ”

"How ...... this?"

Zhang Can didn't speak, he seemed confident, and his pen kept writing.

A bunch of onlookers who came to watch Zhang Can write poems are now all confused.

He wrote...... Is it a kanji?

How can I not understand it at all.

It's not cursive, it's not just messy writing.

However, every word seems to have never been seen!

"How do I think this is Zhang Can's own creation. ”

"You dream, it's a stake to be able to create your own font, what's the use of creating your own words, and others can't understand it. ”

"Maybe Zhang Can wants to win by surprise?"

"What the hell is so good that you can write a bunch of things you don't understand?"

"That's right."

While speaking, the cooperation between Zhou Lao and Chen Lao is not slow, and the strong alliance has been written.

As soon as I picked it up, it caused a wave of praise.

"Zhou Lao's words are still so strong. ”

"Zhou Lao's cursive writing has always been unspoken. ”

"Then let's not comment, let's take a look at the poem first. ”

"The white fragrance of the day is now a nine-fold door, and the flower corridor is full of pots. Quietly the placket is dyed with fragrant dust, and there is no trace of incense.

The red candle of the green tent is leading, and the dream fairy is passing away. However, the years do not treat others, and worries are faint step by step. ”