The cultural center venue is divided into two parts by a red line. Outside the red line is the viewing area for the literati, and inside the red line are rows of neatly arranged tables with pens, inkstones, paper and ink prepared for the contestants. Further inside is the podium, and on the podium are tables and chairs for the experts.
Zhou Yi walked to his seat with his number plate, and the person sitting next to him was Tang Xiaoqing.
It turns out that she also came to participate in calligraphy. No wonder, after all, she is known as a gentle and talented girl.
Tang Xiaoqing didn't look at Zhou Yi, but was thinking with his head down.
Zhou Yi didn't greet her and calmed down. Although calligraphy was a piece of cake for her, there were many masters among the people, so it was always safer to take it seriously.
Today's brush calligraphy competition also has an unlimited subject matter and font size. The duration is one hour, and it is entirely up to the contestants to perform at their highest level.
The contestants at the venue have already started writing, and Tang Xiaoqing next to him is also preparing to start writing.
"Look at that fat guy, he's still standing there in a daze." Wang Xueyi glanced at Zhou Yi in the back row and said to Yun Yawen who was sitting next to her.
Yun Yawen also turned around and took a look at Zhou Yi, who was still motionless with his eyes closed.
"Hmph! I doubt she can write it." Yun Yawen snorted with a nasal sound and turned around to prepare to write.
"Yawen, you will definitely get a good ranking in this competition. Come on." Wang Xueyi made a cheering gesture to Yun Yawen, which was more like cheering for herself. After she finished speaking, she turned around and prepared to start writing.
Fifteen minutes later, all the contestants had started writing, but Zhou Yi was the only one who still had his eyes closed. It was unknown what he was thinking about, and he had not put pen to paper yet.
Tang Xiaoqing on the side also glanced at Zhou Yi sideways, frowning slightly.
The spectators outside the red line were even more confused about what she was doing and even started whispering about it.
"What do you think that fat girl is doing? Why hasn't she started writing yet?"
"Look at her, dressed like a country girl. You can tell she can't write. She can't even bear to look at herself."
"No way. Those who sign up for the competition are all talented. Maybe they are meditating? I heard that some calligraphy masters will ask for a moment of silence before starting to write, and then finish the work in one go."
"Look at her. She's a master of calligraphy. It's good enough that she can write well."
"That's right, there are quite a few people who try to take advantage of the situation, and maybe even think they can get away with it and win a prize."
"Be quiet and don't disturb the contestants in the field." A stern male voice sounded.
It was the middle-aged man who had shown Zhou Yi the way at the door before. He was also looking at Zhou Yi intently.
I thought to myself, this fat girl is quite interesting.
... ...
At this time, Zhou Yi quietly opened his eyes, his gaze was firm, he took a deep breath, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink.
Zhou Yi placed his pen on the rice paper, paused for a moment, took another deep breath, and then put pen to paper.
She worked very quickly, which was probably what the ancients meant by 'When one starts, the wind and rain are fast, and the breath is already swallowed before the pen and ink are put into place'. Her chubby hands seemed to have wings, flying on the paper.
At this moment, her mind and hands were flowing smoothly, without any scruples, as if there was nothing else around her. She indulged her emotions and hands, striving to complete the painting in one stroke.
Time seemed to stand still for her.
The spectators outside the stadium were also attracted by her condition. At the same time, the middle-aged man who was giving directions kept his eyes on Zhou Yi's movements, his eyes full of disbelief.
He had only experienced this kind of master style from his master Li Renshi. This fat girl was only in her early twenties, so where did she get the master style from?
He must have seen it wrong. He looked up at the white-haired old man in the expert team. It was his master Li Renshi.
It would have been fine if he hadn't looked, but when he did, he was so surprised that his mouth opened wide. The master was actually staring at Zhou Yi and stood up unconsciously.
This!!! Unbelievable, this fat girl, this is impossible!
The white-haired old man slowly left the expert seat, walked lightly from the outside and came behind Zhou Yi.
He tiptoed as if afraid of disturbing Zhou Yi who was in a state of ecstasy.
Looking at Zhou Yi's incredibly fluent cursive writing on the rice paper, the white-haired old man Li Renshi was so shocked that his eyes widened.
This little girl is extraordinary. At such a young age, she has mastered the free and unrestrained style and ups and downs of cursive writing. Huaisu's "Autobiography" seems to come alive in her hands!
But I always sigh in my heart, there are talented people in every generation, and the new generation pushes the old generation forward!
Yun Yawen in the front row turned around and saw Mr. Bai Tou from the expert group standing behind Zhou Yi. She was sometimes amazed and sometimes frowned.
She also became nervous, not sure whether Zhou Yi's writing was too good or too bad.
But then she thought, this fat guy is lazy and likes to eat, how can he endure the hardship of practicing calligraphy? There is no way he can write well.
Thinking of this, she calmed down again and turned around to finish her work.
An hour passed in a flash, and the county leader struck the small gong and drum next to the expert group, signaling the contestants to stop writing.
The first sound of the gong and drum sounded, and Zhou Yi completed the final strokes, put down the brush, and rubbed his wrist.
Her entry was an excerpt from Huaisu's "Autobiography." Looking at the words on the paper, she muttered to herself, "Well, it's not bad."
"Is this just passable? May I ask, little girl, who is your master?"
The sudden sound behind him startled Zhou Yi. He patted his chest and suppressed his shock.
As expected, you can’t talk suddenly behind someone’s back. Look, I got scared too.
She looked back and saw the white-haired old man who had been sitting in the middle of the expert group. She felt like she had seen this old man somewhere.
"You're making fun of me, old man. I've been writing for fun since I was a child, following my grandfather. I don't have a dedicated master." Zhou Yi smiled at the white-haired old man and said modestly.
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