The staff prepared everything, and Lu Wen also walked to the front of the table.

Lu Wen picked up the brush on the table, dipped it in full ink, and then wrote on rice paper.

The crowd in the audience saw what he wrote through the images projected by the camera.

"Near Wine".

You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

..............

Floating like floating clouds, pretentious like a dragon, the breeze comes out of the sleeves, and the bright moon enters the arms. This is the first impression of everyone to see Lu calligraphy, looking at its strength without losing, showing its posture without boasting, and the handwriting is flowing and flowing.

Many people in the audience who don't know calligraphy feel very good when they see it, those words seem to come to life, wandering in their hearts, and one of the five old people seems to be in a trance, staring at the screen tightly, as if they want to see through the screen.

The painting power in Lu Wen also poured into the font with the stroke of the brush, in fact, the painting power is also called the painting power, the two are the same, but it has always been called the painting power of the habit.

Lu Wenxing wrote "Near Wine" on rice paper, and those handwriting seemed to have a brilliant flow and was conspicuous.

After Lu Wen finished writing and put down the pen, several people in the audience quickly walked to the stage, and the vigorous steps did not look like people of that age at all, and they didn't see that Fang Zheng was left behind.

Several old men gathered around the table, looking at the freshly baked calligraphy, and their mouths were exclamating "Good words!

Although except for Fan Chunhua, the other four are not calligraphy masters, but this does not prevent their level of appreciation, they have seen countless calligraphy, and there are also master-level calligraphy.

Looking at Lu Wen's calligraphy, they also understood in their hearts that his calligraphy level was not bad, no matter anything else, just from the words written, Lu Wen's level could be seen, and the rest was as long as his perception and application of calligraphy and painting power accumulated.

Everyone was admiring this "Near Wine", and Fang Zheng on the side was also sighing at first, but then he said to Lu Wen: "Old Lu, it's okay, this calligraphy is for me, and you can't play tricks." ”

Lu Wen replied with a smile: "Okay, you can take it when you're done." ”

Hearing Lu Wen's answer, Fang Zheng looked at it happily, I don't know if it's an illusion, but now I feel that this calligraphy seems to look a little better.

Wu Youping saw that Lu Wen and Fang Zheng gave away this calligraphy in a few words, and he was also feeling that the relationship between the two was not ordinarily good, if it was an ordinary relationship, Fang Zheng would not simply open his mouth to ask for this calligraphy, Wu Youping still knew this. This also proves that Fang Zheng does not have the slightest defensive psychology against Lu Wen.

After waiting for a while, and waiting for a few people to appreciate it for a while, Fan Chunhua said to Lu Wen: "Young man, good words! Good poems!"

Lu Wen smiled and said, "You are too old to win awards." ”

"Just like Lao Zhu said just now, excessive modesty can become pride, you see that you are proud. Fan Chunhua joked with a smile.

Now he can also see that this calligraphy called Lu Wen is definitely not bad, no matter what, this level is here, even if the calligraphy and painting ability is a little worse, Fan Chunhua is ready to give it.

Lu Wen didn't know what Fan Chunhua was thinking, he joked with Fan Chunhua and them again, and Fan Chunhua started the test, only to see his hands on rice paper, and the calligraphy and painting power in his hands poured into it.

Suddenly, everyone looked at Lu Wen's calligraphy again, and the feeling was suddenly different, as if they saw a sky-high and bold poet showing up between the lines, that kind of pride, that kind of chic and refined.

This time, all the people were immersed in it, and they seemed to have become the poet themselves, and the feelings of pride and ambition emerged in their hearts.

When they all came to their senses, Fan Chunhua said to Lu Wen: "Xiao Lu, can I call you Xiao Lu?"

Lu Wen replied: "Of course you can." ”

"I would like to ask which poet wrote this poem you wrote, how come I have never heard of it, and a poem like this should be passed down for centuries, but this is the first time I have seen this poem. ”

Hearing him say this, the rest of the people also asked, this "Near Wine" is definitely a classic among the classics, as long as people who have read it once, they will never forget it, they were just thinking about whether they had read this poem from anywhere, but they had no clue when they thought about it.

Fang Zheng said in a sneering voice: "Haha, of course you haven't seen it, this song "Near Wine" has only been made for a few days, how can you know." "People who don't know how he looks think he wrote a poem.

The rest of the people were taken aback when they heard Fang Zheng's words, and Zhu Yingcai asked urgently: "What did you just say, this poem "Near Wine" was written not long ago, and it was not handed down from ancient times?"

Fang Zheng was very satisfied with their expressions, nodded proudly and said, "Of course, I was there at the time, and this song "Near Wine" can be regarded as having my share. In Fang Zheng's heart, if he hadn't accompanied Lu Wen and wine, maybe Lu Wen wouldn't have been able to write this song "Near Wine", so he said that this song "Near Wine" has his share, not only he thinks so, but even Tang Qing thinks so.

Zhu Yingcai and the others couldn't believe Fang Zheng's words, such a poem was actually just written in modern times, which shocked him.

Zhu Yingcai is a professor in the Department of Literature, and he is also very knowledgeable about these poems, and he has a very say in this, he said: "Who wrote this poem "Near Wine"? Can you tell me about it?"

"Far away, close at hand!" Fang Zheng said.

Hearing this, Zhu Yingcai looked at him with suspicion, his eyes were full of distrust, and he said: "Is it you? Impossible! Don't tease us, it's impossible." ”

Fangzheng's face was dark, did you talk like this, I didn't say it was me, and what does this expression of yours mean, Chi Guoguo's disdain?

Even Wu Youping on the side was saying to Fang Zheng: "Xiao Zheng, don't make trouble, you can't write such poems at all, I still don't know you? You can't write limericks, and you still write such poems?"

Fang Zheng's face became darker and darker, no different from the bottom of the pot, and he said angrily: "Did I say it was me? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the others all looked at Lu Wen, according to Lu Wen's performance just now, Lu Wen's literary level is definitely not bad, it is still a little possible to say that this "Near Wine" was written by him.

Zhu Yingcai asked a little nervously: "Xiao Lu, did you write this song "Near Wine"?"