"Hmm, this font... I've never seen it before, but it looks really nice?"
Old Zhang stroked his beard, his eyes as round as copper bells.
"You old scoundrel, you dare to comment on calligraphy? Get out of my way! This style of calligraphy is unprecedented and will never be surpassed. Is this another level of calligraphy?"
Li Siye has gone mad.
"This poem paired with this shrimp picture is a perfect match! Kid, is this poem a metaphor for yourself?"
President Qi, as if he had found a treasure, took advantage of Li Siye's dazed state to snatch the shrimp picture and carefully put it into an exquisite box.
"What are you doing, you old dog Qi? That's my handwriting! Take it out for me!"
Li Siye realized what was happening and immediately became furious.
"Old Li, that's not right of you. This was clearly written by Xiao Chen for Xia Tu, how did it become yours?"
"Who is this 'Old Li'? I'd only give face to others if they also had the surname Li. How dare you mention Xia Tu? Aren't they using paper from my Li family?"
Li Siye went berserk on the spot, and the argument escalated to a point where they were completely enraged.
Even Chen Feng was pushed to the periphery and stood with Li Qingning.
"I never expected your handwriting to be so good. Even my grandfather went crazy."
Li Qingning said softly.
Chen Feng turned his head and said, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Then smile at me."
"Why?"
"You have a beautiful smile."
Li Qingning looked at Chen Feng, and suddenly the corners of her mouth curled up, revealing a beautiful smile.
"good!"
At that moment, Chen Feng was stunned, his mind filled with Li Qingning's smile, as gentle as a spring breeze.
But the next moment, he felt a chill down his spine because the noisy noise had stopped, and the eight old men were all looking at him.
Li Siye spoke first, "Boy, write me a piece of calligraphy like the one you just wrote right now, quickly."
"That old dog Li is going too far! Why should Xiao Chen write for you? You think he can just write it whenever you want?"
Old Yang spoke up.
"That's right, Xiao Chen is the vice president of my art association. Xiao Chen, hurry up and write the apple picture, then take a break and continue painting."
Qi Baishi was very kind, but his eyes were full of oppression when he looked at Chen Feng.
"You...you guys, don't force me! This kid is mine! None of you can take him away!"
Li Siye directly confronted the seven people, showing no fear whatsoever.
"So what if he's a vice president? Damn it, kid, from now on, you're the vice president of the calligraphy association. I said it, and now I order you to write something."
"Old Li, have you no shame?"
"Face? What is a face? I don't have one."
Li Siye went all out; the words he had just seen were haunting his mind like a nightmare.
In fact, their calligraphy association also encountered a problem: overseas Chinese and countries that use Chinese characters wanted to hold a calligraphy competition, and there were several masters who were even more skilled than those in China.
If we lose, we'll lose face for our ancestors.
The higher-ups care about this matter a lot, so they arranged for his son, Li Jingchang, to search for great calligraphers across the country. He's been busy with this matter recently.
But no one expected that the real masters would be right in front of them.
"That kid, as long as you become the vice president of my calligraphy association and write a piece of calligraphy for me today, Qing Ning will be yours as a reward."
"Damn it, this old dog Li has really gone mad. He's talking nonsense and even using his honey trap."
The old men of the art association were all stunned.
"Grandpa, you...you're disrespectful to your elders."
Li Qingning turned around and left; she simply couldn't stay there any longer.
Chen Feng secretly clicked his tongue in amazement; this old man really dared to speak his mind.
"Grandpa Li, don't worry, it's just a font. I'll write it for you. This 'Slender Gold' style isn't that great. I know a lot more."
Chen Feng's subtle arrogance is the most lethal.
Not only Li Siye, but all the other old men were stunned. What the hell? They said the same thing when they were painting, and now they're saying it when they're doing calligraphy?
"Why would I suddenly have the urge to go up and strangle him?"
"Don't just say it, I want to too."
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Chen Feng quickly said that he wanted to withdraw money from Apple.
This time, Chen Feng changed the font to Huaisu style.
The cursive script is ever-changing, with the brushstrokes flowing continuously. As the strokes surge down, everyone feels that Chen Feng's pen is dancing on the paper, unruly and endlessly.
The ancient courtyard has squares on the east and west sides, where the snow melts to reveal pink walls. The scenery is especially beautiful during the Grain Rain season, and the apple blossoms are fragrant with the scent of sparrow tongues.
Another line of poetry, another impromptu remark, describing an apple.
Moreover, the font is completely different from the previous shrimp image. The font is sometimes hidden and sometimes revealed, sometimes round and sometimes square, sometimes thick and sometimes thin, sometimes large and sometimes small, sometimes black and sometimes white, sometimes long and sometimes short, with a heavy texture and strong contrast.
It resembles a wisp of silk, yet it is graceful and not floating; it is like clouds moving and rain falling, yet it flows without slipping.
The arrangement is staggered and varied, with upright and slanted strokes complementing each other, the brushwork dynamic and the style ever-changing.
The lines give way to each other, moving swiftly left and right; the characters flow continuously, exchanging glances and conveying emotions.
Sometimes the end of the first character is the beginning of the next character; sometimes numbers are connected, creating a continuous momentum.
Like appreciating a piece of music, sometimes it's like a stampede of horses, sometimes like a babbling brook, and sometimes it comes to an abrupt end. It's a journey of ups and downs, a surge of emotion, a leap of energy, a whirlwind of emotions.
In addition, Chen Feng's writing was so fluid and unrestrained, sometimes large, sometimes small, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, with powerful strokes, expansive momentum, elegant style, and dramatic ups and downs that it was truly awe-inspiring.
The group of people were stunned, and even Li Qingning, who had gone out and then came back in, was frozen in place.
"This...this is another font style, oh my god."
Li Siye became incoherent on the spot.
"Kid, oh no, wind, hurry up and write it for me."
Chen Feng didn't refuse and started writing immediately. His pen flew across the paper, this time in the style of Huaisu.
Prelude to Water Melody
When will the moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the heavens. I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace. I long to ride the wind and return, yet I fear the jade towers and crystal palaces are too cold at such heights. I dance with my shadow, how can it compare to being in the mortal world?
The moon shines through the red pavilion, lowers its light through the embroidered window, illuminating my sleepless night. There should be no resentment, yet why is the moon always full when we are apart? People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, and such things have always been imperfect. I only wish that we may all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even from afar.
That's right, Chen Feng wrote a timeless poem.
Li Siye held the calligraphy with overwhelming joy, as if he were holding his own child.
But Old Liu was not calm.
"This...this word...this...Li Laogou, put it down for me."
He roared loudly, disregarding everything else, pushed Li Siye aside on the spot, and then looked at the poem and burst into tears.
Li Siye was dumbfounded. "Damn, this is the handwriting Chen Feng wrote for me. You're so arrogant. Huh?"
"What the hell are you crying about?"
"You vulgar people, you vulgar people."
Old Liu, with tears streaming down his face, said, "Old Li, take a closer look at this poem! This poem is worth billions of times more than these words!"
Everyone was utterly stunned, then looked at "Prelude to Water Melody" with serious expressions.
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