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Chapter 609 Children, Don't Blame Me
you are amazing.

This is the highest evaluation of Xu Fan by Wang Tiezhu, a literary master.

Xu Fan thanked him and said, "I'm just one of the ordinary people."

Wang Tiezhu smiled and said: "Actually, sometimes there is no need to be so low-key."

Xu Fan smiled, and the old man said again: "Little friend, can you write this story to me."

Xu Fan was stunned, and Wang Tiezhu next to him said: "A master of Chinese literature, a real master of ancient poetry, Mr. Chen, who is highly respected. Today and this year, he lost his composure. It is conceivable that he recognizes you."

Xu Fan nodded again and again, and Mr. Chen suddenly realized: "Don't blame the alumni, it's all my fault that I was too excited and forgot to introduce myself. Now that you know it, I wonder if my little friend can save me by writing it down for me. I will pay for it. "

Xu Fan shook his head with a smile, and said with a smile, "Of course it's no problem. Mr. Chen needs it, so how can he ask for money?"

After finishing speaking, Xu Fan looked at the backstage and said, "Bring the pen and paper."

Xu Fan has no intention of going down, since he is on the stage, he should finish writing on the stage, and let others see my calligraphy master's ability.

Calligrapher, this is not Xu Fan's reward, but exchanged in the system.

It's really too much favor value, it's nothing to play with, I thought I had never met it in this life, but now I didn't expect to have the opportunity to meet it.

The host couldn't help being overjoyed. Hearing this, the host hurried down to prepare pens and inks. In places like this kind of literary ceremonies, there are naturally countless brushes and rice paper. Soon, a table was brought up, rice paper was spread out, and Xu Fan began to write.

Starting from the first sentence and writing down, Mr. Chen and Wang Tiezhu next to him stared at Xu Fan as he wrote.

When Xu Fan's first brushstroke appeared, the two of them had only one thought in their minds, that is, this young man Xu Fan is definitely not an ordinary talent, and not everyone can write this calligraphy.

At this time, someone also came with a lens and a video camera, writing and filming for Xu Fan the whole time.

On the contrary, Xu didn't feel much, and began to write seriously. Wang Tiezhu next to him kept reading Xu Fan's story, and occasionally read it.

"Sinking into the strings, straightening the clothes and restraining the appearance.

She said she was a girl from Beijing, and her family lived under Xima Mausoleum.

Thirteen learns to become a pipa, the name belongs to the first part of Jiaofang.

Qu Pai once taught good talents to dress, makeup is always jealous of Qiuniang.

Wuling was young and struggling with his head, and there was an unknown number of red ribbons.

The silver grate on the tin's head is smashed into pieces, and the blood-colored skirt is turned over by the wine."

Wang Tiezhu's voice became more and more excited, and Chen Lao who was beside him trembled with excitement.

Whether it's Xu Fan's words or Xu Fan's poems, the melody of the ancient poems just now seems to have been completely lost and forgotten by many people. At this moment, all of them remain in the ancient poems.

The seven words are continuous, there is no problem with the flatness, and each sentence is so serious and standard.

The more Mr. Chen looked at it, the more emotional he became, and he was even more shocked in his heart.

Knowing that Xu Fan wrote: "The desolation does not seem to be forward, and the audience is full of tears. Who is crying the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet", Chen Lao couldn't help crying with joy and said: "In your dream, or the poet in this novel, is a demoted Sima, right?"

Xu Fan nodded and said, "Indeed."

After the words fell, applause broke out, and everyone applauded wildly, telling Xu Fan that he was really good with applause.

The surrounding people either gave a thumbs up, or declared with applause.

Xu Fan thanked slightly, but at this moment, Xu Fan finished writing the last word.

That long ancient poem is just waiting for the ink to dry up.

At the scene, some people were very excited. Mr. Chen was shocked. He looked at Xu Fan and said, "How dare I ask for such calligraphy for free? I will offer 2000 million yuan."

Xu Fan shook his head and said that the goods arrived: "Mr. Chen is too polite. Since he is a priceless treasure, he will give it to you. If you give him money, he will no longer be a priceless treasure."

Wang Tiezhu was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "Mr. Chen, what Xu Fan said is actually true. If you give money, other people will also give money. You said Xu Fan will sell to the highest pricer, or give it to you. Besides, What Xu Fan said is reasonable, if you buy it, it has a price, so how can you make a priceless treasure."

What Chen said in his heart, he quickly clasped his fists and said: "Since this is the case, then the old man will be disrespectful, thank you little friend, if you encounter any problems in the future, you can come to me at any time, the old man will help you even if this is smoothed out. "

For the current Xu Fan, there is basically no problem, so it doesn't matter to this kind of favor, but after all, the other party is a master of literature, and the weight is still very large, so he said with a smile: "Then write more first. Chen is old."

Calligraphy and painting belong.

Ever since, this big awards ceremony came to an end.

But the story about Xu Fan does not end there.

The [-]-meter-long rice paper calligraphy work became popular on the Internet because everyone on the Internet knew that Xu Fan was a calligrapher.

But before that.

The first thing to catch fire on the Internet was naturally not a calligrapher.

but a novelist.

In other words, a topic called "Singer Xu Fan won the Modun Literature Award".

This topic has attracted countless people's attention and attention, and it really refers to everyone's emotion. After all, Xu Fan is a singer, an excellent singer.

In the midsummer of last year, Xu Fan turned out to be born, and his song "Sorrow" became popular all over the Internet. Since then, he has been on the rise, with various songs, regardless of age or age.

Anyone who likes music basically likes Xu Fan.

So, it was such a singer who went to write novels.

The key is that the name of the novel is "The Old Man and the Sea", which has the same name as a certain song "The Old Man and the Sea" by Xu Fan. The most important thing is that for such a novel, Xu Fan has won the Moton Award every four years. Literary Award.

For Chinese people, no matter whether they like literature or not, almost no one has never heard of the names of Maodu literature. It is true that those who can win the Maodu literature award are all excellent, and their works are even more outstanding. Amazing.

Therefore, when Xu Fan not only wrote a novel, but also won an award, everyone was shocked.

Some people can't believe it, and some people take it for granted.

At this time, the physical version of Xu Fan's novel "The Old Man and the Sea" was put on shelves in libraries and on the Internet, including Xinhua Bookstore.

All of a sudden, there was a frenzied buying on the whole Internet. Whether it was the Internet or Xinhua Bookstore, almost all the people I met wanted to buy Xu Fan's "The Old Man and the Sea", and the sales volume continued to rise.

For Xu Fan, making money is second. The key is that he wants to share this novel so that more people can read it.

When someone starts to get hungry after reading a book, and finally understands why, this book can win an award.

All of a sudden, there were countless voices of discussion on the Internet, and then at this moment.

The discussion on the Internet did not stop there, but became more violent.

Xu Fan's ancient poem became popular all over the Internet at the awards ceremony. Countless people were shocked and inexplicable when they saw that ancient poem. In fact, even people who don't understand ancient poems seem to be the kind of critics.

Off the Internet, an old man looked at Xu Fan's poem on his mobile phone, shook his head, and said silently: "Children, you have another poem that you can recite, please don't blame me."

(End of this chapter)