Chapter 288 289 The ancestor who led their Liang style has returned (
second update)
Bai Shi nodded and said calmly: "Yes."
Mu Yiqi and Dong Xiaobai looked at each other, especially Dong Xiaobai. Bai Shi's answer was unexpected, but reasonable.
Although surprised, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
"How are you doing with Liang style?" Dong Xiaobai asked.
Bai Shi narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's okay."
It's okay.
"Liang style is difficult to learn. It requires high wrist strength," Dong Xiaobai nodded. It was not surprising. There were not many people in Jiangjing who were good at Liang style. "But it's okay. We have communicated with the venue staff tomorrow. You just need to perform normally."
As long as Bai Shi can do it, it's fine.
Dong Xiaobai was completely relieved. As long as she could do Liang Ti, she wouldn't have to worry since the main focus tomorrow would not be on her.
After Bai Xi went upstairs, he called Mr. Dong.
**
The next day.
Cultural Square.
Dong Xiaobai brought Ren Wanxuan over.
Ren Wanxuan had a plaster cast on her hand and her face was pale. Dong Chuan was with her.
Dong Xiaobai introduced a young woman to her, "Wanxuan, this is Yajun I told you about. She is the number one Liang Ti in the Calligraphy Association and was taught by the old president himself. Yajun, this is Wanxuan, Xiaochuan's girlfriend."
Xu Yajun glanced at Ren Wanxuan, smiled and nodded at her, "Hello, I'm Xu Yajun."
Ren Wanxuan looked at Xu Yajun. In fact, they had met in Xiangcheng last year.
But at that time, she was not worthy of Xu Yajun's attention, and Xu Yajun didn't remember her at all.
Now she was just thinking, Xu Yajun, whether she had any relationship with Xu Jinyi last
night, they both had the last name Xu. "Hello." Xu Yajun didn't remember, and Ren Wanxuan wouldn't mention it.
Xu Yajun seemed to be in a hurry, and hurriedly said hello and left.
After Xu Yajun left, Dong Xiaobai said to Ren Wanxuan, "Are you surprised that I specifically introduced this Miss Xu to you?"
"You tell me."
"Xu Yajun's family is ordinary. She used to live in the suburbs and now lives in Guangyuan District. These are not important," Dong Chuan's eyes were still on Xu Yajun, explaining for Dong Xiaobai, "What is important is her other identity. She is a student of the president of the Calligraphy Association. She is young, and the next president of the Calligraphy Association should be her without any surprises."
The current president of the Calligraphy Association is the confidant of the old man of the Chen family.
The president of the Calligraphy Association writes Liang style, the head of the Guzheng school, and was first famous for "The White-clothed Walk".
Both masters have an extraordinary relationship with the old man of the Chen family.
In fact, if you look at the trend in recent years, you will know why Liang style is so popular. It is all because of the Chen family behind it.
The Chen family is a large family that has been passed down for thousands of years. There are many children in the family, and they are prominent in the political arena, scientific research elites, business tycoons... They have people in almost every field.
Many people use connections to join the calligraphy association just to integrate into this circle.
Pretending to be cultured is just a byproduct.
Ren Wanxuan seemed to understand.
**
The innermost lounge.
There are three black-clad bodyguards guarding the door.
In the lounge, Xu Yajun stopped writing and waited for the ink to dry.
Next to her, the president picked up her handwriting and sent it to the Yuanyue Tea Room next to it to show it to Mr. Chen who was sitting in the middle.
Mr. Chen was watching Dean Jian brew tea. Dean Jian's action surprised him: "Who did you learn this from?"
The white porcelain was snow-white and had a faint fragrance.
"From a little friend," Dean Jian put down the tea and tapped it three times, passing the tea to Mr. Chen, "I'll introduce her to you later, you must like her."
The two drank tea and admired the handwriting brought by the president of the Calligraphy Association.
Dean Jian also admired the handwriting, "Yajun's calligraphy skills have improved a lot. If this one is taken out, it will probably be auctioned for a good price."
Xu Yajun is a student of the president of the Calligraphy Association, so the Calligraphy Association naturally supports her strongly.
She is beautiful and talented, and she writes in the mainstream Liang style. She has also become a little star in the calligraphy world and has many calligraphy fans.
"It's rare to be willing to practice hard," Master Chen nodded, with admiration on his face, "Although not as good as our ancestors, as a girl, with naturally weak wrist strength, you have already begun to show your style."
The president of the Calligraphy Association also smiled. He went out and gave the calligraphy to Xu Yajun, "The old man is very optimistic about you, but you still need to be humble and learn. Let's put this calligraphy in the middle of our platform for display so that they can see it and take pictures."
