A few minutes later, the sound of shoe soles hitting the floor echoed in the empty corridor, step by step, as if with a loudspeaker, it reached everyone's ears very clearly.
They could hear the footsteps getting heavier and the people getting closer.
Everyone's eyes fell in the direction of the door in unison.
I can't take my eyes off it.
All the people just watched the man slowly walk in from the corridor.
The figure that looked old but still full of energy gradually came into everyone's eyes.
The audience burst into thunderous applause, which lasted for a long time.
Until Geng Shushan took a seat in the middle of the judges' bench.
This is a generation of legends in the calligraphy world, and even an authority in the calligraphy world.
The host was obviously very excited, and his voice was subconsciously elevated, "Since Chairman Geng is here, let's ask Chairman Geng to make a few comments."
After the host finished speaking, a staff member immediately placed the four words Zhao Xinyu had just written in front of Geng Shushan.
Zhao Xinyu clenched her hands into fists, waiting for Geng Shushan's comment, her heart was so nervous that it wanted to jump out of her chest.
In addition to being nervous, there is also a bit of anxiety.
Geng Shushan looked at the four words on the table indifferently, and his already indifferent expression sank inch by inch.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to make a few comments, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the competition area from the corner of his eye.
The childishness faded away, and the whole person came out even more stunning.
Geng Shushan rubbed his eyes to make sure that he read it correctly.
Nie Donghai sensed Geng Shushan's gaze, lowered his head slightly, and said softly, "That's the competition area over there. There are a total of thirty-one people participating in this calligraphy competition, Zhao Xinyu is thirty, and she is thirty-one." .¡±
"You just said she was a contestant? No. 31?" Geng Shushan froze for a moment, then turned his head to ask him.
Nie Donghai didn't know why, but he nodded anyway.
Geng Shushan, who had a cold face on his face, suddenly laughed out loud, and moved his mouth closer to Mai, "Let the No. 31 contestant do the commenting."
Probably no one expected that Geng Shushan asked the contestants to comment on Zhao Xinyu's words, and the expressions on the faces of all the people in the venue were exactly the same.
Including Nie Donghai too.
He had read the information about this man named Li Yun, who was recommended by the Xiaocheng Calligraphy Association, and he was not even a member, nor did he have any representative works.
Why did Geng Shushan treat him so differently?
Li Yun pursed her lips, stood up with her hands in her pockets, her cold face was calm and breezy, without any expression similar to shock or surprise, she was extremely calm.
Her pace was unhurried, she walked up the steps step by step, and then stood next to Zhao Xinyu where the spotlights converged.
With the comparison, everyone realized that Zhao Xinyu's rather delicate face was dulled and dull by Li Yun.
Li Yun tilted his head, half-closed his eyes, and casually glanced at the big screen, his eyes curled up a bit surly.
"This word is really pretty."
When Zhao Xinyu heard Li Yun say this, the smile on the corner of her lips deepened a lot, she bent over, very humble, "Thank you."
"Since you are Master Ly's apprentice, then Master Ly should have taught you more than four words."
Li Yun's long legs were slightly bent, he raised his eyelids, and his eyes wandered loosely, falling on the rice paper not far away.
As if chatting about homework, he talked to Zhao Xinyu, "Why don't you write a few more words? Huh?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com