"What's next?"

"But it's the same, right?"

"Yes, no matter how much poetry it is, it doesn't make sense. ”

"Otherwise, change the rules and compare them to the other. ”

"Master Zhou, don't always be poetry, this is too beneficial to the other party, we are engaged in calligraphy, how can we compare to a literary person in literature and poetry?"

"That's right, change the subject. ”

"As long as it's not poetry, everything else is fine. ”

"Yes, it's not like poetry, anything can be, he definitely doesn't play. ”

The literary skills of the young man in sunglasses, everyone is convinced, but this is a calligraphy competition, so everyone is really not convinced, and many calligraphers have lost face and have raised disputes.

Master Zhou said with a smile: "If you compare, continue to draw lots, and the topics in the box are not only for writing poems and lyrics, but also for other topics." ”

"Good. ”

"Come on, then. ”

And they were more energetic than the young man.

Master Zhou said: "In this way, rest for two minutes first, and then start." ”

Everyone has no opinions, those who drink water drink water, and those who are hungry eat a piece of snack.

Zhang Ye went to the toilet, walked into the antique restaurant and turned a corner, and entered the men's bathroom, and there was also a person behind him, who seemed to be a disciple of Master Wei and a member of Master Wei's team.

"Wait. Chen Mo stopped him.

Zhang Ye turned around, "Friend, what's wrong?"

Chen Mo looked at him and said, "Have you passed today?"

Zhang Ye smiled: "What does this mean?

"Today is Master Wei's birthday, is it interesting that you are tossing so much? You are also a person in the circle, don't you understand the truth of respecting the teacher?" Chen Mo's tone was not very polite.

Zhang Ye listened to the music, "I'm sorry, I'm really not a person in your circle, I know how to respect teachers, but my teacher is not Master Wei, it's Principal Wu, and my Tao is not calligraphy, so don't put that set on me." ”

Still knocking me on?

Oh, how old are you!

Chen Mo taught him: "Leave three points of leeway in everything, and we will see each other in the future." ”

Zhang Ye said: "You guys just now a group of people bullied Principal Wu, a female streamer, why didn't you talk about leaving three points of leeway?

Chen Mo said with his head on his head: "After all, Principal Wu is not completely in the calligraphy world, everyone here has a better relationship with Master Wei, and it is the old man's birthday, so he naturally went to Master Wei's side when he chose the team, how can he talk about bullying? It's just a small competition, add a little fun, no one will care about these, I believe that Principal Wu doesn't have such a small amount of energy, but you, made this competition tasteless!"

Zhang Ye was amused by his theory, and said: "You guys are really funny, a group of people bullied Principal Wu to win the lottery, you say that this is an ordinary game and don't have to take it seriously, don't mention bullying more and less, just say it's fun, oh, now we lose, and say that we have to respect the teacher and leave room for it, saying that we don't know how to respect, how can you be right in co-authoring?

Chen Mo's eyes were cold, "You are distorting me!"

"But that's what you mean in your bones!" Zhang Ye said: "I'm sorry, the seniority ranking doesn't work for me! I was invited by Principal Wu, I came to celebrate Principal Wu's birthday, what other people think of me, it has nothing to do with me, I have a number of how to do it, don't bother you to set a route for me." After that, he went to the toilet by himself and ignored him anymore.

Chen Mo was also angry, he didn't know how to lift up, and turned his head and left.

In fact, in this competition, Zhang Ye, who wins or loses, doesn't particularly value it, he only values Wu Zeqing's attitude, others bully Lao Wu, making Lao Wu's face ugly, Zhang Ye can't bear it, so he stands up to help, it's as simple as that, now that he has won the lottery and raised his face to Principal Wu, Zhang Ye doesn't care, if he loses a game, he loses a game, and his mind is not in the calligraphy world, and winning or losing has no impact on him. But now, someone actually came to him to theorize, and beat and threatened himself?

This guy is a notoriously bastard!

It's good that you don't say it, now, buddy, I have to win!

I sue you, don't even think about taking it down! I'm still afraid of your threat?

……

Backyard.

The next game is on.

When it was time to draw lots, Chen Mo took a step forward, "Teacher, I'll catch it." ”

Master Wei nodded with a smile and said kindly, "Okay, Xiao Mo, you can go." ”

Master Wei has never made a move, maybe he didn't plan to compete in person from the beginning, as a master in the calligraphy world, he is not good-looking when he wins, he is bullying juniors, and it is even worse if he loses.

Zhang Ye asked, "Who is this person?"

Wu Zeqing looked at the thirty-year-old man who grabbed the lot, "Master Wei's disciple, I don't know what it's called, I don't know it." What's wrong? So interested in him?"

Zhang Ye shrugged his shoulders and said, "Just now in the bathroom, he came over and beat me a few words without a head, asking me to respect the teacher and respect the old and love the young, which means that I have done it." ”

Wu Zeqing said gently: "Are you ready to let this happen?"

