Singing at the beginning rewards the 100 billion group

"Ten, nine, eight, seven,"

"Four, three, two, one,"

"New Year arrived!"

"Friends from the audience, National TV, I wish you all a happy new year. Here, we wish you all a happy new year,"

"I wish everyone good health and success in the new year,"

At this moment, the whole country celebrates.

This night, sleepless all night.

In ancient times, there was a custom of vigil on New Year's Eve. Although not many people keep vigil now, many people have carnival on New Year's Eve.

It is very interesting to have a drink with relatives and friends, and even grab a red envelope with a mobile phone.

After twelve o'clock, it means that the Spring Festival Gala is coming to an end. The four-hour gala included many types of programs, including touching, heartache, and laughter.

This year's Spring Festival Gala dinner is over here.

After the end, Zhang Yuan and Xiang Zhen left and went to the hotel for a New Year's Eve dinner.

Although it was just a New Year's Eve dinner for two people, they had a very happy meal, because it was the first time for them to celebrate the New Year like this, and it felt very novel.

The next day, I received a call from Director Cheng early in the morning.

"Hey, Zhang Yuan, how did you sleep? It's so early, I'm bothering you,"

"It's okay, Director Cheng, happy new year,"

"Happy New Year!"

"By the way, Zhang Yuan, are you free today? Come out and go somewhere with me?"

"Where are you going? There is time. It's Chinese New Year. I have nothing to do. I just play and play, play everywhere. If you don't look for me, I plan to go to the beach for a sunbath."

"Hahaha, you really know how to enjoy it, Zhang Yuan, you also know that my circle in Beijing can be regarded as having some connections. Last time you played at Yenching University, I heard it was very good. You Those few poems conquered the entire Yanda, so this time, my friends all want to meet you, a rising star like you, "

As far as Yanda is concerned, it is also full of talents. After all, it is a century-old prestigious school with a profound heritage, but Zhang Yuan's talent is too monstrous, so the last time I went to Yanda to give a lecture, I felt like I was slapping the other party.

That eloquent talent, that well-informed handsomeness, is simply too handsome.

The masterpieces of great talents in ancient times can cause a sensation in the city, and countless women in the boudoir admire them. Now Zhang Yuan's masterpieces are popular in Yanda.

If Zhang Yuan gave lectures as a singer, he might not conquer Yan University masters, but if Zhang Yuan used his poetry talent to give lectures, he would definitely conquer a group of masters.

"Okay, where did we meet?"

"It's at the foreign trade hotel we went to last time, at twelve o'clock at noon, we must come,"

"Okay, see you at noon,"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yuan came back to sleep again, which is really comfortable.

In the winter, sleeping in the bed is the best.

What street to visit, what to buy.

After arriving at the o'clock, he tidied up casually, put on clean clothes, and Zhang Yuan went out.

"It's still a bit cold,"

Zhang Yuan couldn't help wrapping his clothes tightly. After taking a taxi to the hotel, he found that Director Cheng had arrived early.

"Zhang Yuan, you came on time,"

"Sorry Director Cheng, I'm late,"

"No, no, I came early, let's go, let's go in,"

This restaurant does not rest during the Chinese New Year, and operates normally. Although it is hard work, the benefits for the Chinese New Year are in place, so the employees do not complain.

As soon as I entered the private room, I saw an elegant and intellectual lady.

Although she didn't wear gold or silver, and she didn't look particularly gorgeous, she gave Zhang Yuan a very noble feeling.

"This temperament is not ordinary. Either it comes from a scholarly family, or it is a lady of everyone,"

Zhang Yuan secretly praised the lady.

"Zhang Yuan, hello,"

"Uh, hello,"

Before Cheng Dao had time to introduce, the lady took the initiative to say hello.

"Who doesn't know the big star Zhang Yuan, a national idol, a talented man who is popular in Yanda, I am honored to meet a real person today, and I am deeply honored,"

The lady speaks generously, behaves decently, is neither humble nor overbearing, and her every move reveals nobility and elegance. This is a well-bred person.

Human.

Director Cheng said: "This is Ms. Meng Hong, a member of the Calligraphy Association. It seems that Ms. Meng admires Zhang Yuan very much."

Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "Ms. Meng has won the award. I just acted casually, and I can't be considered a genius."

Ms. Meng said: "Zhang Yuan, I heard that you speak well and have great talent. Now, can you satisfy my curiosity?"

Zhang Yuan couldn't hide if he wanted to, and besides, wasn't he just writing poetry?What's the problem.

Apart from money, the only thing we lack is talent.

"Then it's a shame,"

Zhang Yuan has to be more elegant when talking with Huaren.

"Then I'll write an ancient poem with the Spring Festival as the theme," Zhang Yuan said.

Director Cheng remained silent, watching Zhang Yuan show off his amazing talent.

However, Ms. Meng took out a pen and paper, which is an ordinary gel pen.

Zhang Yuan paced slowly, looking out of the window, full of thoughts.

After a while, he had an inspiration, and a beautiful poem appeared in his mind.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance, resembling the demeanor of a great ancient poet.

"The sound of firecrackers kills the year,"

"The spring breeze brings warmth into Tusu."

"Thousands of households celebrate the day,"

"Always replace the old talisman with the new peach."

While Zhang Yuan recited, Ms. Meng memorized. When Zhang Yuan finished recitation, Ms. Meng also finished memorizing.

