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Because of the director's personal visit, there were many leaders in the activity room, and the staff who presided over the venue also seemed more restrained, and announced the rules with a smile: "Leaders, colleagues, good morning, Ruixue Zhaofeng year, CCTV also ushered in this year's staff calligraphy competition, this time the prize is very rich, the first place is a laptop, the second place is a mobile phone, the third place is 500 yuan phone bill, please leave your ink treasure in front of a few tables." ”

But they did not move.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and finally they all look at the director.

"Director, come first."

"Yes, Director, please."

"I knew that the director also participated, but I didn't participate, my words definitely can't be compared with the director, and it's better not to show this eye."

When the director heard this, he smiled politely and politely, "You guys come first." ”

The director of CCTV No. 2 said with a smile: "If you don't write it first, others probably won't dare to write it." ”

The director saw that no one went up, so he had to smile, "Okay, then I'll be ugly first, I can be regarded as throwing bricks and leading the jade, and it depends on you later." As he spoke, the director walked to the front of one of the desks closest to him, first took a towel and cleaned his hands, then picked up the brush, dipped it in the ink that had been studied next to it, and was a little nervous, and the pen had fallen on the rice paper.

Dragon Flying Phoenix Dance!

It's written in cursive!

A lot of people have already applauded it.

"Good!"

"Awesome!"

"Good words, good words!"

"It's still the head of the station who has a deep foundation!"

Most of the people in the station know that the director of the station writes well. In a place in the work area on the CCTV tower, there is still a picture of the station director, and everyone knows that the station director prefers cursive. So everyone was not surprised, and they slapped their ass.

Zhang Ye was also a little curious when he saw this, he knew that cursive was the most difficult to write, and he was generally not a person with deep knowledge in calligraphy, and he was often not good at writing cursive, so he also raised his head and took a look. Then he was slightly stunned, didn't say anything, and went back the same way silently.

Haziqi looked at him. "What's wrong, Director Zhang?"

"Nothing." Zhang Ye said calmly.

This cursive script is a bit unacceptable, I can't say it's not good-looking, but it's definitely not good-looking, but think about it. He is a calligraphy enthusiast. It's already very good to write like this, and it's impossible to ask people for the standards of professional calligraphers.

The words are finished.

It's simple – it's quiet and far-reaching.

Everyone applauded!

The director put down his pen, smiled and waved his hand, "Regression, regression." ”

Jiang Yuan smiled: "If you still call it regression, then you won't be able to read other people's words." ”

Xu Yipeng said boldly: "Director, I dare to represent our "Dancing" column group, please this ink treasure." I wonder if it's an honor? ”

A person in charge of CCTV No. 3 also rushed to say: "Director, send us!" ”

"Director!"

A lot of people ask for this ink treasure.

The director laughed. After glancing at a few people, he still pointed at Xu Yipeng, "Since Xiao Xu said it first, let's give it to him." ”

The men were remorseful.

Xu Yipeng, Chen Ye and others couldn't help but be overjoyed, "Thank you, Director." He turned his head and instructed one of his subordinates, "When the time comes, go back and watch it and hang it in our office area!" ”

The director's gesture of sending words made Yan Tianfei and the people of Channel 14 look a little strange.

Said first, so send it first? That's a reason, too, but is it possible to express another attitude? But no matter what, everyone present can see that the director and the station are very fond of Xu Yipeng, Chen Ye and the "Dancing" column group, and this love is so great that even a blind person can see it.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but glance at Yan Tianfei.

Many people also looked at Zhang Ye's face.

Zhang Ye had an indifferent expression on his face, and he didn't seem to be affected in any way.

There were still people coming outside, and at this time, Chen Huo, the director of CCTV 11, and a deputy director arrived, and when they saw Zhang Ye near the door, their faces were not very good. To be precise, they were the first people in contact with Zhang Ye in the entire CCTV, at the beginning of the cross talk sketch competition, Zhang Ye was their contestant, and as a result, various accidents occurred frequently in a cross talk competition, which made Zhang Ye and Yao Jiancai two people lose their lives, you know, the director of CCTV is a member of the party group of radio and television, this is a treatment that other TV stations will not have, and it is also the reason for CCTV's special status in the industry, but even so, the cross talk sketch contest was forcibly ordered to stop broadcasting by radio and television, You can imagine how much turmoil it caused at the beginning. So for Zhang Ye, Chen Huo and the others naturally won't have a good impression.

In CCTV, there are too many people who don't like Zhang Ye!

"Who's next?"

"Together, right?"

"Then write each other, shall we?"

"Hehe, you're welcome, write it!"

There are three desks, and everyone slowly surrounds them, humbly, and from time to time someone goes up to leave pen and ink, and then the person next to him praises a few words, and then replaces the next person.

Yan Tianfei went, and he wrote one word-Yong! Yan Tianfei is written in regular letters, the characters are very large, and the rice paper that occupies a foot up and down, his characters are the same as his people, with sharp edges and corners, and the turns of the strokes are also quite stiff, but they also have a unique style.

