The security guard at the door usually appreciates calligraphy and painting, and he doesn't know anything about calligraphy, let alone who Liu Qingming is, so he immediately waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter if you are Liu Qingming or Ma Qingming, I only recognize the invitation, no invitation, no one wants to go in!" ”

The young man was immediately stunned, and was about to defend again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, a man and a woman who were handing over invitations to enter on the side looked extremely noble and magnificent, and their eyes lit up after seeing Liu Qingming, and the man stepped forward and said, "It turned out to be Liu's family." ”

Then he turned his head and said angrily to the security guard: "What eyes? This is Liu Qingming, a calligrapher in Nanqian City, get out of the way! ”

"Calligraphers, so young?" The security guard was immediately stunned, and it took a long time to react, and immediately stepped aside and let Liu Qingming enter.

It's not to give Liu Qingming face, but the security guard recognizes the man who is talking in front of him, this is Yuan Haoran, deputy mayor of Nanqian City. If he didn't even listen to Vice Mayor Yuan's orders, I was afraid that he, a little security guard, would not want to do it anymore.

Liu Qingming was still indignant in his heart, glanced at the man who was helping him, and felt a little familiar, but he didn't recognize who it was, he just nodded slightly as a thanks, and the arrogance of the literati was undoubtedly revealed, and he walked into the exhibition hall.

Yuan Haoran's wife, the wife of the dignified deputy mayor, was naturally unhappy in her heart, shook her silver evening skirt, and snorted coldly: "Husband, although this kid is a famous calligrapher in our city, he is young, but the shelf is not small, what did you help him do just now?" Let him be clubbed outside, and see who lets him in. ”

But Yuan Haoran didn't care, smiled, patted his wife's shoulder gently, and whispered in his ear: "Don't you know, Liu Qingming has always had a soft spot for Mingyue, the pearl of the Ming family, a scholarly family in our city, and I heard that the girl also admires this kid's talent." But the old man of the Ming family, Ming Zhanqing, did not agree, and for the development of the Ming family's family business, he deliberately befriended the Cao family, and prepared to let Mingyue and Cao Mingjun, the son of the Cao family, get engaged. Since then, Liu Qingming has been depressed, and I don't know how many times he has made trouble in the Ming Mansion. ”

"And such a thing?" The deputy mayor's wife was obviously interested, and continued to gossip: "Then what happened? ”

"Later? Later, Ming Zhanqing couldn't resist Liu Qingming's nonsense, and said casually, if you want to marry my granddaughter, you need to win the crown of our city's 'Divine Pen' calligraphy competition, and represent Nanzhou Province to fight in Xia Jing, so that he can be allowed to socialize. ”

Yuan Haoran said: "This was originally a delaying tactic, but Liu Qingming believed it and wrote twelve works in a row to participate in the competition." As soon as they were handed in, seven were killed, and then the remaining five were eliminated. This kid was ruthless, went back to retreat, wrote the last work, sang all the way, and advanced to today's final round of the selection competition. ”

"That's how it is." The deputy mayor's wife fluttered when she heard this, and said busily: "Then tonight is not Liu Qingming's last chance to turn over?" ”

Yuan Haoran shook his head: "It's not that simple, there are many folk calligraphy masters in our province, this time many masters have participated in the competition, and the chairman of the selection committee tonight is a long-standing, from Xia Jing Nan Lao, Nan Lao is very strict with the works, I am afraid it is difficult to have works such as this old eye." ”

The deputy mayor's wife hurriedly turned Yuan Haoran with her elbow, and couldn't hold back the excitement in her heart: "Then let's go in quickly, I don't want to miss such a good show!" ”

She is a woman, although she doesn't like calligraphy and tasting these things, but she is Yuan Haoran's wife, and she has to come with her husband. At this moment, I don't want to encounter this kind of gambling for love, of course, I am very excited, I can't wait to smear oil on the soles of my feet, and run in to see the excitement first.

With them entering, there were officials at all levels in Nanqian City, the Cao family, one of the four major families, the second-rate Zhou family, the third-rate Luo family and other wealthy families arrived one after another, and countless wealthy children and scholarly families entered.

