Yu's father loves to read and write.

Lin Hao is clear about this.

So it's not surprising at the moment.

After following Yu Lanxin into the hotel.

Immediately, a strong smell of ink came to my nose.

Stop.

It's quite lively inside.

People are densely packed.

It should have been packed.

The entire ground floor hall.

At the moment, there is no one to eat at all.

It's more like a booth.

Rice paper was everywhere on each table.

Many people are immersed in writing with pen and ink.

Lin Hao looked at it.

Most of the writings are poems and songs.

He was not very interested.

I don't have much skills.

I can't tell why it's good or bad.

It's just a simple look.

The two of them walked inside.

At this time.

Yu's father was talking to a friend.

See him.

Still quite surprised and happy.

"Xiao Hao is back, this leg is" Yu's father was taken aback and hurriedly asked him.

Lin Hao's expression remained unchanged.

I said the reason again.

"As long as people are fine, you have to be more careful next time, the body is the most important." Dad Yu said with concern for a while.

"I see, uncle."

Lin Hao nodded.

"Lao Yu, this is" At this time, opposite Yu's father, Cen Renguo asked with a smile.

"Hey, this is Lan Xin's boyfriend, Lin Hao."

Dad Yu said, and introduced to Lin Hao: "You can just call Uncle Cen." ”

"Uncle Cen."

The other party is a friend of Yu's father.

Lin Hao still shouted in a proper manner.

"The young man is a talent, good, good."

Cen Renguo praised: "Lan Xin, you have vision. ”

Yu Lanxin just laughed when she heard this.

Lin Hao felt stabbed in the back by something.

Look around.

Suddenly found not far away.

A man was staring at himself.

Hostile.

It seems to feel his gaze.

The other party looked away in an instant.

Lin Hao was speechless for a while.

It's inexplicable.

"Okay, Lao Yu, don't patronize and chat, I remember that your handwriting is also good, why don't you show your hand now?" Cen Renguo said with a smile at this time.

"My words can't compare to yours, so forget it." Dad Yu said modestly.

"What are you talking about, the children are all watching here, come quickly."

Cen Renguo urged: "The old Wu Gang has made a sample, don't do this, it's not good, today's picture is just fun, no one should be restrained." ”

"Then I'll just write it?" Yu's dad was said to have itchy hands for a while.

"Of course, I have to write."

Cen Renguo said to Yu Lanxin on the side: "Lanxin, hurry up and sharpen the ink for your father and let him show it." ”

Yu Lanxin nodded and stepped forward.

Lin Hao watched from the sidelines.

A little later.

Yu's father dipped the brush in ink and began his solo performance.

He wrote a modern poem.

Even if there are more words.

It also looks very neat.

It didn't take long for the long rice paper to be densely packed.

In the meantime.

A lot of people gathered around to take a look.

"That's a good handwriting, who is this person?"

"Jindu Lao Yu, outside the circle, you don't know each other."

"Hiss~ This line of block writing is really beautiful, and the skills are not bad."

"That is, don't look at this Lao Yu as an amateur, but his strength is not bad, and ordinary people can't reach this level."

"This is Su Ting's work "Me in the Eyes of the World", a modern poem that has been very popular recently."

Yu's dad is writing.

A group of people were talking about him.

I finally finished writing it.

These guys are quite interesting, too.

Not in vain.

The applause was immediate.

"Haha, this handwriting is good, Lao Yu, give it to me." In the crowd, a middle-aged man came out and spoke.

"Lao Chen, you're not authentic, I'm still thinking about leaving." Cen Renguo, who had been watching from the side, was suddenly unhappy, and it just so happened that he also had this idea.

"Whoever says it first is whoever, I'm sorry."

Chen Detong smiled and said, "Lao Yu, no problem, right?" ”

"I'm just an amateur, what are you doing here, take it if you like."

Dad Yu couldn't cry or laugh.

He felt that these people were praising themselves too much.

There are many professional calligraphy masters present.

He's the oldest.

"Then you're welcome."

Chen Detong said.

Roll up the rice paper in front of you.

Immediately put it in his arms.

Some of the onlookers were red-eyed.

Something may not be worth much.

But they are leaving.

Who is too much to give for nothing.

"I didn't expect my uncle to write this word so well." On the side, Lin Hao said in a low voice.

"I've been practicing for years." Yu Lanxin explained.

"What about you, didn't you learn a little?" Lin Hao asked.

"Yes."

Yu Lanxin said embarrassedly: "But the writing is not good." ”

"What's there, you can write one when you go back, hang it in our new house, and be the treasure of the town, how about it?" Lin Hao said with an idea.

"What do you say?"

Yu Lanxin's face turned red.

Rather, he hammered him with disgust.

The two of them were whispering.

Suddenly.

There was a commotion at the door.

Quite a few people greeted it.

"It's coming, it's coming, Master Zhang's car is here, I don't know what to bring this year."

"Hey, that's Master Liu, even he was invited."

