The "game" begins!

The futon was already full of people at the moment, and most of the respected seniors like Zuo Min'an were invited to the Liuyu Pavilion, while those juniors either sat on the futon or stood on the shore eager to observe.

There was a little blank space on the shore, and everyone in the entertainment industry came over in a hurry.

The CEOs of the four super first-tier media companies, as well as some of the CEOs of high-status first-line media companies, were invited to another pavilion not far away at this moment.

Their identity and age have doomed them to not participate in this game of "young people".

Everyone is sensible and knows very well that this game is actually for juniors.

Guo Lao is old, and what he likes most is to appreciate the talents and abilities of the younger generations.

Many people secretly cheer for the "family members" they brought in their hearts, as long as they can stand out here today, they can naturally get Guo Lao's attention.

In this way, perhaps the explosion is a matter of moments.

…

Xing Feiyue also sat down on the futon.

She sat on the side of Wang Hao's right hand, and after glancing at the wine glass that had begun to flow down, she quietly held back Wang Hao's glance, and then silently withdrew her gaze.

I don't know why, she always has an inexplicable premonition in her heart.

It seems that today will be the moment for Wang Hao to shine!

The small wine glasses are placed in a square tray and float down the water.

After a while, the tray touched the edge and stopped in front of a young man wearing black square-rimmed glasses and a sven-faced face.

There were many people around who coaxed: "Liao Qing, you have won the jackpot, you must show it well." ”

In the face of everyone's coaxing, the young man named Liao Qing calmly pushed the glasses frame on the wing of his nose, and stood up with a wine glass without timidity.

Drink the wine in the glass.

He smiled and said: "Since this is the case, I will come to give Guo Laohe a poem, wishing him a long life than the old pine of Nanshan Mountain, and happiness like the long flowing water of the East China Sea." ”

Then the young man spoke:

"The mountains are endless, and so is the longevity,"

"The sea is wide, and the public blessing is like the sea."

After writing a poem, Guo Lao's face was full of joy and nodded with satisfaction.

"Good poetry! Good poetry! ”

The scene suddenly burst into thunderous applause, and many people praised him, and the young man who praised him had a ruddy face.

At the same time, Wang Hao obviously noticed that an old man in the Liuyu Pavilion was clapping vigorously, and seemed to be very satisfied with the young man's performance.

Obviously, the old man and the young man were either masters and apprentices, or close relatives.

After extracting so many poems from the system, Wang Hao naturally has the ability to taste, he can read the connotation of this birthday poem, as well as the poetic meaning of congratulations.

At this moment, Xing Feiyue's voice suddenly came from his ears,

Liao Qing, a master's degree in literature from Qingbei University and a member of the Poetry Association, has a poem "Xiang Xue's Poems" that has been recorded in the Chinese Literature Archives. ”

"Oh?!"

Wang Hao raised his eyebrows, and suddenly realized.

No wonder he can read such a good poem, it turned out to be a master's degree in the Department of Literature of Qingbei.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw another tray float out of the Liuyu Pavilion and swayed down the river.

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, the pallet touched the shore.

Everyone looked up at this "lucky man", but saw Wang Hao with a very blank and surprised expression on his face.

At this time, he suddenly realized that the place he chose was really unlucky!

He was sitting at the biggest turn in the winding water, and when the trays got there, they had to make a large circle or they would get stuck around the corner.

"Haha, little Haozi, it's your turn now."

Guo Lao was very excited, laughed and asked Wang Hao to stand up, and then ordered: "Come on, I'll listen to a birthday poem first." ”

"Okay, then I'll be ugly."

Wang Hao didn't shirk either, closed his eyes and pretended to be thinking, but he began to connect with the system in his mind.

"Come, let's first compile ten birthday poems." He commanded.

"Ding, is customizing poems for you......"

The system reacts extremely quickly, and for items like poetry and songs, it comes almost instantaneously.

In the blink of an eye, ten poems already appeared in Wang Hao's mind.

After a little reorganization of the poems, he opened his eyes and looked around, a calm smile on his face.

Seeing the expression on his face, the young man who had made a birthday poem before couldn't help but "chuckle" in his heart.

