I'm really the king of leaks

Chapter 1188 Is she in a dimly lit place?

The first round of the son-in-law competition is a calligraphy competition.

The Li family advocated calligraphy, and almost all the elders knew how to calligraphy, and some of them were even well-known in the calligraphy circle of Xicheng City.

Among the ten elders of the Li family, one of them is Li Fu, who is also the president of the Xicheng Calligraphy Association, and several other elders are also members of the Calligraphy Association.

This is also the reason why the first game is a calligraphy competition.

Without calligraphy skills, there is no qualification to be the son-in-law of the Li family. Of course, the calligraphy competition was set as one of the competition items, because the Li family is more inclined to Chen Xie, and the Li family has seen Chen Xie's calligraphy skills.

Before Chen Xie went to the northern border, among the young people in Xicheng City, his calligraphy level was unmatched.

"Grandpa, you suddenly have a calligraphy competition, aren't you embarrassing Xiaoyi?"

Li Moyu obviously didn't agree with this competition.

"Yu'er, calligraphy is the cultural heritage of our Li family, this competition is indispensable, otherwise, Xiao Yi will not be able to convince everyone as the son-in-law of our Li family!"

Li Sangong explained.

And Li Moyu said.

"I think it's just that you, Grandpa, prefer Chen Xie!"

Li Sangong smiled and said.

"How is it possible? Yu'er, everyone agrees with this event, and Xiao Yi also agrees. Just now he proposed that those who win three rounds in a row can get the black gold ancient sword. I think he still has some confidence , do you have no confidence in your favorite son-in-law?"

Regarding this remark, Li Moyu just pouted and did not continue to say anything.

If I had known that Li Sangong would do this, I wouldn't have told him in advance that I was going to bring Zhang Yi back for an engagement. It must be Li Sangong who informed Chen Xie, and Chen Xie would come over in time.

below.

Zhang Yi and Chen Xie were already seated.

In the calligraphy competition, you can choose various types of brushes, and the ink is also sharpened in advance on a high-end inkstone.Regular calligraphy is the safest choice for most people, and Chen Xie is also good at Chinese regular script. After all, big regular script, the strokes are too thick, it is difficult to master, not a master of calligraphy, dare not try it lightly on this kind of scene.

Even great calligraphers sometimes need multiple attempts to write vigorous and soulful calligraphy.

Chen Xie wrote a poem.

The Chinese regular script brush, one stroke at a time, fully demonstrates the skills.

After seeing it, all the people present clapped their hands and applauded. At an age in their early thirties, with this kind of brush skills, they are already very good.

On the other hand, on Zhang Yi's side, Chen Xie had finished writing, but Zhang Yi was still studying ink.

"This kid, I'm afraid he doesn't know how to use a brush?"

"Look at the way he grinds ink. No one grinds ink like that. You can tell that he has never written brush characters. Young people nowadays, I'm afraid they have completely forgotten the brush!"

"The things of the ancestors have been replaced by small squares. It's sad!"

"..."

People who are older are talking about it.

Most of them felt that Zhang Yi must have lost this round.

The delay in writing can only explain one point, he can't write at all, and he is just delaying time for the sake of face.

but.

If you keep procrastinating like this, can you save face?

In fact.

Zhang Yi was brewing at this time, and the master didn't come to write easily, he needed to brew the emotions in his chest, and contained these emotions in his pen and ink.

When thoughts sprout in my heart.

Zhang Yi spread out the longest roll of rice paper on the table with one hand.

He took off the huge brush of the big letters, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few sentences on the white paper.

People search for her thousands of Baidu.

Suddenly looking back.

Could she be in a dimly lit place?

These words and sentences were completed in one go in Zhang Yi's hands under the giant pen.Between the strokes, there is no general greatness, but a bit more desolation.

Where the dry ink is left blank, it is like the Cangshan Mountain and the sea of ​​clouds, and where the heavy ink is soaked, it is like the deepest thoughts.

No one can imagine that a young man who is only 20 years old actually has a master's demeanor when he writes these words.

He was immersed in the world of his own fonts, reaching a pure state of selflessness and forgetting everything.

In this realm, his words are his heart.

The word is like its person.

People are in lovesickness, and words are also in lovesickness.

Even, many people present were infected by the feeling between the lines.

Yes, I looked for her in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but was she in a dimly lit place?
The original verses are written in a kind of beauty, everything is in place, just right.And Zhang Yi made a slight change to that poem, and it immediately became another kind of poem that could touch the heart of the story.

Many people remembered her back then.

That she who was no longer in the dimly lit place!

As soon as this sentence came out, even Chen Xie, who was full of confidence just now, felt a little ashamed when he glanced at his own words.

but.

Being competitive by nature, he naturally wouldn't admit that Zhang Yi's handwriting was better than Chen Xie's.

So, he said it directly.

"What is written here?"

The scene was silent, and no one responded to Chen Xie's words.

Everyone felt the charm of Zhang Yi's calligraphy and was overwhelmed by it.

I was a little worried just now that Zhang Yi might lose to Chen Xie's Li Moyu. Now I am completely immersed in Zhang Yi's poems. Is he talking to me?

Must be!
Li Sangong stood up and reminded him.

"Fifth brother, you are the president of our West City Calligraphy Association. The result of this round of competition is naturally up to you to decide. Come and comment on it!"

Li Fu came back to his senses and nodded.

"Okay, Patriarch!"

Li Fu stepped down from his position.

He first walked to the side of Chen Xie's painting, appreciating it for a while, then nodded and said.

"That's right, this calligraphy is solid, and it's a good painting!"

then.

Li Fu walked to Zhang Yi's picture again, glanced casually, looked at Zhang Yi, and asked him a question.

"Young man, what are you writing? It's huge in big letters, it's not something people of your age can use. In my opinion, this writing is simply unsightly!"

Hearing such comments, the people below sighed.

However, the whimpering soon stopped, because Zhang Yi's opponent was Chen Xie, the king of the northern border.

Li Fu finished speaking.

Without even looking at Zhang Yi, he directly announced the result of the calligraphy competition to everyone.

"In this round of calligraphy competition, Chen Xie's brushwork is steady, and his works are top-grade! But Zhang Yi's works are graffiti, unsightly, and they are made for laymen."

"The first round of calligraphy competition, Chen Xie wins!"

When the results are announced.

Everyone present was surprised again, and many people thought, isn't this a distortion of the facts?
However, it's none of their business, so why should they offend Chen Xie?

Hearing this result, Zhang Yi laughed directly.

He thought that the Li family would help Chen Xie cheat, but he didn't expect to do it so blatantly.

"I disagree!"

Above, Li Moyu next to Li Sangong yelled.

"Uncle Wu, aren't you against what you just commented on? Zhang Yi's handwriting is so good that even I, who don't know much about calligraphy, can see it. Everyone below can see it, and you can see it too. Zhang Yi The words are far better than Chen Xie, so distorting the facts, what's the point of this competition?"

"If there is such a competition, what kind of competition for recruiting a son-in-law, cancel it!"

Li Moyu was angry.

(End of this chapter)