Xu Yajun did not look happy, she just took it respectfully, "Yes, teacher."
After Dean Jian received Master Chen, he came out and Lao Hu was waiting for him outside.
"What a pity," he took the process sheet from Lao Hu, and Dean Jian sighed, "Xu Yajun is a little over the age limit, otherwise I wouldn't have to worry about her being the youth representative this time."
He played mahjong with Ji Heng two days ago and hinted at it a few times.
He also didn't get any news about Bai Shi
's Liang style. "You don't have to worry too much," Lao Hu said in a nice way, "Miss Bai has always had her own thoughts, and foreign friends don't understand our words. At most, the fans of Liang style will say a few more words."
Dean Jian also thought that Bai Shi was not an impulsive person, especially...
He had been thinking for a long time that Bai Shi would grow a spear, so would she be able to do Liang style.
That's why he didn't refuse when he saw Bai Shi's name at first sight.
**
The huge indoor square of Cultural Plaza.
The ground inside the square was covered with red carpets, and there were numerous small exhibition stands for calligraphy and painting. The sunken central exhibition stand in the center was the opening ceremony platform.
Fresh peonies and plum blossoms were placed around the stage. The pink and red peonies bloomed in harmony, looking cool and noble.
Reporters surrounded both sides.
There were only four rows of seats, with ten seats in each row, and they were all friends and VIPs from four countries.
Only Zhou Wennan from the North City Calligraphy Association could sit in the last row to watch the ceremony. As for the rest of the people in North City, they all stood around like the reporters.
The Jian family was naturally the same.
But -
the Jian family was very sharp-eyed and noticed that in the last row, next to Zhou Wennan, there was a young man sitting.
"Grandpa," the old man from the Jian family who was following Jian Zhonghai said in shock, "Why is Young Master Jian Zhe sitting there?"
The Jian family's eyes were all on the central exhibition stand.
When the old man said this, they saw that the label behind the first seat from the left in the last row was exactly two words -
Jian Zhe.
From Dean Shu at the beginning to now, the Jian family began to eagerly want to know why this happened.
Those who can sit here are all masters in the calligraphy world, or people who have a certain influence among calligraphers. Jian Zhe... has nothing to do with these, right?
Mr. Chen was sitting in the middle of the first row. The media took photos in an orderly manner and recorded the whole process.
Bodyguards stood on both sides of the first row.
Outside the cordon, armed police were maintaining order.
Mr. Chen was present in person today, and the number of reporters coming and going was twice as many as yesterday.
**
Backstage.
There was heating in the lounge.
Bai Di took off her outer windbreaker and only wore a white dress with tea flowers.
In the lounge for going on stage, Bai Di pushed the door open and Cai Xin was already sitting inside. Hearing the door open, he did not look up, but was sitting on the sofa, playing with a wolf-hair brush in his hand.
It was as if no one had come in.
It was Cai Xin who performed on the same stage with her. Bai Di had heard Jian Zhe introduce her.
Bai Shi's cultivation is only for the right people, and she didn't care. She sat on the other side, took out her mobile phone, and slowly flipped through the paper.
When she was about to go on stage, Cai Xin went out.
When she came back, the program manager smiled at them gently, "Xiao Cai, classmate Bai, it's your turn, don't be nervous."
Bai Shi tidied her sleeves and stood up slowly.
Opposite her, Cai Xin looked up at her.
**
Outside, on the middle booth.
The host introduced Bai Shi and Cai Xin, and translated it again in two languages.
When Mu Yiqi arrived, Dong Xiaobai and others were looking for seats in the front row. Fortunately, there were a few people from the Book Association in front who knew Dong Xiaobai and Ren Wanxuan, and gave up their seats for them to watch the ceremony.
And asked why Ren Wanxuan didn't go on stage.
Next to Dong Xiaobai, Mu Yiqing looked at the densely packed reporters around her and listened to the obvious voices of several young people, "No problem, right?" "
I've told Minister Cai," Dong Xiaobai comforted her, "Don't worry."
Mu Yiqing's eyes fell on the man sitting on the far right in the middle of the first row. He was wearing a duckbill cap, his back was straight, and his sitting posture was lazy. His mood gradually relaxed, "It should be fine."
On the stage, the desk and the four treasures of the study were all placed.
The host introduced enthusiastically: "Next are our two young representatives!"
