Almighty see-through doctor

Chapter 11 Calligraphy Appreciation

What a sway!

What a strong and powerful one!

In less than 5 minutes, Tang Baotian completed a calligraphy work in running script.

It is a love poem: Shangxie, I want to know each other with you, and my life will never die.There are no hills in the mountains, and the rivers are exhausted.Winter thunder shakes, summer rains and snows.The heaven and the earth are united, but dare to break with the king!

After finishing writing, Tang Baotian took a special look at Liu Mengying.

The longing eyes seem to be saying: "Ying'er, I am tall, rich, handsome, and talented, and now I am showing love so much, the next step depends on your performance!"

Liu Mengying did not pay attention to Tang Baotian's eyes, and then quietly looked at the calligraphy works on the wall.

"Xiao Chuan, it's your turn!" Class monitor Wang Lihui reminded Xiao Chuan.

Xiao Chuan nodded, and slowly walked towards the front desk.

"You really dare to go up, walk slowly, don't fall down!"

"I don't know if I can hold a brush!"

"It's really overestimated, without self-knowledge!"

A group of boys next to him sarcastically satirized Xiao Chuan again.

Xiao Chuan didn't care what these people were saying at all, walked to the front desk, came to the wall, and said to several staff members: "Thank you, you can go down now."

Several staff immediately went down.

Tang Baotian didn't go down, but stood aside, with his arms folded, using Xiao Chuan's eyes to see a joke, waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

Xiao Chuan picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing.

In the past, he only practiced calligraphy occasionally, let alone writing on the rice paper on the wall, and now he feels somewhat guilty.

But at the moment of writing, he suddenly felt that his right hand became extremely powerful and flexible.As if disobedient to his command, write directly.

Master of Arts Inheritance!

At this moment, Xiao Chuan believed that his master art inheritance could completely help him!

In less than 3 minutes, a calligraphy work was completed.

It is an ancient poem: the mighty sorrow of leaving and the day is slanting, and the east point of the whip is the end of the world.Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle.

Then it is marked as Gong Zizhen's ancient poem "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai", and the name and date are written at the end.

At this moment, the hall was very quiet, even Tang Baotian and a group of his buddies did not make a sound.

Because everyone felt that Xiao Chuan's handwriting was okay, although it was not as chic and powerful as Tang Baotian's, but there was nothing wrong with it.

After Xiao Chuan finished writing, he suddenly flicked the brush aside.

"What are you doing?!" Tang Baotian covered his face and glared at Xiao Chuan, "You threw ink all over my face!"

Xiao Chuan smiled faintly: "Sorry, you are too close to me."

"You wait!" Tang Baotian gave Xiao Chuan a vicious look, then turned and left.

There was ink on his face, and he had to wash it off, and on this occasion, a face was a must.

"Ying'er, which of these two calligraphy works do you think is better?" Wang Lihui looked at Liu Mengying and asked with a smile.

Liu Mengying looked at it for a while, then shook her head slightly: "It's not appropriate for me to make a judgment now, I'd better make a phone call. There are calligraphers among the guests accompanying my parents, I invite a few calligraphers to come and appreciate it."

He took out his cell phone and made a call softly.

Everyone waited for a few minutes, Tang Baotian came back after washing his face, and three calligraphers also came to the scene.

"Three professors, please comment on the calligraphy works of the two students." Liu Mengying said to the three calligraphers with a smile.

The three calligraphers nodded and walked to the two works to watch them.

After watching for only 1 minute, one of the old people with a cane and a beautiful goatee suddenly expressed emotion: "Good! Great! This work is a rare masterpiece of calligraphy. The brushwork is exquisite and unrestrained. No matter From the point of view of the brush, the structure, or the overall effect, it has the demeanor of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi! Great!"

"Okay, really good! A perfect and unique work!" The other two calligraphers also nodded frequently.

"Thank you, thank you!" Tang Baotian took a step forward, smiled and nodded at the three calligraphers, then at Liu Mengying, and then waved at his classmates, "I have practiced calligraphy for many years, and now I can get the affirmation and appreciation of so many experts. I am really flattered! Please rest assured, I will definitely continue to work hard in the future!"

Hehe smiled, and finally looked at Xiao Chuan with a proud face.

Xiao Chuan just smiled lightly.

"Oh, may I ask, who are you?" The old man on crutches looked at Tang Baotian and asked with a smile.

Tang Baotian walked to the side of his work and pointed to the name in the corner: "Look, this is my name, Tang of Tang Dynasty, Bao of Sword, Tian of Heaven and Earth! Tang Baotian!"

"Oh!" The old man on crutches pointed at Xiao Chuan's work, "Sorry, what I just said was this work, not yours!"

"Oh, my God!" Tang Baotian was startled and blushed.

"No way?!" A group of his buddies were also extremely surprised.

The students were also stunned.

Are Xiao Chuan's works better than Tang Baotian's? !

Xiao Chuan smiled: "Senior, please see clearly."

"Yes, Professor Bai, please look carefully, what you just said is really Xiao Chuan's work?" Liu Mengying asked curiously.

"Of course!" The old man on crutches smiled and nodded, "When I saw this work, I felt ten years younger!"

"I feel like spring breeze!"

"I am spiritually multiplied!"

The other two calligraphers said that they couldn't stop nodding at Xiao Chuan's works.

"What about this work?" Liu Mengying asked, pointing to Tang Baotian's work.

The old man on crutches shook his head: "I dare not make an evaluation!"

"Neither do we dare." The other two calligraphers also shook their heads.

"Could it be a masterpiece?" Wang Lihui, the squad leader, asked loudly.

The three calligraphers shook their heads and said together: "Don't dare to make judgments lightly!"

"Hahahaha..." Tang Baotian laughed loudly, "I was startled just now, I thought the three calligraphers thought my work was not good just now! Three experts, no matter what you say, I will accept it humbly!"

Turning his head, he once again looked at Xiao Chuan arrogantly.

Xiao Chuan still smiled lightly.

"Yes, Professor Bai, you just need to make comments." Liu Mengying smiled and nodded at Professor Bai, "You are a senior, an old professor, and an old calligrapher, so of course you are qualified to make comments."

"Okay, I'll tell the truth!" The old man with a cane nodded and pointed at Tang Baotian's work with his cane, "Tang Baotian's work can be described in two words."

"Which two words?" Tang Baotian asked hastily.

Xiao Chuan, Liu Mengying and their classmates all looked at the old man holding a cane.

"great!"

"Bullshit!"

"First!"

"Feng Shen!"

A group of Tang Baotian's buddies roared excitedly.

"No!" The old man with a cane shook his head, and poked Tang Baotian's calligraphy with his cane, "Two words...garbage!"

When Tang Baotian heard this, his face turned green.

"Fuck, will you appreciate it?"

"What a fart, nonsense!"

"Tang Shao's work is definitely a masterpiece!"

"What kind of eyes are you, old fellow!"

When Tang Baotian's buddies heard this, they all shouted angrily at the old man on crutches.Another classmate clenched his hands into fists, looking like he was about to go on stage and beat the old man up.