I’m Really a Superstar

The yard smells like ink.

The bookish smell of rice paper also floats in the air.

"Teacher Wong."

"Hey, Mr. Liu."

"Master Chen is here too. Where are you from?"

"I came from Shanghai. It's Mr. Wei's birthday, so I have to come."

They are all people in the circle, and no one is a stranger to them. Old friends gather together to chat in twos and threes, and it seems that they have not seen each other for a long time.

Zhang Ye was the only one left in the corner. Many people saw him, but no one knew him. It was a bit strange to see him wearing sunglasses and he was so young, so no one paid attention to him. Su Na was also taken away by Su's father to say hello to her old friends. Wu Zeqing was still chatting with people there. Zhang Ye found a chair and sat down by himself. He didn't eat breakfast and just tasted the tea on the table. Don't say It was quite delicious. He poured himself a cup of hot tea and drank it. He looked at Erlang's legs and started to eat melon seeds by himself. He really didn't regard himself as an outsider at all.

"Who is this person?"

"I don't seem to recognize him."

"Who brought the family members? Are they that hungry?"

"It seems like he came here with Teacher Su's daughter just now."

"Lao Su's son-in-law? No way. I have been friends with Lao Su for a lifetime. Why haven't I seen this guy? Little Nana is not married, so that's probably not the case."

Several people looked sideways at Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye also felt that he was too casual, so he coughed and stopped eating.

I don’t know when Wu Zeqing came over. Today she changed into a cheongsam with a beige background. The red flowers on it were very eye-catching. In the past few days, she had been wearing a cheongsam with a sweater or coat and high heels. The matching one is also beige, and the combination is particularly attractive.

"Are you eating?" Wu Zeqing said with a smile.

Zhang Ye stood up with a smile and said, "I didn't eat anything in the morning. I'm hungry."

Wu Zeqing pressed his hands and said, "It's okay to eat from you."

Zhang Ye said: "If I had known that today would be the anniversary of the founding of the Calligraphy Association, I wouldn't have come. I'm not from this circle, and I don't know much about calligraphy. If I had known that, I might as well have given you a gift alone. Birthday wishes, Khan, I didn’t make it today and I didn’t bring anything.

"

Wu Zeqing smiled gently and said, "No gifts are needed. It doesn't matter if you don't know calligraphy. I brought you here to show you around. You are engaged in cultural work. There is no harm in getting to know more people. Haha, that's it. Eat, I'll go say hello to some old friends."

"Sister Wu."

"Professor Wu."

Someone came outside the door again.

Wu Zeqing walked over with a smile.

After about a while, everyone was almost there.

"Everyone be quiet for a moment, haha, listen to what I have to say." At this time, a very famous old calligrapher spoke, summoned people over, and said: "Today is the 31st anniversary of the establishment of the Calligraphy Association. Thank you all for participating and Congratulations, I’ve been writing all my life and I’m not very good at speaking, so I won’t say too much. I think we should stick to the old rules and compete to win the lottery first, and then have dinner, how about that?”

"OK"

"It's up to you."

"Haha, is it another competition?"

"Master Zhou, what's the prize this year?"

Everyone asked with a smile as expected.

Every year at the calligraphy association gathering, this link cannot be missed.

Master Zhou, an old calligrapher, curled his lips slightly, waved to his two apprentices next to him, and asked them to spread out a piece of calligraphy in mid-air, "I'd like to show you that this is a piece of calligraphy I made a year ago. Now, Take it out and make a lottery, the old rule is, whoever gets the top prize will get it."

Master Zhou’s words?

You have to spend a lot of money this year.

Everyone knows that a piece of Zhou Lao's calligraphy, even an ordinary one, can be auctioned for tens of thousands. If a good calligraphy piece, such as the long one today, is put on auction, it can be sold for tens of thousands at a much lower price. Tens of thousands, if it’s too high, it’s not worth it. If you really meet someone you like, you’d be willing to take the photo even if it costs hundreds of thousands.

“What a good word”

"Mr. Zhou is so willing to give up."

"Then we can't be polite anymore."

Everyone is eager to try it, and they are very greedy.

Su Na withdrew from her father's place and came to Zhang Ye's place.

"Teacher Su." Zhang Ye also looked at the words in amazement, "Who is this?"

Su Na almost fainted, "Huh? You don't even know Master Zhou? He is one of the few remaining calligraphy masters still alive. Do you really not care about anything except the entertainment industry?"

Zhang Ye praised: "The writing of this character is so artistic."

Su Na said: "Of course. Just put the name Master Zhou on it, and people who love calligraphy will flock to it. Every draft is worth a lot of money."

Zhang Ye had eaten a hundred calligraphy skill books, and his vision and appreciation of calligraphy had suddenly improved several levels. He knew that the calligraphy in front of him was extraordinary, and even better than the calligraphy of Principal Wu he had seen before. Several times, or rather not on the same level, Principal Wu's calligraphy level is high and he is well-known in the industry. However, Wu Zeqing is not a professional in this field after all. Calligraphy is just a hobby for her. Principal Wu's eyes should be on her official career. But Master Zhou is different. He is a professional. He only studies one thing his whole life, so his level is naturally different.

