C544 Fly Down

It was unknown when the lightning arrived, but the hall was filled with light.

Suddenly, Xiao Yi frowned, his head felt as big as an ox.

Zhong Xiaoyu then raised her eyes and looked at Xiao Yi's face for a long time before his lips curled into a mischievous smile. Then, sshe crossed her small waist and stood up from the sofa, pointing at the saliva on Xiao Yi's face, he said in all seriousness: "Tsk tsk, really flew down three thousand feet, it's probably the Milky Way dropping nine thousand!"

As soon as she finished her sentence, Xia Wei started laughing so hard that she started to move back and forth. Laughter continued to echo within the large hall for a long time.

The autumn was growing stronger.

The sunlight finally revealed a bit of laziness. It was no longer the same stove that was used to bake. On this day, when the sunlight gently occupied every inch of the river, the entire river once again boiled spontaneously.

On the streets of Pen Hall, there were crowds of people moving shoulder to shoulder. Looking from the balcony of their house, they saw the packed crowd slowly moving on the ground like a group of ants.

The center of Jianghai City had never allowed anyone to whistle, but on this day, an exception appeared. The cars on the street all began to whistle crazily. This caused all the members of the Jianghai Police Station police to move out to stop the rebellion and prevent this river from being randomly spread.

"Quick, quick, quick, this year's National Calligraphy Competition is about to begin. "If I had been any later, I would have been too late."

"I'm already very fast. Can't you see the human wall in front of us?"

"Push forward a bit more."

"If I push forward a bit more, I'm afraid that a man like me will be squeezed sick."

… ….

The streets were crowded with people. It caused the temperature of the entire river and sea to rise by quite a few degrees.

However, even though the streets were so crowded. However, each and every one of their faces was lit up with excitement and jubilation. Amidst the crowd, everyone was dancing with joy and baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

Regardless of whether they truly liked calligraphy or not, that 3 million RMB stunt this year had already attracted the attention of most people. In addition, the locals of Jianghai had never held a calligraphy competition of such a national nature before. Therefore, the locals of Jianghai came to the scene and raised their necks, ready to watch a good show this time.

The banners were already hung on the three floors of Pen Hall.

The banner was written by the President of the National Book Association, Dong Yuanheng, this year: "Write good, read life, search for Scholar."

His words were steady and steady, each stroke smooth and round. Moreover, between the lines, there was a majestic aura. It was like heavy rain, but also like ten thousand horses galloping.

Dong Yuanheng watched this scene with a smile, and the corners of his mouth raised in a pleased and complacent smile. Dong Yuanheng had personally hosted so many years of calligraphy competition, but this year's calligraphy competition was the most grand one.

He looked at the dense crowd, as well as the flashing lights coming from the front. Dong Yuanheng nodded slightly, then opened his mouth and slowly said: "Elder Xu, this year's calligraphy competition is going to be very lively."

"It is indeed very lively." Beside him was an elder of the calligraphy world, his entire body lean and lean. After years of painstaking research on the cursive script, he had already gained a bit from it. Thick calluses had already formed on his fingers, and it was obvious that he had written quite a few words over the years.

He was the judge of the calligraphy competition, Xu Jiayi, the calligraphy world's Mt. Tai.

A middle-aged woman stood beside Xu Jiayi. She was dressed in a blue and white porcelain qipao and her face was covered in wind and frost. Looking down from the third floor of Pen Hall, he said: "I heard that this year's calligraphy competition's boss was sponsored by the young Xiao Yi. That was why it was much bigger than before. However, this calligraphy competition must follow one's own heart. "

The lively Elder Xu nodded his head, then said in a deep voice, "It really should be like this." When the time comes, we can't be biased when judging. Xiao Yi had also registered to participate in the calligraphy competition this time, if his words weren't good enough. "Well, don't even think about climbing these three floors."

The woman with the story was Yang Ruolan, also one of the top disciples in the calligraphy world. There were all sorts of words in it, but it was only written in a style that was proficient with Little Chalk. In the past few years, he had already established himself as a good player on Little kai.

Yang Ruolan and Dong Yuanheng were the doyens of the Book Association, and also the best in the world of calligraphy. All these years, these three people were the absolute authority in the calligraphy world. Especially in their respective fields, they were all at the top of the country.

Therefore, the judges for this calligraphy competition were these three people.

When Dong Yuanheng heard Xu Jiayi and Yang Ruolan's words, he understood that the two of them did not want to open a backdoor for Xiao Yi because he had invested. He hesitated for a moment, then let out a long sigh and slowly said: "That's fine, that's fine."