He had heard of Wang Hao's great achievements, so he naturally knew the characteristics of his exports, but he didn't know if there would be another wave of Wang Bang this time!

The onlookers had different thoughts, and they all cast curious, expectant, or disdainful glances.

At this time, I heard Wang Hao suddenly raise his hand and wave it gently, crossing a semicircle in mid-air, and said: "The beautiful scenery is good, and the osmanthus is added." ”

One stone stirs up a thousand waves!

This is a simple adjective, which can match the current scene, and suddenly made Guo Lao and the children and grandchildren of the Guo family smile.

Dangui Lingchun is actually a Chinese idiom, which is a metaphor for a long-lived virtuous husband and an excellent son.

"Good!"

Guo Lao nodded with satisfaction, but the tone of his words suddenly changed: "But this doesn't seem to be a complete poem, right?" ”

"Don't worry, there's more."

Wang Hao smiled lightly, got up from the futon, and his loud voice instantly spread all over the world!

"Once the Antarctic light last night, Luo Qifang opened the painting hall."

"All the grandchildren of the drama are handsome, and they are full of congratulations."

"Chun Xuan Xiumao is far away, and Lan Yuyin is deep and Qingze is long."

"A hundred years old should know that the crane is counted, and the five blessings are prosperous."

For a while, the entire garden was silent, and everyone's eyes fell on Wang Hao, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Many people have heard that he has a strong ability to write poetry, but they never thought that he could be so strong!

Boy!

The exit is a seven-word poem!

If you were given more time, wouldn't it be a masterpiece in minutes?

Liao Qing, who was the first to read out the birthday poem just now, was slightly red at this time, and it was obvious that Wang Hao's seven-character poem really hit him.

The gap between the two poems is simply the difference between the clouds and mud!

The name of the poem recited by Wang Hao is "Birthday Poem", which was written by a poet during the Ming Dynasty, although it is not particularly well-known, but it is very suitable for the current occasion.

The whole poem is praised, praising the birthday star, praising the descendants, and praising the guests...... Anyway, it's just to catch the fierce praise.

The key is that the rhetoric is quite gorgeous, and the people who praise it are in a very comfortable mood, and there is no such embarrassment at all, which makes many people at the scene breathtaking!

"It's really an export, isn't it?"

"Hey? Lao Zuo has really picked up a treasure, this kind of apprentice can really give the master a long face! ”

"I heard that he is still in the entertainment industry, and he is also a good hand at writing songs."

"You haven't listened to the opera masterpiece "Farewell My Concubine"? It's amazing! It's an heirloom of intangible cultural heritage! ”

"Huh? So powerful? ”

There were constant voices of discussion in his ears, most of whom were praising Wang Hao's literary level and creative ability, which made Zuo Minan and Guo Lao both smile.

"Alright, sit down."

Guo Lao waved his hand in satisfaction, and whispered to Guo Xiaoxue, who was waiting beside him: "Go find him paper and pen, and let him write this poem." ”

"Okay," Guo Xiaoxue nodded hurriedly, and quickly ran to the inner room with her skirt.

Seeing this scene, the boy standing on the other side of Guo Lao couldn't help but pout, and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it okay to let others do this kind of thing?" Is it necessary to run in person? ”

Maybe it's because the voice is smaller, it seems that no one heard it, and it seems that someone heard it but couldn't pick it up.

After all, the people sitting in the Liuyu Pavilion are all old men, and they can't cater to the muttering between the children, right?

It's just that many people were slightly stunned when they saw Guo Xiaoxue's expression and movements, and they even had some thoughts in their hearts.

Depending on the situation, there seems to be a story between these two people?

…

The game continues.

A new wine glass streams down from the pavilion and trickles past everyone, inadvertently giving a hint of hope.

Among the people present, perhaps except for Wang Hao, everyone wanted to seize this opportunity and show their excellent side.

That's the shortcut to fame!

There aren't many opportunities like this, and if you don't grasp them firmly, you will be disappointed by the huge price you paid to come here!

For the rest of the day, the glass kept touching the shore.

Everyone who got the opportunity hurriedly drank the wine in their glasses and then put on a wonderful show that they had prepared.

Some people sing, some dance, some magic, and some choose to use opera performances in a vain attempt to attract Guo Lao's attention.