"And Master Wang Xuehaiwang, I remember that last year it was Master Wang who took a painting out and gave it away, right?"

"That's right, it's worth a lot, I heard that someone didn't buy it for 50,000 yuan after they left."

"Hiss~~~~~ is it so expensive?"

"I don't know what this year is like, there are a lot of people, and the competitiveness is too great."

"That's right, in this place, you can't do it without a little level."

The crowd was talking.

Lin Hao could hear some.

But it's still a little unclear.

After a little effort.

The door of the hotel came from the caliber of a few old men.

It's a bit of a fairy wind bone.

It looks quite high.

There were a lot of young people behind him.

"Who are these people? Seeing these people so excited? He asked Yu Lanxin.

"The one at the front is Master Zhang Xinlin, a very famous calligrapher in China."

Yu Lanxin said slowly: "The one with the beard behind him is called Wang Xuehai, who is a master of traditional Chinese painting, and the one wearing a white coat in the back is Master Liu Hongliu, who also writes calligraphy, and I can't recognize all the remaining ones, I also came to my father a few times many years ago, and some people have never seen it." ”

"Hey, it's not a small reputation."

Lin Hao smacked his tongue when he listened.

A master at every turn.

This literature is a bit unusual.

He thought it was a place for a bunch of amateurs to tout each other.

I didn't expect a master with hard power.

"At the beginning, it was held by a group of enthusiasts, and then gradually more people participated, and when Master Zhang and they arrived, it became more and more popular year by year."

Yu Lanxin explained: "And every year at the literary gathering, these masters will hold a competition and come up with a few lottery heads, which also leads to great attraction. ”

"And what about the competition?" Lin Hao was stunned.

"Yes, now that everyone is here, it should start soon." Yu Lanxin nodded.

Lin Hao nodded.

Thoughtfully.

Doorway.

A few masters entered the arena as soon as they entered.

The noise in the whole hotel was immediately much quieter.

Even some of the family members who came with him relented.

His eyes brushed over.

"I'm sorry everyone, but I'm in a traffic jam on the road, and I'm a little late today." Zhang Xinlin, who was the leader, walked to the middle of the crowd and explained loudly.

"Where, where, Master Zhang came just right."

"yes, we've all just arrived."

"It's okay, our physique, it's okay to wait a little longer."

"You're so old, what's the hurry?"

"If you can come, you can be late."

Several people stepped forward and hurriedly catered for them.

The expression is called a flattery and respect.

"Then thank you for your love."

Zhang Xinlin coughed twice, cleared his throat and said: "First of all, thank you for participating in this literary club every year, this year I discussed with a few old friends, let them take a few more ink treasures, it doesn't matter if you have money or not, the important thing is to have a good time, which is some support for the literary club." ”

He said.

The two apprentices who came with him took out the things.

A piece of writing is slowly unfolded.

The dragon flies and the phoenix dances above.

The eyes of the crowd were hot.

Even Yu's father was bright-eyed.

Master Zhang's calligraphy.

Definitely one class at a time.

It's a great collector's item.

He'd wanted one for a long time.

It's a pity that there have been few opportunities over the years.

And that's not all.

After a calligraphy display.

Immediately took out another one.

This time, the font is in the style of a calligraphy.

Flowing water.

Stretch wildly.

Get!

Look at the drop.

This time it is the work of Master Liu Hongliu.

It's just as bad.

The show continues.

The calligraphy is finished.

Two more paintings.

A total of four works.

It's not shocking.

"Master Zhang's and Master Liu's calligraphy is amazing, and there are at least 100,000 pieces on the market now."

"Master Wang's Chinese painting is amazing, this winter scene is much more powerful than last year's, I really don't know who can get it."

"Master Zheng's red carp is also good, it's breathtaking."

"Today, a few masters have made a lot of money."

"Haha, then you're welcome."

"If you take one of them, you won't be able to come in vain today."

Everyone's faces were full of excitement.

They are all eager to try.

"Master Zhang, what is it like this year, is it still the same?"

Someone in the crowd immediately asked.

This question represents the voice of many people.

Then they all looked at it with a blank eye.

"There are more colorful heads this year, and there are more natural comparisons, but it can't be the same."

Zhang Xinlin smiled and said: "First compare calligraphy and painting, and then come to chant poetry, one color at a time, randomly selected, what can be taken away, it depends on everyone." ”

"That's right, calligraphy and painting, and poetry are right, which can be regarded as adding a new atmosphere to the literary society."

Master Wang Xuehaiwang also spoke: "In this competition, the judges will be the four of us, and the big guys have no opinion." ”

The crowd shook their heads.

All four are well-known masters.

What can they say.

All geared up.

Calligraphy and painting are compared every year.

So most people are well prepared.

On the contrary, it is the chant of poetry.

Relatively new to them.

Therefore, it is more difficult.

But everyone has a similar starting point.

Totally capable of giving it a go.

(End of chapter)