Fang Zheng shook his head quickly and said, "I don't dare to take it seriously. Like you, I don't like traitors."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"The master is right. In today's society, we don't actually have that much prejudice against the people of R country. We just still have hatred for those war criminals and right-wingers. For ordinary people, they get along more peacefully. But for We hate traitors more than we hate the prisoners of Country R."
"When the great power awakens, there are still people kneeling and crawling. This is sad. It is best that such people never appear in China again... "
Everyone sighed with emotion.
When Fang Zheng heard these words, he also nodded. Fang Zheng has met many people. In fact, Chinese people are the most tolerant nation in the world. Their tradition is never to hate foreigners, but to be warm and hospitable. Chinese people would rather live a miserable life themselves and leave the good things to their guests. This is the Chinese way of hospitality.
This is different from Western countries and other countries, which has caused many misunderstandings.
Some people regard hospitality as flattery, but they never think that it is just a way of expressing the kindness of Chinese people. They can tolerate everything, including crimes, but the prerequisite is that you plead guilty.
While Fang Zheng was thinking, a loud shout suddenly came from the distance: "Okay! Good! So good! Good!"
Fang Zheng, Hong Hai'er, Wang Daochun and others were also stunned. Which master is this? In exchange for so many good voices? Could it be that there are many experts here today
So everyone walked over and saw a man standing in front of a very long table in the crowd. The man had a long beard and was dressed in ancient costume. He really looked like a master.
But what the master was holding left everyone speechless for a while. A bucket in one hand and a brush in the other. What kind of trouble is this
Just then, the master dipped his brush in ink and shouted, "Ha!"
Then he placed the brush heavily on the paper and flicked it hard!
呲—
A big gash was cut out of the paper in an instant!
A man next to him quickly went up to smooth the paper, and at the same time he did not forget to shout: "Okay!"
The master seemed not to know, and seemed to be completely immersed in his own world. With his head lowered and a solemn look on his face, he scratched all the way to the end of the paper!
Then the master dipped in ink again and went back to re-apply the traces that were not clearly drawn just now!
"Good! Good! Great!"
"OK!"
…
Several men watching the excitement below kept shouting hello from the crowd.
Fang Zheng, on the other hand, was completely confused... What is this
Red Boy scratched his head, raised his head and asked Fang Zheng: "Master, what did this guy write?"
Fang Zheng shook his head...
At this time, a man came over and said proudly: "You should study more if you have nothing to do. Chinese calligraphy is profound and profound! Look at the master's calligraphy. It is so domineering, like a long wall, and like a long-haired sword. Such good calligraphy seems to make me I saw the famous ancient military commander, the Overlord of Western Chu!"
When Fang Zheng heard this, he looked embarrassed, but he had to admit that the long object drawn by that guy, whether viewed horizontally or vertically, was indeed the most similar to one. But since Fang Zheng was a child, he had never heard of anyone writing and taking it back to scribble on it. This guy was the first to do so.
Wang Daochun heard this and said angrily: "This is a bullshit word? What word is written like this? Where are you from? We didn't invite you, right?"
"Who are you? Dare to question the master's words?" Someone immediately jumped out and angrily scolded Wang Daochun.
Wang Daochun was very angry and said: "I am Wang Daochun!"
"I don't care if you belong to Wang Daochun or Wang Daoqiu. We were invited by sponsors with huge sums of money. If you want to enjoy the meeting and enjoy the master's bookishness, just wait in line. If you make trouble, do you believe that the security will kick you out?" shouted a man wearing a white shirt and glasses.
When Wang Daochun heard this, he was almost furious. His face turned red and he said, "Okay, I'll go ask Mr. Wu and find out what's going on!"
After speaking, Wang Daochun said to Fang Zheng: "Master, I made you laugh. Wait a moment, I will contact the sponsor to find out what is going on."
Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, please go."
Wang Daochun nodded, took his mobile phone, and went out...
"Tch, a guy who is bad at writing is still pretending to be cool. He has no ability. Why is he pretending to be a big clove of garlic?" the man with glasses said disdainfully.
"That's right, our Master Fan was invited here. Who is he?" Another person said.
…
And the people on Wang Daochun's side are obviously real calligraphers. How have they ever seen such a situation? Someone said angrily: "I don't even know Wang Daochun when I write calligraphy... Where did these guys come from?"
"What exactly are the sponsors trying to do? This is not to promote Chinese calligraphy, this is to smack Chinese calligraphy!"
"With so many clowns, this traveling exhibition may become a shameful exhibition."
"Fortunately, Huang Yu was blocked by the master, otherwise we would have lost all face."
"Let's wait until Wang Daochun inquires about the situation. Please be patient."
…
Fang Zheng also understood. This was a group of masters and a group of ghosts and ghosts who were crammed into one place. I am afraid something will happen today!
At this moment, someone inside shouted: "Okay! Master's words, okay!"
"Okay! Great!"
"What a magical skill!"
…
Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows and walked over with Hong Boy.
In the crowd, six women in cheongsam were seen pulling a long piece of rice paper and looking ahead with a smile.
A little old man dressed in white, with a white beard, less than 1.5 meters tall, stood there with his hands behind his back, his head slightly raised, as if he was thinking about something. He obviously didn't do anything, but people kept shouting "hello", just like a repeater. The atmosphere at the scene was extremely embarrassing. Some viewers also looked puzzled, but still took out their mobile phones to take pictures...
Fang Zheng's arrival did not attract anyone's attention, but the little old man suddenly opened his eyes, waved his hand, and shouted: "Here comes the pen!"
Then, a woman in cheongsam came up carrying a basin. The basin was covered with black cloth, and she didn't know what was inside.
The woman came to the master, bowed slightly and bowed.
There is no way, this master is too tall, and the woman does not bend down, so he has difficulty holding the pen...
"Everyone, what Master Liu will demonstrate to you next is calligraphy that spans the ages, a peerless calligraphy that is the first of its kind in the world of calligraphy! This calligraphy will definitely leave a strong mark in history, and will also surpass the calligraphy of mortals such as Wang Xizhi! This is calligraphy that transcends eras, centuries, and transcends the limits of human thinking!" A man stepped forward, holding a microphone, and introduced with excitement on his face, as if he had been injected with blood.
When everyone heard this, their curiosity was immediately aroused, and they all craned their necks, waiting to see this timeless calligraphy.
The male host then solemnly said: "Now, I would like to invite Master Liu to perform his original calligraphy for us, three-foot shooting calligraphy!"
(End of chapter)