Even a gentle nod or a compliment is enough to compare to their three years of hard work!

Interestingly, when Wang Hao's "Birthday Poem" appeared, later works about poems and couplets completely disappeared.

After all, Zhu Yu is in front, and these stubborn stones in their hands are really difficult to get into the hall of elegance.

At the same time, just when those people were trying their best to express themselves, Guo Xiaoxue, who had already prepared all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, came behind Wang Hao.

She cautiously reminded: "Brother Hao, everything is here." ”

"Okay." Wang Hao nodded lightly, grabbed the brush and dipped it in some ink, and began to write.

The full text of the birthday poem is 56 words, and under his flowing writing, the full text was completed in less than two minutes.

Because of the writing skills of the book saint Wang Xizhi before, Wang Hao's calligraphy is very beautiful, and each word is put into the paper for three points, which looks quite smart and beautiful.

There were many people around, looking at this hand-writing calligraphy, everyone unconsciously began to praise again.

"This character is really well written, the penmanship is exquisite, the line is chic and elegant, it is really beautiful."

"I think this handwriting style is great, peaceful and natural, the gesture is tactful and subtle, quite everyone's style!"

"Did you notice the bones between each font? It seems that there is an inexplicable sense of beauty, which makes people feel relaxed unconsciously! ”

“……”

Liao Qing was sitting not far from Wang Hao.

Seeing that many people were gathered around, he also leaned in and looked at it with his probe.

And when he finished reading Wang Hao's calligraphy, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Boy!

It's just that the poems are well written, and the words are still written so well, how can ordinary people live?

Seeing Wang Hao stop writing, everyone was a little reluctant, and seemed to be immersed in the flowing writing technique just now.

There are many people who have the idea of asking for a work in their hearts, but they are not familiar with Wang Hao at all, and even if they want to speak, they don't know what excuse to make.

"Are you alright?"

Seeing Wang Hao put the brush back on the pen holder, Guo Xiaoxue looked up at him suspiciously.

"Alright," he replied casually, picking up the rice paper and shaking it gently so that the ink would dry faster.

The game was still going on, and a girl who looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old was singing.

Because the girl sang Xu Jiahe's song "Say I Love You", Wang Hao looked at her a few times.

Taking advantage of this gap, the ink on the paper also dried.

But at this moment, Wang Hao's heart suddenly moved, and then he looked at Guo Xiaoxue curiously.

"By the way, does your old man have any special favorites? I haven't prepared a birthday gift for him yet, but there is a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone here, and I will create a copy for him. ”

Favorite?

Guo Xiaoxue couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

After a little silence, she said: "Grandpa likes to collect famous paintings, there are many collections in the study, and his own painting ability is also very strong. ”

Famous paintings?!

As soon as he heard these four words, Wang Hao's eyes suddenly lit up.

That's a coincidence.

Last night, I just drew Mr. Qi Baishi's painting skills, and today I just happened to meet Mr. Guo who likes to paint.

It is in response to that sentence: if you have the intention to plant flowers and flowers, you will not bloom, and you will have no intention of planting willows and willows.

"Do you have paper and paint? Get me a copy. ”

"Do you want to draw?"

Guo Xiaoxue looked at Wang Hao with a surprised expression, it was obvious that she was surprised by Wang Hao's sudden request.

Able to write poetry, calligraphy, and draw......

She suddenly wanted to know, in addition to not being able to have children, what else Wang Hao wouldn't have?

"Yes." Wang Hao nodded, concise and to the point.

Since Guo Lao likes to paint, then give him a picture of "Pine Crane Longevity".

You must know that Qi Baishi's best thing is painting "things", especially his "Shrimp", which can be said to be a must in the painting world.

And "Pine Crane Longevity" is also one of his masterpieces.

Therefore, after drawing Qi Baishi's painting skills, Wang Hao naturally learned his painting "object" skills.

The drawing paper was soon taken to Wang Hao by Guo Xiaoxue.

At his request, Guo Xiaoxue took a piece of drawing paper and two pieces of paper.

Among them, the drawing paper is about 12.7 square feet, and the couplet is only 4.8 square feet.