"Of course it can't be!" Zhang Ye said: "I'm not the 38th Red Flag Bearer! The more he says that, the more I have to win! Since I won, let's win to the end!"

Chen Mo grasped it.

The problem caused an uproar!

Master Zhou was also stunned for a moment, and announced: "No need to catch the second lot, the topic of the next game - couplet, according to the previous rules, negotiated by both parties, one person out of the upper link, the other person on the lower link, if you answer the next link, the other party loses, if you can't answer the next link, the other party wins, of course, it is not absolute, even if the answer comes up, it depends on the strength of calligraphy, how to evaluate the winner, I will make a judgment, because of the particularity of the couplet, the game time is extended to ten minutes, okay, now you two to see who is out of the couplet." ”

Couplet?

It turned out to be a couplet!

Couplets and calligraphy are inseparable, but there are relatively few such topics, and few people have drawn them in previous years.

"Haha, there's a good show now!"

"It's a new question!"

"As long as it's not poetry, there's no hope for the youth!"

"Xiao Mo's luck is not bad, this one has finally been won!"

"Teacher Su, this is your field, no one is more suitable for the battle than you, your attainments in the couplet may be ranked in the top ten in China, and there are few people who can compare to you. ”

"Teacher Su, it's up to you. ”

"You can't let Xiao Wu win all the time, our old guy's face is gone!!"

Chen Mo also smiled, glanced at Zhang Ye over there, and said in his heart, "Are you still talking nonsense with me?"

Suna's dad walked out, "Okay, I'll come!"

Master Zhou also shook his head, knowing that there was no suspense, Lao Su made a move, and there were very few people who could beat him in the field of couplets, unless there were a few perverts.

But what made everyone a little strange was that Zhang Ye on the other side didn't react at all, and still sat so calmly, taking a sip of wine from time to time.

Master Wei smiled and said, "Xiao Wu, are you fighting?"

Wu Zeqing also smiled after seeing the title, "You don't need me." ”

Zhang Ye had already stood up, "Uncle Su, who is the problem?"

Dad Su was very angry and waved his hand, "Young man, come up with the question, hehe." ”

"Okay, then you're welcome. Zhang Ye walked to the front of the desk.

The most wonderful expression is to say that it is Suna, the moment she saw the title of the lottery, Suna almost fainted, and after seeing the posture and expression of everyone in Master Wei's team, Suna couldn't cry or laugh, you really think you won steadily? You know a fart!

This is Zhang Ye!

Poetry and songs, couplet articles, novels, speeches, no way without him!

Especially the attainments on the couplet, Mr. Zhang Ye belongs to the pervert-level!

Suna can't help but think of the scene of the Beijing Couplet Competition, every time there is a champion in the local couplet competition, but the champion is not the same as the champion, the gold content is different, the other champions are all competing with other players, and they barely won the championship with a slight advantage, but what about Zhang Ye?

What causes it?

It's the reason why the difference in strength levels is too big!

Suna knew that her father was good at couplets and was also a master of this way, but even so, she understood that her father might be able to win 10,000 out of 10,000, but he would definitely not be able to win against Zhang Ye!

"Dad!" Suna said busily.

Dad Su looked not far away, "Huh?"

Suna hurriedly glanced and shook her hand, meaning not to let him go.

Dad Su didn't understand, nodded with a smile, and thought his daughter was cheering him on.

Chen Mo and those calligraphers also looked relaxed, looking at Zhang Ye with a smile, waiting for him to give the upper link, they believed that no matter what the young man in sunglasses gad, Teacher Su would definitely come up, and it would be seamless.

Immediately, Zhang Ye wrote a couplet.

There are very few words, and he writes very casually, as if he didn't even think about it, and it feels like he has admitted defeat, and it seems that he didn't take it seriously.

-- Lonely and cold, empty and widowed.

Zhang Ye raised his head and smiled, "I've written it." ”

"Okay, I'm right!" Dad Su walked up confidently in the cheers of a group of people, and looked down at the upper link.

And then.

Then Dad Su almost spit out a mouthful of old blood with a puff!

I'm cǎo, you're a nine grandmother! What are you fucking on! Do you want to be so ruthless!

Zhang Ye is lacking in virtue enough, because this sentence is an eternal absolute of his earth, even if it is the smoke lock pond willow written in the Beijing couplet competition, there are people in history who are very close, and there have been a lot of downlinks, although those downlinks have all kinds of problems and are not neat, but this "lonely cold window empty widow", in the hundreds of years that has been circulated in his world, has not even appeared in a decent or even barely good downlink, not to mention that it has to be neat and tidy!

Deadlink!

There can't be anyone right about this link!

Even if someone can do it in the future, it will be hundreds or thousands of years from now!