Li Siye was drinking tea alone not far from the room; he had no interest in painting.
But seeing a group of old men excited like children, he couldn't help but want to go over and take a look, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Li Qingning stood behind Chen Feng the whole time, helping him mix paints. She had been learning music, chess, calligraphy, and painting since she was a child, so she was very skilled at these things.
She would occasionally watch Chen Feng paint, and a hint of admiration would appear on her face.
This man seems to be able to be number one in everything.
Chen Feng was drawing very carefully; the group of old men in front of him were figures who could make China tremble with a stomp of their feet.
Moreover, as a patriotic young man, Chen Feng had to create a truly stunning painting for the global art competition. In his opinion, the shrimp painting was indeed hasty, but it was definitely a national treasure.
This time, Chen Feng was indeed very serious. He spent three hours drawing five apples, and now only the final touches are left.
When he focused intently on finishing the final touches, blew on the painting, and thus completely completed this masterpiece.
Shrimp paintings have become national treasures; now, fruit paintings are astonishing the world.
"It's done. Gentlemen, how's my drawing?"
"You son of a bitch, this kid is awful, he's cursing at us again, I can't stand it."
Old Yang immediately rolled up his sleeves, extremely angry.
The other old men, also shocked, stared at Chen Feng with unfriendly expressions.
What the hell?
Chen Feng was stunned. He had only intended to feign humility and show off a little, but how had he managed to provoke such a public outcry?
"Kid, are you getting cocky? Are you mocking the old men in my art association as useless? This painting, this masterpiece, and you actually insulted it with just 'it's alright'?"
Old Li cautiously tried to touch it, but Chairman Qi slapped him away.
"It's too perfect. Is this the legendary surreal painting? It's really too perfect."
"President, in this global art competition, China has stood up!"
At this moment, the old men burst into tears. They had suffered so much. They had never won a championship in any global art competition over the years. The painters from those Western countries were just too damn despairing.
But now, with Chen Feng's two paintings on display, those Western painters' oil paintings are nothing compared to this. Our country is full of talented people; their abilities cannot be described as merely "awesome."
"Xiao Chen, from now on you will live here and not go anywhere else."
"Yes, yes, from now on, you will be the vice president of my art association. If that's not enough, you can even be the president."
"What? You're still running a company? Damn it, you've already hooked up with Qing Ning, what's the point of running a company? Her family has nothing but lots of money."
"What? You want fame too? Want to be an official? I'll make you mayor!"
"What kind of songs are you singing? The entertainment industry is a mess, how can you smear yourself like this?"
A group of old men were talking all at once, and Chen Feng couldn't move because he was tightly surrounded, as they were afraid he would run away.
He could only helplessly turn to Li Qingning, who was isolated from him.
"Um, gentlemen, please don't be in such a hurry. Chen Feng hasn't inscribed the name yet. Let him inscribe it first."
Li Qingning suppressed a laugh and spoke up to defuse the situation, but the more popular Chen Feng was, the happier she became.
Fate can be so unpredictable; a chance encounter in a cemetery led me to meet this guy.
"Yes, yes, we also need to add an inscription, and that shrimp painting should be included as well."
The old men dispersed, Li Qingning began grinding ink, and Chen Feng, without refusing, first inscribed the shrimp painting.
At this moment, Li Siye also came over. When he saw the apple picture, he was quite surprised. This kid's painting skills are amazing.
The brush hovered over the blank space of the shrimp painting, unable to make a stroke for a long time. He was thinking about what kind of poem to write.
Li Siye looked at Chen Feng for a long time without moving, then said, "Boy, do you not know how to write calligraphy? Do you want me to teach you?"
President Qi Baishi also thought that Chen Feng was worried about his handwriting, so he nodded and said, "Little Chen, although Li Laogou can't paint, his calligraphy is famous in the circle. He also holds the title of vice president of the calligraphy association. You can let him replace you."
The other old men also seemed to agree, as if they were certain that Chen Feng couldn't write.
Chen Feng smiled and said, "Grandpa Li, Chairman Qi, and all the elders, thank you. It's not that I can't write, but I'm thinking about what font to use and what poem to write."
"Ah...I've got it."
Chen Feng immediately began to write. This time, he would use the Slender Gold style for the shrimp painting. The calligraphy of this emperor of the fallen Blue Star was truly amazing.
There's no need to use the running script of Wang Xizhi, the greatest calligrapher in the world, when inscribing a painting; it would be too frightening.
Chen Feng began to write, his brushstrokes flowing smoothly and effortlessly. His brushwork was agile and swift, the strokes slender yet full of vigor.
When the first line of poetry appeared, Li Siyue, who was watching the play, widened his eyes and stared at the line of words in disbelief, and then shouted out loud.
"This...this character...your character."
He lost his composure, rushed forward, and pushed all the other old men aside.
"Li Laogou, have you gone mad? What are you doing?"
"What's wrong with this old dog Li? Why is he acting so out of control?"
"Don't speak, something's wrong with him. I've never seen him so agitated. This Xiao Chen is no ordinary person."
Qi Baishi looked at Chen Feng in shock and said.
"President, you mean this kid's handwriting..."
Old Yang's eyes widened as he asked.
The latter nodded almost imperceptibly, and the other old men naturally understood, their faces paling. Could there really be such a genius in this world?
Because of this, Chen Feng stopped and looked at Li Siye, who was breathing rapidly. He quickly asked, "Grandpa Li, are you alright?"
Li Qingning was also startled. "Grandpa, what's wrong?"
"Never mind me, just hurry up and write it, quick!"
Li Siye was deeply shocked. He had practiced calligraphy for so many years and had seen many famous calligraphic works, but this was the first time he had ever seen such a style of writing.
The large characters are particularly elegant, with slender and firm strokes and an exposed brushwork. The traces of brush movement and pauses can be clearly seen, making it a very unique style of font.
This style of calligraphy was something Li Siye, who had studied calligraphy all his life, had never seen before. How could this little guy have achieved such skill?
Chen Feng probably knew why Li Siye was so out of control. After all, the Slender Gold style was a unique calligraphic style, and on Earth, it was the nuclear bomb of the calligraphy world.
If he were to write out Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, the whole world would probably kneel down in admiration.
Chen Feng completed the task in one go, finishing perfectly and signing his name.
It does not compete with fish and crabs for fame; its long whiskers and pincers exude a heroic spirit.
One day, Jackie Chan will stir up trouble in the East China Sea, and with a single leap, he can create waves that stretch for thousands of miles.
"This font, this poetry, my God, what kind of monster are you?"
Old Liu grabbed Chen Feng directly. Chen Feng was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Because he also had some knowledge of poetry, this poem, although not as amazing as his painting, was still a top-notch poem.
What's most remarkable is that this is clearly a poem written based on actual events, improvised on the spot. That's incredible, it's absolutely phenomenal.
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