Sparse applause rang out, and many fans at the scene shouted the names of "Cai Xin" and "Xu Yajun". Occasionally, the name of the new star in the literary world, Ren Wanxuan, would be mentioned, but rarely.
The girl in white went on stage.
The live camera first gave her a close-up shot.
The girl's beautiful face was not blind in the official live camera, and she looked very beautiful.
But this group of people who love calligraphy have never seen her.
[Who is this? ]
[I heard that she is a new member of the calligraphy association, her name is Ren, who is this Bai Shi? ]
[This is the girl from Jiangda who was very popular in the last video. Did she go to the wrong set? ]
[I checked and found that she is a member of the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association, but her calligraphy level is 0? ? ? ]
[……]
The Four Countries Exchange Conference is not very popular, and there are only tens of thousands of fans online in the official live broadcast room, but because Bai Shi was very popular last time, many people clicked in directly, and finally the "calligraphy level is 0" operation attracted a lot of viewers.
Many people present were watching the live broadcast and video while watching the scene.
Mu Yixi saw that the camera was almost always on Bai Xi, and Cai Xin only appeared a few times.
Several young people who were learning calligraphy nearby also received the news.
Mu Yixi was stunned for a moment, "She didn't pass the exam?"
Didn't Bai Xi say that her calligraphy was okay?
Of course, this is not the problem now. Mu Yixi looked at Dong Xiaobai, "Didn't you tell Minister Cai that why the camera is always on Ah Xi?"
Dong Xiaobai also found it strange. He took out his mobile phone. He was more anxious than Mu Yixi, "Don't worry, I'll ask." If
something went wrong at this conference, their Dong family would be the first to bear the brunt!
I'm afraid they will all fade out of this circle in the future.
Dong Xiaobai has begun to regret why he gave Ren Wanxuan a connection.
But Minister Cai's phone has not been answered.
Dong Xiaobai and Mu Yiqing are both smart people. Seeing that no one answered Minister Cai's phone, they probably knew why. Dong Xiaobai broke out in a cold sweat.
**
Backstage.
Minister Cai turned off his phone and threw it aside.
He slowly took out a cigarette and said slowly: "All the shots are given to this Bai Shi."
"No shots for Master Cai?" The staff was stunned.
Minister Cai lit the cigarette, and the smoke filled the air: "No, after she finishes writing, she will give Cai Xin's handwriting a shot. Our Cai Xin doesn't care about these."
"You are so generous." The staff said sincerely.
After all, the four-country exchange meeting is the fastest way to become famous.
Minister Cai flicked the ash from his cigarette and smiled inconspicuously. Dong Xiaobai was so anxious that he called him and invited him to dinner just to cover up this white-scented level. He actually did nothing but directed the camera.
After all,
the youth representative matter was taken over by the Dong family. Even if something went wrong, the source could only be the Dong family.
He and Dong Xiaobai were competitors. In order to pull Dong Xiaobai off the stage, Minister Cai didn't even give face to Mu Yiqing this time.
There are gains and losses, and it takes a lot of effort.
In the middle of the booth, the host smiled and said, "Let's appreciate the style of the younger generation!"
The camera completely switched to the girls.
Under the high-definition camera.
The girl was wearing a white tea-colored pleated skirt, her hair was casually tied up with a hairpin, and the slightly drooping hair crossed her cold white cheeks. When she raised her eyes slightly, under the bright lights in the venue, you could see her careless, wanton and dark eyes.
She held a wolf-hair brush in her right hand. Under the camera, her joints were clearly visible and strong, and her left hand loosely grasped the sleeve of her right hand. She
started writing with a heavy brushstroke -
[Self-improvement and perseverance, and great virtue to carry all things]
The eight big characters jumped onto the paper. It was clearly an inspiring sentence, but the obvious character carried a murderous aura like a sword.
Under the magnified camera on the scene, the calligraphers who had been talking non-stop stopped
and looked at this line of eight characters quietly.
Even through the camera, those netizens seemed to be able to see through these words the image of a person in white clothes bravely breaking into Fengdu.
Liang Zewen's Liang style, each person has a different style when writing, his words are gentle.
However, his unruly disciple's handwriting is proud and rugged, and it carries a murderous intent. There are not many authentic works left. For so many years, almost no one can replicate the style of Bai Xiangjun. Even President Jiang Jing can only appreciate one or two of his style.
Until today, this girl who was also wearing a white tea flower dress put down her wolf hair brush, raised her head slightly, faced the camera, and under the spotlights of countless reporters, she smiled lightly and silently announced to everyone that
their Liang style ancestor is back.
OK, OK, about the matter of everyone in my family catching a cold from me...