Jiang Yuan also went to join in the fun, he wrote it as if it was regular script, but it was a bit like a line book, and the usage of a few strokes was still the kind of stroke style in cursive, a bit different, the level was very poor, Xu Yipeng Chen Ye and many people next to him were still touting Jiang Yuan and praising it for a long time. But in Zhang Ye's opinion, it is very ridiculous, Jiang Yuan's words can't be seen by laymen, how can he not see it?

With the encouragement of her boyfriend Tong Fu, Huang Dandan of their 14th channel also went up, Huang Dandan's words were unexpectedly good, she wrote a seven-word poem by a great poet in ancient this world, the words are very beautiful and soft, which makes Zhang Ye shine.

Zhang Zuo looked at Tong Fu, "Your girlfriend's handwriting is so good?" ”

Tong Fu hurriedly coughed: "What a girlfriend." It's all friends, friends. ”

In fact, everyone knows that they are lovers, but office love may be more taboo. So they rarely admit it.

One after another, most of the entries have been written.

"Director Xu."

"Are you coming too?"

"Let's learn to learn!"

I only listened to the people in the "Dancing" column group coaxed a few times, the ratings were imminent, they were extremely confident, they were in a good mood and talked more, and now in the entire CCTV system, their column group has the highest ratings. The investment is the largest, the leaders expect the most, and they naturally have proud capital. Other groups of columns with bad ratings. Usually it doesn't be so public.

Xu Yipeng smiled, "Then I'll be ugly!" ”

Advance.

Pen.

Falling words.

As soon as I moved my pen, it turned out to be "Qinyuan Spring-Mei".

Qinyuan Spring is not a spring in the garden called Qin, but a brand name. It's like the title of the song or something. In ancient times, it was a fixed word card format, and others just filled in the words. Just like the "Water Tune Song Head" written by Zhang Ye at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Competition, the word card "Qinyuan Spring" also has this name in this world, and these established histories have not changed.

Of course, the poem written by Xu Yipeng is not original to him, and he does not have the ability to do so, this poem "Qinyuan Spring-Plum" was written by a lyricist who was not very famous in ancient times. It's not very famous, so not many people have seen it. Different from Zhang Ye's world, there are not many famous works in this world "Qinyuan Spring", among the hundreds of word cards in ancient times, "Qin Yuan Chun" belongs to the least well-known batch, and there are few excellent works, but anyone who is not a professional researcher may not know that there is such a word card as "Qin Yuan Chun". "Qinyuan Spring-Plum" may still be a relatively famous one, because there is an allusion in history that mentions it.

Xu Yipeng splashed ink with a pen.

The people next to me kept applauding!

"Good word!"

"Director Xu's writing is really good!"

"What a "Qinyuan Spring-Plum"!"

The words are very long, Xu Yipeng was engrossed in writing for a long time, it may be the reason why the leaders are there, it may be the reason why the director just sent the words made him more excited, he also wanted to show it, and when he wrote it, there was a faint sweat oozing out of his head - of course, it was also that the heating in the house was too hot.

"The words are good, and the words are good!"

"I know this song, it's not very well-known, but I like it very much, if it weren't for the fact that the person who wrote the lyrics was not famous, this song would definitely be more famous!"

"I like it too!"

"It's the first time I've seen this song, it's so good!"

"Is it okay, every time the staff calligraphy competition, as long as Director Xu participates, he will definitely be able to win the top three!"

Write it.

Xu Yipeng said to everyone: "I smiled." ”

Everyone also applauded.

Even Huang Dandan subconsciously clapped her hands, even if she thought her words were good, there was still a big gap compared to Xu Yipeng's self-knowledge, especially the choice of this poem. However, when he thought that the other party was a competitor, Huang Dandan hurriedly put down his hand and stopped applauding.

Zhang Ye was also stunned, he was surprised that Xu Yipeng still had such a good hand, maybe he didn't look at everyone's pen and ink, but among the people he just saw, Xu Yipeng's words should be the best one.

The director walked over, looked down for a long time, and nodded heavily, "Good words!" ”

Xu Yipeng said modestly: "It's not as good as yours." ”

The director shook his head and smiled: "It's much better than me, I've seen you write a few years ago, your calligraphy skills, among amateur calligraphy lovers, should be the best batch!" ”

Jiang Yuan added, "It's on par with the professional!" ”

Read between the lines?

Professional?

Someone looked at Zhang Ye.

Ha Qiqi hesitated a little, and quietly asked Zhang Ye: "Director Zhang, Xu Yipeng's handwriting seems to be really good, you ......" She doesn't know calligraphy, so she doesn't know much about it.

Zhang Zuotong is rich and they don't know what words are good and what words are bad, and the director of the station is very respectful of Xu Yipeng's words, and they are also a little unconfident.

Zhang Ye smiled after hearing this, "It's good." ”

Xiao Wang said: "What about your words? How about comparing to him? ”

Compare with him?

Compared with Xu Yipeng?

Zhang Ye didn't speak, because he really didn't know how to answer, because he thought that answering this question itself made him feel a little cheap! (To be continued.) )