Su Na looked at him and said, "You also like this calligraphy?"

"It's not bad." Zhang Ye simply thinks that the calligraphy is very good and has no other ideas. His heart is not in the field of calligraphy. To be honest, to Zhang Ye, this calligraphy is not as good as Wu Zeqing's pictures without clothes. The "artistic photos" are real. How awesome is that?

A bunch of losers

I really don’t understand art

Seeing those people fighting for their bad character, Zhang Ye really despises them. If you don’t look at Wu Zeqing’s voluptuous legs, Wu Zeqing’s two legs can almost wear the cheongsam. If you don't look at the open breasts, what words are you reading? No wonder many people who engage in art live alone all their lives. You are only good at this, and Jinshan doesn't even know it in front of you.

Zhang Ye believed that he was the one who understood art best, so he withdrew his eyes from calligraphy and fell on Wu Zeqing's legs, peeking at her big white legs from where the cheongsam was unfurled.

Su Na didn't pay attention to the direction of Zhang Ye's eyes and said, "I really want this word."

Zhang Ye said casually: "Are you also participating in the competition?"

"I'll forget it. I'm not good at calligraphy. I was forced to learn it by my father when I was a child. I haven't practiced much since then. My father has hope." Su Na was also enthusiastic.

Zhang Ye said in his heart, yes, he is also a person who doesn't understand the style.

Many people in the audience had a look of longing in their eyes.

Master Zhou immediately announced, "Well, let me serve as the judge for this year. I think everyone has no objections, right? Haha, let's start the exchange for this year's competition now..."

Suddenly, Master Wei, the birthday boy today, who was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, spoke. He stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Old Zhou, please wait a moment."

Master Zhou smiled and said, "What's wrong, Old Wei?"

Master Wei ridiculed: "You old guy is not particular. I went to your house half a year ago and saw this painting. I said I wanted it and wanted to trade it with you. You refused to give it to me, even if you refused to give it to me. Why? What do you mean? Have you brought it out now? You are not giving face to an old friend. We have been friends for decades." After a pause, he said: "No, this painting is inevitable. I Today is my birthday. I will rely on my old age to live up to my old age. I hope everyone will give me a little favor as an old man. Will you give me this character? "

"Well."

"this……"

"The birthday boy is the biggest."

"Mr. Wei, please don't steal it from our juniors, haha."

Everyone talked about everything, and there was no irritation at all. It was just entertainment. Everyone was competing, but it was not a harmonious one.

Master Zhou was happy, waved his hand and said: "That's not possible, Old Wei, friends are friends. I just let out what I said, you can't let me take it back, right? Since you want to, you can also participate, and today's meeting You old guy is not the only one who has the birthday, Xiao Wu’s birthday is today, too. I give it to you, what should Xiao Wu do?” After thinking for a moment, he said: “Well, let me make a suggestion, let’s take care of the two birthday guests today. , in this competition, let’s divide it into two groups, Lao Wei will lead one group, and Xiao Wu will lead one group. Whichever group’s calligraphy works beats the other in terms of comprehensive strength in the end, then the winner will go to whoever, either Lao Wei or Xiao Wu , just think of it as a birthday gift from me, what do you think?"

Master Wei pointed at him, "You are always making mistakes."

Master Zhou is an old acquaintance with him, and he speaks very casually, "It must be fair. If you just come to an individual competition, you have been writing calligraphy all your life. Of course you are a sure winner, there is no suspense, and it is not interesting." Ah, a game always has to be a bit suspenseful."

After everyone thought about it, they had no opinion.

"I think it will work."

"Haha, this is interesting."

"Sure, just follow Master Zhou's arrangements."

"Mr. Wei, I'll add someone to your team."

"Count me in. Since Master Wei is bound to win, I will also contribute."

Everyone is indeed very coveted for Master Zhou's calligraphy, but they are all self-aware. Even a well-known calligrapher like Su's father thinks that he cannot be Master Wei's opponent. This old man really wants this calligraphy. They can't make any money, and they don't even have the slightest chance. Of course, they can't compete. They live a long life and are old-timers in the industry. Although Master Wei's calligraphy ability is far inferior to Master Zhou, it's just because of his seniority. Although he has great power, seniority can crush people to death. None of them can compete with Master Wei, which is too indifferent. Therefore, Master Zhou’s proposal made everyone interested.

Two birthday girls leading the team to compete?

Wu Zeqing versus Master Wei? The winner gets the jackpot?

Immediately, many people stood behind Master Wei, dozens of them one after another.

Father Su also laughed and said, "Then I'll have a hand in it too." After saying that, he also went to Master Wei's team.

There was no one around Wu Zeqing, and she was not angry. She always looked so gentle. She smiled slightly and said: "You are bullying me for my junior qualifications.

Master Wei joked: "Xiao Wu, I think you should give up. When you get Lao Zhou's letter later, I will hang it with you for two days and then give it to me."

Wu Zeqing smiled and said: "That's not good. Master Zhou's calligraphy is rare, especially this long piece. I want it very much. I just lack such a calligraphy at home."