Datang Live Room

"This... this fan... why does it look so new?" The middle-aged man squatted in front of Ke Shanlan.

If he hadn't taken out a magnifying glass from his pocket, he would have crawled into the fan.

"Didn't I just say that? I asked my friend to write this."

"Impossible, this is impossible!" The middle-aged man murmured.

"Professor Liu, what's wrong with you?"

"Yeah, what's impossible? The fan I just wrote on must be new."

"What do you know?" Professor Liu didn't even look back, but still looked at it with a magnifying glass: "This... this looks like the authentic work of Chu Suiliang!"

He specializes in ancient calligraphy, and is particularly familiar with the calligraphy of the Tang Dynasty, among which Chu Suiliang is his favorite.

To say that he is the first person to study Chu Suiliang in China, he dares to say that he is second, but no one dares to say that he is first.

He himself is also very good at imitating Chu Suiliang's calligraphy, but this imitation is still an imitation.

Even if two paintings looked almost identical, he could tell which one was an imitation from many subtle details.

But this time, he couldn't tell at all.

If, that is, if this fan was sent to Panjiayuan to be old, he felt that even he would think it was an authentic fan of Chu Suiliang of the Tang Dynasty.

Every little detail and habit that I researched between the lines in these words is exactly the same as Chu Suiliang's words.

Of course he would not make these researched things public, so he felt that only he knew about them.

Could it be that there is another person who knows these things, and that person is extremely accomplished in calligraphy, so he can copy such a calligraphy?

He even pulled Ke Shanlan with some disregard for etiquette and asked, "Where is your friend? Where is your friend?"

Ke Shanlan didn't know what was wrong with him, but Professor Liu was a frequent visitor to the family. Many times, he would be invited to come over to touch some of the calligraphy and paintings that the family bought privately, so he said honestly:

"This is given to me by the anchor of Datang Live Room."

"Datang's live broadcast room?" Professor Liu was stunned for a moment, and then immediately responded: "The one that gives live classes to Huamei Academy?"

They are all in this circle, so it is impossible not to know.

He even visited it several times and found that the live broadcast room restored many things from the Tang Dynasty very well.

But his major was calligraphy, and there was almost no such content in the live broadcast room, so he didn't watch it often.

"He can also do calligraphy?"

Ke Shanlan thought for a moment and said, "Probably not!"

Although there was no live broadcast when Yan Kai asked Dengshan to write this calligraphy, Ke Shanlan rarely missed Yan Kai's live broadcast due to his limited mobility.

He had seen Yan Kai's calligraphy before, and he could only guess what he wrote if he took a serious guess.

So saying Yan Kai would not be polite.

But who in the live broadcast room doesn’t know that Yan Kai is a master of shaking people?

What he doesn't know himself, he can shake people, but this time I don't know who he shook to write the word.

At this time, everyone who came to the banquet was attracted by Ke Shanlan and Professor Liu.

Even the old lady herself was very interested. She looked at the fan that Ke Shanlan gave her. The handwriting on it was indeed extraordinary.

The characters give people the feeling that the weight of bones and flesh is balanced, and the combination of hardness and softness, clear and delicate strength, strength and beauty, bone and rhyme are almost integrated into one.

"Why don't you ask?"

The old lady spoke, and Ke Shanlan obeyed.

Opening the live broadcast room, Yan Kai happened to be making a round fan during the live broadcast.

Ke Shanlan habitually greeted him with a carnival, and then asked:

"Anchor, which master wrote the longevity words on the round fan?"

"Master?" Yan Kai pointed outside: "You just come to my house to make a living. What's wrong?"

"Can you please ask him to write something more casually?"

"I'll go take a look." Yan Kai walked outside and saw Dengshan tricking Sanya and Li Wanshun into getting snacks out of their hands.

"Lord Denshan!"

When Dengshan saw that Yan Kai had caught him, even though he was thick-skinned, he couldn't stand it anymore.

He laughed twice: "I was joking."

"Then can you please help me write a few more words?"

"No problem, no problem!" Then he pointed at Sanya's hand: "Can you give me some of this dried fish?"

Yan Kai asked Yan Xiaoer to find him a plate. He happily took one and put it in his mouth and chewed it before asking.

"What are you writing today? Are you writing birthday messages again?"

Ke Shanlan typed and said: "Can you write this sentence? Those who read it later will also feel the elegance."

Yan Kai didn't care, he just did as he was told.

"Eh? Have you read the preface to Lanting?" Dengshan glanced at Yan Kai curiously, and then wrote these words directly.

After finishing writing, he said with some dissatisfaction: "It's better than Wang Yi."

Then he waved the words in his hand: "Do you want it?"

Yan Kai took it, then walked aside and asked:

"Is this handwriting very good?"

Anyway, he thought it looked similar to Zheng Zhixun's.

Most of the viewers in the live broadcast room were similar to Yan Kai.

Anyway, you can see that the writing is straight, but they don’t know how good it is and what’s good about it.

But Professor Liu was numb. This live broadcast room has a high-definition zoom mode. He looked at the camera and studied it.

The more he looked at it, the more he shook his head and muttered: "It's incredible, it's incredible."

Because their museum has a copy of "Lanting Preface" by Chu Suiliang. It is definitely not exactly the same as this one, but the style and writing are exactly the same.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought it was written by Chu Suiliang himself.

"Ask the anchor, is this calligraphy for sale?"

Ke Shanlan asked Yan Kai as he typed.

Yan Kai didn't expect that he could sell it for money just by writing such a few words?

I can only say that people who write well are really hungry.

Eleven words, fold them in half and round them up, and you’ll get six hundred!

Yan Kai made a gesture of six and nodded and said: "Okay, then six..."

"No problem, six thousand, please hang up the little yellow car."

Yan Kai shook his hands. He could be considered a big anchor with an annual income of tens of millions. Is his understanding of money still too superficial?

Just a few words written casually, six thousand?

Is the world finally turned upside down?

Just when Yan Kai was about to refuse, another reward barrage floated over: Anchor Yan, we can buy this painting for 7,000.

Looking at the signature again, it turned out to be a professor from the Chinese Academy of Fine Arts.

Professor Liu obviously knew the person opposite him, and a reward barrage floated over: "Old man Mi, what do you mean? I'll pay you 8,000!"

This has also started to increase prices on its own.

At first, the person on the other side only saw the ID of Nanshanke and said he wanted to buy it. Now he saw Professor Liu’s ID and put two smiley faces on his face and said:

"I didn't know it was Professor Liu who wanted it, so forget it."

Professor Liu then said to Yan Kai: "Baqian, hang up the little yellow cart."

Yan Kai scratched his head and said: "Six thousand is fine, but can I ask why you want to take this picture?"