I saw lines of exquisite and beautiful fonts on the paper.

Zhang Yuan's eyes lit up, this is block letters with hard pen.

What a beautiful word.

Chapter 169 Genius of Genius

Good-looking handwriting is always pleasing to the eye, it is very comfortable to look at, and the more you look at it, the more you like it.

Zhang Yuan was surprised by the handwriting in front of him. At the same time, he also admired it. Ms. Meng is indeed a member of the Calligraphy Association. whatever you want.

It shows that she has been practicing calligraphy for many years, so she can reach this state.

The words written seem to be printed.

"Good poetry, good poetry,"

Director Cheng clapped his hands and applauded: "With the Spring Festival as the theme, the writing is vivid."

"Zhang Yuan, admire, admire,"

Zhang Yuan said modestly, "It's nothing if I've failed Director Cheng."

Ms. Meng also couldn't help giving a thumbs up: "Zhang Yuan, it's better to meet people than to be famous. Sure enough, the rumors are true. I finally saw your talent today."

Zhang Yuan said: "Where is it, Ms. Meng's handwriting is excellent, and she is worthy of being a master of calligraphy."

Ms. Meng was also very happy to be complimented by Zhang Yuan. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she said, "It's nothing. I'm a calligraphy major. This is my major. If I can't even do it well, then I can't do it." Qualified to enter the Calligraphy Association,"

Director Cheng next to him continued, "That's right, Zhang Yuan. After all, Ms. Meng is a professional. Although she can write well, you also have your strengths. Everyone has their own areas of expertise,"

Ms. Meng nodded: "That's true, Zhang Yuan, today you opened my eyes, I saw your talent, you also saw my calligraphy, let's compete,"

Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "That's right, it's just a discussion,"

Based on Zhang Yuan's current level of calligraphy, it is natural to see that the bottom of Ms. Meng's calligraphy is by no means less than 20 years old.

The bottom of the book for 20 years, even if it is not a master, is outstanding in calligraphy.

It's no wonder that she has an elegant temperament. It turned out to be the result of practicing calligraphy. After years of self-cultivation, her whole temperament has changed. Her impetuousness has faded away, and she is immersed in calligraphy.

Soon, another guest came.

I saw that he had an elegant bearing, gray hair, and a gentle face. He looked like an approachable elder, and this kind of person was often very popular.

"Oh, Mr. Chen is here, come here, please sit down,"

Cheng Dao enthusiastically introduced the distinguished guest to Zhang Yuan: "Come on, Zhang Yuan, let me introduce you. This Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, is the vice president of the Calligraphy Association."

"Old Chen, Zhang Yuan, I don't think I need to say more,"

Old Chen smiled and said, "No need, I just watched his show on TV last night, it was very touching."

Zhang Yuan said modestly: "Mr. Chen is too much."

Mr. Chen was about to speak, but was attracted by the paper next to him: "Huh? Meng Hong, whose poem is this?"

Old Chen recognized Meng Hong's characters, but he had never seen this poem before.

Meng Hong said, "Old Chen, this is the poem that Zhang Yuan just wrote,"

Mr. Chen picked it up and looked at it carefully. Soon, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"A good poem, a good poem, a good seven-character quatrain, Zhang Yuan, he is indeed a talented scholar who is popular in Yanda University, and he really has the talent to speak well,"

Mr. Chen was full of praise for Zhang Yuan's talent, for a good poem, the charm can be seen at the first glance.

In short, good things are good at a glance.

The beloved woman, the first time she saw her, she fell in love with death.

"I got inspiration by chance," Zhang Yuan said.

"Old Chen has studied ancient poems and ancient poems, and he is not only a master of calligraphy," Cheng Dao said.

Mr. Chen made a detailed analysis of Zhang Yuan's poem, which is very professional and thorough.

As a result, Zhang Yuan had to admire this old man, he really is a knowledgeable master.

Even Ms. Meng is listening carefully to Mr. Chen's words. It seems that Mr. Chen's status in the industry is not low.

"It's Chinese New Year today, the first day of the new year, I can't just let you go like this," Old Chen said jokingly.

Zhang Yuan smiled helplessly: "Then Mr. Chen, what do you think should be done?"

Mr. Chen said with a smile: "Today, we are just friends. I want to test you again to see if you, a talented man who is popular in Yanda University, can make a poem in one step and a poem in seven steps. Your inspiration is really Inexhaustible, inexhaustible?"

Director Cheng clapped his hands and applauded: "Okay, what a meeting friend, let's have a meeting, Ms. Meng, how about it?"

Unexpectedly, Meng Hong also agreed, and said, "Zhang Yuan, do you dare to agree? Mr. Chen and I want to see the demeanor of your great talent."

Everyone agreed unanimously, Zhang Yuan had no choice but to agree, besides, since he had nothing to do anyway, he just played with everyone.

Have fun, play!

"Okay, then I'll give it a try," Zhang Yuan agreed decisively.

"Zhang Yuan, you can write it down or revise it, don't worry, I'll give you time," Chen Lao said.

Zhang Yuan took the pen and paper and began to think.

His thoughts turned rapidly, and immediately, Zhang Yuan had a new inspiration. This talent is indeed top-notch, and he was able to write poetry in just a few seconds.

This is genius among geniuses.

Zhang Yuan himself felt that he was old and powerful.