Chapter 147

Chu Feng, Jiang Shengli!

They have always been the two most respected calligraphers in southern Jiangsu. They have been famous for many years, and their calligraphy is superb. Their characters are not worth a thousand words, but they are also the objects that many scholars and scholars vie to collect. It's a real cost to invite them to be the judges in this student contest. Tqr1

of course, Chen Xuanhua, a master of traditional Chinese painting, is also very difficult to invite, but because he is now an honorary professor in the University of science and technology, he should show his emotion and reason in this kind of activities held in our university.

All the students in the hall looked at the two elders with admiration, and their eyes were shining warmly.

"Next, please go into the competition, find the corresponding table according to your number, write down the words you are good at, and then submit them to the teachers. After the teacher selects them, the two judges will decide the final place."

Lin Chengfei looks at the two calligraphy masters sitting on the stage. The two old people are white and immortal. They look like they don't eat fireworks.

"Come on Xiao Xinran holds a small fist and cheers for Lin Chengfei excitedly.

"Believe me now?"

"I've always believed in you!" Xiao Xinran said with a smile: "take the first back, frighten them to death!"

Lin Chengfei smiles and walks to the field.

His movements were a little slow. The lucky seats like six, eight, sixty-six and eighty-eight had been occupied for a long time. There were not many seats left, so he picked a number 14 to sit on.

As long as there is strength, everything is a floating cloud.

At this moment, in the jury, two calligraphy masters are also whispering.

"In southern Jiangsu, there are only a few potential students, such as Tian Yucheng, AI Xinlan and Chu Wenxin, who are already well-known in the field of calligraphy. I don't know, which one do you think Mr. Jiang is good at?" Chu Feng smiles at Jiang Shengli and asks.

"Wenxin is your grandson of Chu Lao, and he was personally guided by you from childhood. I think he is very likely to be the first." Jiang Shengli said with a smile and stroked his long beard.

Chufeng a listen, proud mouth almost to ear root.

Chu Wenxin was really taught by him. From the beginning to the later, he participated in it.

After this calligraphy competition, he is ready to completely push his grandson to the public and make him a shining star of new Japanese calligraphy.

"I'd like to borrow your good words, but Juxian doesn't avoid his relatives after all. I also think Wenxin is very likely to win the first place." Chu Feng said happily.

Jiang Shengli glanced at Chu Wenxin's position, pointed to him and praised him: "he is a talented man with outstanding temperament. Judging from his bearing, Wen Xin is worthy of being the first."

Lin Chengfei picked up his pen and dipped it in ink. After thinking for a moment, he began to write on rice paper.

And the rest of the people, also began to Hua Hua began to write.

During this period of time, Lin Chengfei did not dare to say that he could give full play to the painting and calligraphy skills of the Qing xuanjushi, but there were always 30% and 40%.

Just this 13-40% is enough to make him proud of most of his peers and even many calligraphy masters.

Every typeface is at your fingertips.

Green ant new fermented grains wine, red mud small stove.

If you want snow in the evening, you can drink a cup of water.

Just a few lines, four words quatrains, soon appeared on the white paper in front of Lin Chengfei.

This is Bai Juyi's "ask Liu Xixi". Liu Xixi is Bai Juyi's best friend. This poem was written by Bai Juyi when he was living in seclusion in Luoyang in his later years because he wanted to snow in the evening and missed his good friend.

Just 20 words, no profound sustenance, no gorgeous words, but between the lines are filled with cheerful colors and warm and passionate feelings.

At a glance, you can feel the unique sense of freshness.

Lin Chengfei looked at the paper casually, then picked up the paper and gave it to the teacher who was in charge of taking in the paper.

At this time, most people, either in meditation, or in a careful stroke to write their own can write the best font.

Lin Chengfei was the only one who stood up and handed in the papers.

When the teacher saw the paper suddenly appeared in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, but soon took it over and put it aside.

This is the whole seat, there is not a minute, the boy handed in the paper, put it clearly is to come to play, can write what good words?

It's not worth paying attention to.

The eyes of these teachers are more on the potential students who already have some fame.

Looking at Lin Chengfei, who was the first one to come out of the competition, many people also despised him: "this boy, he has no real talent, what do you want to do? Is it disgraceful? "

"Do you want us to see him more? Are you crazy to be famous? "

"Sensationalism!"

Even the two judges couldn't see it. Chu Feng shook his head and sighed: "nowadays, young people are willing to work hard and practice hard. What is he? Just sit down and hand it in, just to attract other people's eyes to him? What's the point? "Jiang Shengli was also discontented and said: "impetuous and boastful, not ashamed but proud. Today's young people have no bottom line of morality. It's really heartbreaking for us

Lin Chengfei handed in the paper too fast, no one thought he could write a good pair of words, and even more people directly thought that he didn't write anything and handed in the white paper directly.

When Lin Chengfei returns to Xiao Xinran, Xiao Xinran looks at him anxiously: "what's the matter with you? Didn't you play well? "

"I played very well." Lin Chengfei said with a smile: "it's just a few words. How long does it take? Would you like to sit here for another day? This kind of thing should be done at will. If it is too deliberate, it will not achieve the best effect. "

About an hour ago, nearly 100 participants on the scene all submitted their own works, and the teachers also began the intensive screening.

Select the best ten works, and then give them to the judges. Chu Feng and Jiang Shengli, the two most professional and highly respected people, select the top three.

Because there are so many entries, there are also many teachers in the first round of screening. There are five of them. They look at the words and occasionally sigh and surprise.

It's a good one, but it's a bad one.

Soon, the works of Chu Wenxin, Tian Yucheng and AI Xinlan, who were already famous in calligraphy, were selected.

They didn't disappoint the teachers either. They seemed to have some momentum.

"The top three in the competition should be these three." A teacher frowned and said, "I thought there would be some black horses. Now it seems that there is no hope. They are all mediocre people."