Seeing Qin Hao in a daze, the people on the Beijing Radio side couldn't help but sigh, and thought to themselves that they wanted to save face and suffer the consequences.
Han Weikun was concerned about his identity and didn't say much. He just looked at Qin Hao with a smile, as if waiting for him to write first.
However, the people on Sun Wenlin's side were not so polite. Seeing Qin Hao stunned, Dong Cheng sarcastically said: "How awesome I thought I was, but it turned out that I was just trying to make myself look fat!"
Sun Wenlin smiled at this time and said in a deep voice: "That's not the case. I think he probably can't write calligraphy!"
"Oh—" Dong Cheng raised his voice at this time and said with a sneer: "This great writer can't even write calligraphy. What the hell is he doing?"
Lin Xiaohui was also a little anxious at this time. She walked quickly to Qin Hao and whispered: "Teacher Qin Hao, I learned a little calligraphy when I was young, how about I write for you?"
Qin Hao had already exited the system at this time. Upon hearing Lin Xiaohui's words, he shook his head slightly and said, "Don't worry, I can do it!"
Although the calligraphy skill was expensive, it was urgently needed at this time. Although it hurt, Qin Hao still exchanged it.
He walked slowly to a small desk, laid out the rice paper, dipped his brush in ink, and then dropped the pen onto the rice paper.
There were many people present who knew calligraphy. When they saw Qin Hao's pen-holding posture and the aura emanating from his whole body, they couldn't help but nod. At the same time, he cast his disdainful eyes on Sun Wenlin, who was making such nonsense.
Sun Wenlin, who had looked confident just now, also looked embarrassed at this time. He turned and walked towards Han Weikun, as if he wanted to cheer him up.
People from Beijing Radio Station gathered behind Qin Hao, wanting to see Qin Hao's poems clearly. At this time, Ma Zitao looked at Qin Hao's calligraphy, slightly surprised, and said in a low voice: "Hey, what kind of font is this? It's a bit like regular script, but not exactly regular script. I haven't seen it before?"
Li Xiaohan nodded: "Yes, but it's so well written! If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall will have sad white hair, and the morning will be like blue silk and it will turn into snow at dusk."
Qin Hao used running script, which was somewhere between Kaiti and cursive script, which had never appeared in this dimension. The calligraphy on this plane is similar to Qin Hao's original plane. It is divided into four types: cursive font, official script font, seal script font and regular script font, but there is no running script font.
But Qin Hao doesn’t know!
He hasn’t done any research!
It's just that he liked this font very much in his previous life and thought it was more pretentious to write in this font!
However, Qin Hao did not pause, but quickly wrote the next sentence of the song "About to Enter the Wine": If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent.
"Okay! This is great!"
When Ma Zitao saw this poem, his somewhat cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and he clapped loudly.
Lin Xiaohui also saw this poem at this time, and immediately showed a sweet smile, with a trace of pride at the same time.
"I am the first person to hear this poem!"
Han Weikun had already been prepared, but when he heard Qin Hao's constant cheers, his pressure increased frequently and he felt a slight sweat on his forehead. Sun Wenlin seemed to sense his old friend's discomfort, and immediately kicked Dong Cheng.
Dong Cheng heard the elegant meaning of the string song and immediately ran to Qin Hao and shouted loudly: "What is it called? What is it called? You can't write it out, are you trying to cheat?"
At this time, everyone dispersed, showing Qin Hao's vision before his eyes. When Dong Cheng saw Qin Hao's flowing calligraphy, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, opened his mouth wide, and returned to Han Weikun dejectedly.
"Master, although I don't know calligraphy, the one named Qin's writing is really beautiful!"
At this time, Sun Wenlin secretly thought that he was really unlucky. If someone else's ambition would destroy his prestige, he slapped his apprentice hard on the head.
However, Han Weikun raised his head with a smile and asked gently: "What font did he use?"
"Kaixi...Kaixi, right?" Dong Cheng stuttered a little at this time: "But I don't think it looks like it. It's not as neat as Kaili..."
Han Weikun nodded and said, "It seems that his calligraphy is indeed average."
Sun Wenlin smiled and said: "That's right, just a little kid, what good words can he write?"
Dong Cheng still wanted to speak at this time, but when he saw the stern look in his master's eyes, he immediately stuck out his tongue and did not dare to say anything more.
"If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.
Master Ma, Lin Xiaosheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop drinking.
I sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.
In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names. "
Teacher Ma was chanting in a low voice, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Lin Xiaohui, who was not far from him, suddenly heard "Lin Xiaosheng", her heart skipped a beat, and her pretty face turned red.
“In the old days, the King of Qin had banquets, wine fights and thousands of banquets.
What does the master mean if he has less money? It is up to you to sell it.
The five-flowered horse and the rich gold fur will call friends to exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you. "
The King of Qin in this plane is not the First Emperor, but a famous wine barrel. He likes to have banquets and has left a strong mark in history.
"Okay! Okay! Okay! Once this poem comes out, there will be no ancient poetry in the future!" Ma Zitao looked at Qin Hao with a look of relief and praised loudly.
The anchors of Beijing Radio all have some literary skills. When I heard Teacher Ma read this song, I couldn't help but admire it!
"This poem is so well written, especially the line that I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent. I like it the most!"
"Isn't it? This poem is a true portrayal of Teacher Qin Hao! Now that his show has been suspended, he has never been pessimistic, and he even generously invited us to dinner. Doesn't it fit this poem?"
"Hehe, I know, I know, Master Ma is referring to Teacher Ma. Who is Lin Xiaosheng referring to? It can't be Miss Xiaohui, right?"
"We all know the relationship between Teacher Ma and Teacher Qin Hao. Needless to say, Xiaohui is Teacher Qin Hao's assistant, so they must be very close! Think about it, when everyone was not optimistic about Teacher Qin Hao just now, she was the only one I am confident that Teacher Qin Hao will win, so it is natural for Teacher Qin to write her in!"
"Come on, it seems that you will have to pat Teacher Qin Hao more often in the future. If you include me when you start, maybe your name will go down through the ages!" Li Xiaohan looked at Lin Xiaohui with envy at this time and said with a hint of jealousy.
Lin Xiaohui's pretty face was already red, but now it became even brighter. She quickly pulled Qin Hao's clothes and hid behind him shyly.