Chapter 2973

They are the same as the audience at the scene. At this time, they are looking at the words that are turning around and chanting in their mouths.

At the scene, the calligraphy lovers around the front, after reading the first sentence, began to change their faces.

The second sentence

The third sentence

People laugh at me... Crazy,

I laugh... Others can't see through.

I don't know how many people can't help but look at Lin Feng. He has a dull look. On the contrary, Zhuang Shushi around him feels strange.

There is no way to keep an ordinary heart and chat with him. What Lin Feng wrote is being held over his head by master Yan and displayed like a sign.

Although she is talking, she is very nervous in her heart for fear that Lin Feng's works will be laughed at.

Although she doesn't know much about calligraphy, she can still understand whether it is good or not.

Although she doesn't remember where Lin Feng came from or who wrote it, it is excellent.

Every word has its own characteristics, but it's a bit strange when you put it together.

There was a lot of noise at the scene, such as questioning, laughing and praising. Of course, praising is not chonglinfeng.

Some people point at his words and laugh at them wantonly, but, slowly, the surroundings are quiet, and the real calligraphy lovers are more and more dignified.

Finally, some people realized that it was not right. Some people laughed and read it, but their mouth was crooked and they could not close again.

On the court, Dai Kaiwen and Feng Chan are at the center of the competition. They are drinking and drinking. They seem to be the most dazzling. Even if the competition is going on there, they don't receive as much attention as they do.

As for the competition, no matter Feng Chan or Dai Kaiwen, they didn't look over there.

For them, it's as if they can be caught by hand. It's a matter of course for college students to be king in kindergarten.

However, as it became quiet over there, Kevin Dai couldn't help looking over there.

"Isn't this old man Yan bribed by Wang Peng to play tricks?" His mouth says, the voice is not big, only the seal Chan beside hears.

She glanced over there and said casually, "no matter how you play, you have to vote. If he dares to play, it will only make him look worse."

"Well, I miscalculated. I should let you be a judge. I'm sorry to let you be a contestant."

"It's nothing. I have participated in hundreds of competitions since I was young." Feng Chan looks calm, the camera will be her speaking posture all shot in, that kind of calm, completely silent to tell others.

She doesn't pay attention to her opponents at all. It's a kind of full confidence in herself and the pride of being an international champion.

After a while, there is more and more quiet, even in the live room, the subtitles are broken.

You know, there are millions of people in it now. It seems that everyone is attracted by master Yan's rice paper.

"What's the matter? Those people are just like the souls who have been ticked off. They can't be asked to come by the waste people."

"The expression is too exaggerated. It's a deduction."

"This poem looks good. Do you know the source?"

Suddenly, in the original tide, such a sentence came out.

“……”

"It looks familiar. Let me think about it!"

At this moment, in the search engine, I do not know how many people are searching the same poem at the same time.

However, the feedback was zero.

There is no match for the entry, search people are stupid, their heart out of a he would never believe the results.

Then qiega changed the live broadcasting room. In the live broadcasting room, there are mockery, source inquiry, culture and everything.

The only thing in common is that even if they claim to be familiar with it, they say it comes from some unknown ancient prose.

"On the level of this poem, it is absolutely not unknown. Any unknown ancient prose will become famous because of the poem. Don't pretend to understand it and make people laugh."

In the live broadcast room, I'm going to say this again.

All of a sudden, the brainless fans who were just blowing nonsense were silent for a while.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand. If you make a fool of yourself in front of you, you will lose your own face.

The atmosphere of the scene is more and more strange. Feng Chan takes a look at the live broadcast room and slightly coagulates her eyebrows.

Her brainless powder was suppressed. She finally couldn't help but look at the contents of Xuan paper held by master Yan.

The line of sight drew back, facing the camera, burst out a smile, gently said with a smile: "it seems that my opponent is somewhat unexpected!"

"Why, what does the goddess mean by that?"

"Don't you see that the poem was written by someone else?" Someone finally couldn't help making a sound.

"No, I'll make it myself."

"No wonder, search results are not found, I thought there was no Internet in ancient times."

"Live poetry, this wave of operation 6."“ It's impossible. This rubbish must be a poem prepared in advance. Take it out at this moment“ That is, some people do whatever they want to win. "“ Although the poem is a little interesting, the words are too ugly. Each one looks strange, which is not as good as the level of kindergarten. " However, at this time, there are fans on the scene can not help but make a sound“ These... These are gold, willow and sky fonts. I only know 18. Do you know all of them? " His voice has a tremor, and his expression is very dignified. In the eyes of real professionals, the real focus of the content on this rice paper is not poetry. It's true that poetry is a good one. If we put it in ancient times, it can definitely spread through the ages. But as calligraphers, they are more sensitive to fonts. In Lin Feng's poem, there are 140 words, each of which is different. Style, verve, after careful identification, they finally determined that this is impressive that each word is a unique font. If you don't have a certain professional level, you can't distinguish them. Each word is beautiful when separated separately, but when put together, there will be a sense of disharmony. In the eyes of laymen, they can't see many ways, but they will feel strange. But it's definitely not as good as the kindergarten in the studio. People who say this are either stupid or bad, or have ulterior motives. Of course, in order to hold the beauty, step on the same sex, this is also understandable, again disgusting can say. However, Feng Chan is also a professional, unless she doesn't want to be in this business. Otherwise, it would be tantamount to slapping yourself in the face“ I can recognize 20 kinds, but I can't recognize the rest. It's just a bit like that, but I'm not sure. Master Yan, what do you think? " A group of judges reacted and focused on him again. Master Yan did not put down the rice paper until then. He looked at Lin Feng with a complicated face and solemnly said: "only from the perspective of calligraphy, I know less than one fifth. Let alone this, I want to ask a question first." Just under the gaze of the people, he asked Lin Feng the question that everyone was concerned about: "Mr. Lin, did you write this poem?"