Because he has the finished picture in his mind, Wang Hao doesn't need to set the layout in advance, and he can directly put pen to paper.

The game was still going on, but Wang Hao had already left the futon and began to concentrate on mixing paints and preparing the painting tools on the table.

His movements once again attracted the attention of many people, only for a short time, and there were already many people around the painting table.

Xing Feiyue didn't have the idea of continuing to play Qu Shui Liuzhen, this game was not fun to watch Wang Hao draw at all, those literati and artists seemed to be frightened, and no one dared to boldly show their literary skills.

In the Liuyu Pavilion, Guo Lao also noticed the movement here.

However, due to the distance, he couldn't understand for a while what those people were doing when they suddenly surrounded them.

So, he could only turn his head to look at his eldest grandson Guo Jiajun, who was like a caged bird and had been "imprisoned" by his side.

"Jiajun, what are you doing over there?"

"Good!"

As soon as the words fell, Guo Jiajun, who had long been unable to stay, was like a bird that had been released from the cage, and disappeared into the Liuyu Pavilion in the blink of an eye.

After squeezing into the crowd and taking a general look, he returned to the Liuyu Pavilion with excitement on his face, and shouted with some excitement: "Grandpa, that Wang Hao is painting." ”

Draw?!

These two words immediately hit the point of interest in Guo Lao's heart.

"Pause," he called out to the maid who was placing a glass in the stream, and then hurriedly got up and walked straight to the shore.

He had always thought that Wang Hao's creative ability and calligraphy ability were very strong, but what he never expected was that this kid also had a study of painting.

And as Guo Lao walked out of the Liuyu Pavilion, the others suddenly couldn't hold back their curiosity, and got up one after another to follow.

"Huh? Sensationalism! Zhao Qin snorted coldly, but there was a trace of envy in the depths of his eyes.

He didn't participate in the Qu Shui Liuyu just now.

To put it mildly, he is just a singer, and he doesn't know any poetry and songs, even if he has the opportunity to be selected, it's just a shame to go up.

Today he is seeing the world, and by the way, he is familiar.

But because of this, he felt jealous of Wang Hao.

At today's birthday banquet, Wang Hao can be said to be out of the limelight!

Two sentences of finale words and an opening poem, everyone who directly pressed them did not dare to continue to write poems and read words, as well as the words just written, vigorous and powerful, and at a glance it was everyone's demeanor.

It is no exaggeration to say that as soon as the word comes out, who dares to show off the words on the scene?

Now, he's starting to draw again!

"Conspicuous bag!"

Looking at the figure that was surrounded by everyone, Zhao Qin snorted coldly, followed behind Zhao Liangyin, and squeezed into the crowd together.

When they came closer, everyone saw the lifelike red-crowned white crane on the drawing paper at a glance!

"Uh......"

Zhao Qin opened his mouth, wanting to complain a few words, but he didn't know how to evaluate the words.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't hide that this painting was really fucking good!

Because of the living environment, Qi Baishi is particularly good at flowers, birds, fish and insects, character portrayal, landscape painting and other skills.

And this white crane is naturally his forte.

Now that Wang Hao has drawn his painting skills, the one-handed pine crane longevity picture is naturally superb!

Guo Lao's eyes stared at the painting, looking at the vivid white crane on the painting paper, it was really difficult to suppress the joy in his heart.

"Good! It's so nice! ”

In addition to being responsible for finding and selecting good paintings, he is also the chairman of the Huaxia Art Association and the vice president of the Huaxia Academy of Fine Arts.

At this time, he was standing beside Guo Lao.

Looking at the half-finished white crane painted by the young man in front of him, he still couldn't hold back after all, and opened his mouth to make an evaluation:

"This white crane has a strong and bright color, a simple and vivid shape, a moist brushwork, and a vivid and simple artistic conception, full of fun, and quite a lot of style!"

A very brief comment, but it shocked all the onlookers around!

can be evaluated by Ren Collei as "everyone's demeanor", and he is already listed as the top handful of people.

In the same way, this sentence also established Wang Hao's lofty position in the painting world!

"That's true."

Guo Lao on the side nodded excitedly, how could he not see that this picture was the birthday gift drawn by Wang Hao.

(End of chapter)