Writing calligraphy works with eyes blindfolded is a difficult challenge, but this guy dared to agree, it seems that he is indeed a master.
Of course, he is also the champion of the provincial youth calligraphy competition. If there is no three points, how can he go to Liangshan.
Both of them were blindfolded and stood in front of the desk. The next performance was Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, each showing their magical powers. Everyone held their breath and stared at the two with wide eyes.
Almost at the same time, the two grabbed the pen and poured the ink.
Zhang Xu's works are good at cursive script, known as the sage of cursive script. His superb brushwork and bold and unrestrained temperament are beyond the reach of the world. What the two of them are writing now is Zhang Xu's work, and it is very rare for ordinary people to be able to imitate it three-pointedly.
Now that the two of them are blindfolded, they are ordinary people, and it is already remarkable that they don't write on the table. But the two are indeed different. This master from the University of Political Science and Law is a new student. Huang Yusong heard that he had won the provincial calligraphy competition championship, and it took a lot of effort to pull him into the association. Originally, with his arrogant personality, he didn't care about these things at all.
In the past, when he was practicing calligraphy hard, he used to be blindfolded. After practicing for a while, he felt pretty good. Moreover, he has always been extremely conceited. He should be the champion of calligraphy in the province, so what are you afraid of?
Huang Yusong was very nervous watching him write, but he himself was very confident.
Write it all the way, sign it, and throw the pen.
Strangely, there was no sound in the entire association room.
When he took off the silk scarf, he found Gu Qiu sitting there, looking at himself with a smile on his face, "It's finished!"
He looked towards Gu Qiu, and suddenly he was dripping with sweat.
He didn't even know when Gu Qiu finished writing. Judging by his calm look, he must have rested for a long time.
Looking at Gu Qiu's calligraphy again, it's obviously not at the same level as me. So he looked at Gu Qiu in horror, what kind of person is this?
Huang Yusong's face was ugly. It was obvious that Gu Qiu was better in terms of speed and style of work.
But fortunately, there is one last chance.
Everyone suddenly booed, screaming happily, Zuo Xiaojing saw this scene in front of her, she was ecstatic, her smile bloomed like a blooming flower.
"We won, we won!"
A group of people shouted, Huang Yusong said: "What's the hurry, there is another one."
Zuo Xiaojing said: "Yes, there is one more match, how do you plan to compare?"
Huang Yusong looked at his younger brother, "Competitive skills! Write a piece of work with your own ability. Always copying, what is your real ability? A real calligrapher must have his own unique works."
It's time to do real kung fu, Gu Qiu looked at Huang Yusong and laughed, "Okay, since you want to compare, then do it thoroughly."
Gu Qiu yelled at Tan Zhifang, "Lay paper!"
Tan Zhifang knew that Gu Qiu was going to play for real, so he said to Zuo Xiaojing, "Hurry up and get the paper."
Zuo Xiaojing said: "Isn't there?"
"Stupid, take the best paper you have here." Zuo Xiaojing understood, and she immediately thought of the work Gu Qiu wrote last time, almost to the point of pretending to be real, so this time he went all out , must surpass the last result.
Zuo Xiaojing ran into the office, took out the rice paper she was reluctant to use, and took out her favorite brush and high-quality thick ink.
Everything was done, Gu Qiu stood there, because he showed his hand just now, many people looked at him with a look of admiration. Imagine if a person could write such beautiful calligraphy blindfolded like Gu Qiu, then his calligraphy attainments would definitely be called a masterpiece.
Most of the people present are members of the Calligraphy Association. If they are still ordinary people, then Gu Qiu is already a god-level figure. This gap cannot be developed overnight.
In this competition, it was not two people who wrote together, but Gu Qiu who came first.
Stretching his posture, Gu Qiu approached the desk and casually grabbed the brush that was as thick as a thumb.
Since it is free play, as long as the writing is beautiful, you can write whatever you want. Gu Qiu picks up the pen, fills it with ink, spreads his legs, and writes calmly.
The magpies are startled by the bright moon and the other branches, and the cicadas are called by the breeze in the middle of the night. In the fragrance of rice flowers, it is said that there is a good year, and one can hear the sound of frogs.
Seven or eight stars away, two or three o'clock in front of the rainy mountain, beside the forest in the old Maodian society, I suddenly saw the bridge at the turn of the road.
¡ª¡ªWalking on the Yellow Sand Road on a moonlit night on the Xijiang River, XinThen take off your clothes and run naked. Then, what should I paint on your body? "
"Oh, camera, who has a camera! Take off their clothes and let them run naked!"
"Take off your clothes, take off your clothes!"
Those boys all booed, and some bold girls also laughed, and shouted, strip them all!
Hearing that the clothes were going to be stripped, Huang Yusong refused to accept it at first, but unexpectedly, Tan Zhifang stripped his shirt and went to untie his belt. He panicked, "My name, my name¡ª¡ª "
Inviting Zuo Xiaojing over, Zuo Xiaojing was a little embarrassed, but she was pushed in front of the other party, and there was nothing she could do.
Huang Yusong called softly, "Gu, aunt, aunt¡ª"
"What? Can't hear you! Did you hear me?"
Tan Zhifang pulled his throat, and everyone answered loudly, "No!"
In Huang Yusong's eyes, murderous anger had already burst out, but he had no choice but to shout again, grandma!
Zuo Xiaojing frowned, it was really weird. Huang Yusong is several years older than her, and she is not shy in front of so many people. She said to Huang Yusong: "Huang Yusong, remember, don't be too arrogant."
Huang Yusong's face darkened, "Can we go now?"
Gu Qiu said, "The first clause in the agreement, if you lose, draw a turtle on your face, crawl out from here, and never enter the gate of the Normal University again."
"you¡ª¡ª"
Huang Yusong was trembling with anger, staring at Gu Qiu as if he was going to kill someone.
"Climb, climb!" Tan Zhifang took pleasure in his misfortune and booed there, and the boys from the Normal University, who were not to be trifled with, followed suit one by one. Huang Yusong and others were pushed down to the ground by them, and they crawled out one by one.
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