All of a sudden, the entire exhibition hall was crowded, but no one made a loud noise or commented loudly, reflecting the excellent viewing quality.

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After entering the exhibition hall, Zhong Shiya pulled Jiang Jingyang to admire the past one by one, she seemed a little excited at the moment, and she didn't pay attention to holding Jiang Jingyang's hand all the time, plus there were more and more tourists, and she was afraid that she would be separated from Jiang Jingyang.

Since he came, he always had to watch it, Jiang Jingyang looked all the way, and listened to Zhong Shiya's introduction with great interest.

"This is Wang Bo's work, he is a famous calligrapher in Gaoyang City, Nanzhou Province, a member of the Provincial Calligraphy Association, every stroke of his work is like an engraving, through the paper, especially the last stroke of each word is a little flat, this is his logo."

"This is Lu Yangyang's work, which is mainly round and silky, and the atmosphere is full ......"

"This is the work of Yangchun March, the font is beautiful, it is said to be a very beautiful woman, Yangchun March is her pen name......"

Looking at it all the way, Zhong Shiya talked endlessly, and she could even say some opinions. This made Jiang Jingyang have to look at her differently.

Although Zhong Shiya's calligraphy is not very good, she has been exposed to it all year round, but she has a lot of treasures for this industry.

"This is Mingyue's work, the first scholarly family in Nanqian, the only daughter of the Ming family, the font is ethereal, casual, revealing a relaxed reverie ......"

"Mingyue?" Jiang Jingyang frowned slightly, and stopped in front of this work.

Looking at the calligraphy in the frame on the wall, the ethereal feeling came to my face first, but when I tasted it carefully, I found that there was a faint sadness and sorrow between the lines, which made people sad and intoxicated.

A line of words reveals two artistic conceptions, the meaning is born from the heart, trickling out, this is the master. It's not like those written that deliberately integrate feelings, which are hypocritical and untrue. Jiang Jingyang couldn't help but nodded, paying attention to the name Mingyue.

Zhong Shiya had already pulled him over, pointed to the next work and introduced it, Xiao Nizi Xiafei cheeks, obviously the estrogen in her body had been raised to a point where she didn't even notice it with Jiang Jingyang all the way. I'm afraid that she will just pull Jiang Jingyang like this, and she is willing to introduce him to a lifetime of works.

On one side of the exhibition hall, there are delicious food and wine, and if you are tired of watching, you can go to this area to talk and exchange ideas, and at this moment many people have gathered to discuss, and the atmosphere is quite enthusiastic.

In the other corner of the exhibition hall, a tall old man, with a strong physique, a straight waist, smooth silver hair combed a big back, one person in front, behind more than 30 people, large and small, followed cautiously.

There were three people on both sides of the old man, one was the deputy mayor Yuan Haoran, the other was a middle-aged man, with a work card hanging on his chest, which read "Liao Yuanming, President of the Provincial Calligraphy Association", and the third person was a slightly shorter and gray-haired garlic-nosed old man.

The garlic-nosed old man and Liao Yuanming walked all the way, and they also kept stretching out their hands to point out the works on the wall, and introduced them to Liao Yuanming one by one. The tall old man with a strong physique nodded from time to time, and occasionally there were works that caught the eye slightly, he also paused slightly, and after reading it, he didn't speak, and continued to move forward.

In this way, it will not take long to complete half of the exhibition hall.

Among the people behind him, Li Chengye, vice president of the Provincial Calligraphy Association, was among them, and this person was the person who received the "Lanting Collection Preface" sent by Zhong Shiya last time, but with his qualifications, he was obviously not enough to come forward and talk to the silver-haired tall old man.

Li Chengye just looked ahead, and when he saw that the "Lanting Collection Preface" in his heart was not far ahead, the corners of his mouth pursed a smile.

"It's coming, it's coming. I didn't say it, I haven't said it, with your eyesight, if you look at that work, I, Li Chengye, will pull you off the altar of Xia Jing's calligraphy from now on, even in my heart. ”