The style of painting is different, but it is better to be strong

The moment Chen Zhizhi picked up the pen, his whole temperament changed instantly.

Chen Yici stared at the rice paper with bated breath.

The moment the pen dipped in ink touches the paper, it seems to be given life.

The words that Chen Zhizhi wants to restore are the four characters "watching the sea and listening to the waves".

There were several leaders sitting in the seats, and the curator couldn't sit still anymore, so he stood up and paced non-stop.

He knew that he shouldn't agree to the nonsense of these two people. He didn't know why at the time, his brain cramped and he agreed. How did he know that so many leaders would come?

It's all right now, I am fooling around with these two people, not only losing the face of those two young people, but also the face of myself and the National Museum.

That's Chen Zhizhi's calligraphy.

Even if the young man in front of him has been practicing calligraphy since he was born, even if he is Chen Zhizhi’s disciple who personally guides him, no, even if he is Chen Zhizhi’s own son and grandson, Chen Zhizhi presses him every day and begs him to practice calligraphy If you teach him all you can, it's impossible to completely reproduce Mr. Chen's character.

What's more, he is just a farmer without schooling, so maybe the meaning of the words "watching the sea and listening to the waves" doesn't make sense.

There were cameras all around, and a group of reporters poured in from nowhere, pointing cameras at him.

He said angrily: "Stop taking pictures, video recording is strictly prohibited."

Pan Ming and the others sat very leisurely in their seats, blowing on the tea leaves from time to time, looking like the years were peaceful.

The moment Chen Zhizhi wrote, the air was still full of noise and ridicule, as well as the sound of messy footsteps full of the meaning of watching a good show.

Calligraphy pays attention to tranquility.

When Chen Zhizhi usually practices calligraphy, he burns incense and sits alone in a room, unlike now, the surroundings are crowded with people, and there are also children watching the fun crowded around the table.

But he didn't seem to care, he wrote, wrote back, and finally lifted the pen lightly, and wrote the word "Guan".

After this concept came out, there was a lot of discussion on the Internet:

"The stance is still quite good. Seeing how vigorous the pen is, I really think it's Mr. Chen who is possessed."

"Don't tell me, his annoying energy is gone as soon as he writes. He really has the air of a superior person."

"Actually, he looks pretty good (little voice), except he has no brains and doesn't respect the artistic seniors."

"This word...Huh? It seems to be quite good unexpectedly."

"I don't know calligraphy, but I don't seem to be aware of it."

"No, no, he doesn't really think that after practicing calligraphy for a few days, he can be called a calligrapher, and he can stand side by side with Mr. Chen, right?"

"This kind of calligraphy looks good, but it's actually the same. It only takes a few days of practice. My little nephew who has practiced calligraphy for two months can also write it. Calligraphy is not as simple as you think."

"Let me just say, listen to the opinions of professionals, and I feel that this word is just average."

"Personally, it's really good-looking, but listening to the analysis of the professionals upstairs, it seems that the emm level is really average."

"Aren't those professionals there? Let them judge."

In fact, the moment Chen Zhizhi was writing, the leisurely eyes of several leaders gradually became sharper, and they put down the tea in their hands at the same time.

Mr. Qi from the Calligraphy Association, at the moment when the word "Guan" came out, regardless of his advanced age, he stood up tremblingly on crutches.

Pan Ming also immediately took out his glasses and watched from a distance.

Several leaders stood up one after another.

The curator held his breath and watched Chen Zhi Zhi write, and he was relieved the moment he saw the words coming out, thinking that fortunately there is no effect of chickens pecking rice and demons dancing wildly.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, there was suddenly a reprimand from Mr. Qi behind him:

"You are simply fooling around!"

The curator's heart that had just been let go hung up again, thinking that what should come is still here, and immediately apologized:

"It was my mistake. I shouldn't have let such a child mess around. In fact, this person is a fool—"

"How can you let a calligrapher write with a pen in such a noisy environment?!"

"There are so many voices around here, and people are coming and going, how can people write with peace of mind?!"

Mr. Qi knows how important a quiet environment is for painting and calligraphy.

He was simply heartbroken.

Nonsense, just nonsense.

Faced with such profound calligraphy works, they only dared to look at it from a distance, and did not dare to approach for fear of disturbing Chen Zhizhi, but they saw a few children moving Chen Zhizhi's rice paper there.

It was so irritating.

Calligrapher?

The curator was completely dumbfounded.

Isn't he a mischievous kid? Why did he suddenly become a calligrapher?

But before he had time to think too much, he immediately evacuated the crowd, leaving only a few expert leaders at the scene, and it became very quiet.

Chen Zhizhi did not receive everything that happened outside, and he concentrated on writing.

The pen walks on the paper like a flexible dragon, and the paper and ink are quickly given life.

Soon, the words "sea" and "listen" also fell on the paper.

Just as he was writing the last word, another group of people poured in from outside the door.

The curator reprimanded the security personnel:

"It's not that people are not allowed to come in, what's the matter with you?"

"Who won't let in? Huh?"

A loud voice resounded through the three floors of the museum.

Old Master Qi turned around and saw the person coming, frowned and snorted, then turned around.

When the curator saw the person, he almost lost his breath in fear.

The person who came was none other than the president of Jumozhai, Mr. Yang.

The National Calligraphy Association is a public organization, while Jumozhai is similar to a private organization, and the status of the two in the calligraphy world is comparable.

And the two leaders: Mr. Qi and Mr. Yang naturally dislike each other.

The curator looked up to the sky and screamed.

How can such a small national museum accommodate several ancient gods and beasts such as Qinglong Baihu Suzaku.

Now the purpose of Mr. Yang's visit is also obvious, and it must be for Chen Zhizhi's calligraphy.

He really didn't expect that this fool is so capable.

As the saying goes, there is really only a thin line between a madman and a genius.

The last word "Tao" fell on the paper, Chen Zhi put down the pen and waited for the ink to dry.

Mr. Qi and Mr. Yang walked quickly to his side at the same time, their eyes showing the excitement of discovering talents at the same time.

How many years, how many years have they not met such a talented person.

Even though they have practiced calligraphy all their lives, when facing this calligraphy, they feel inferiority complex for no reason.

Grandpa Qi murmured:

"I've only seen two people with such good calligraphy."

One is now, and the other is Mr. Chen's calligraphy.

The person in front of him is only in his early twenties, but his writing power is as powerful as if he has experienced a hundred years of vicissitudes.

He took a deep breath, and was about to ask Chen Zhizhi how many years of calligraphy he had practiced.

"Son, how long have you been practicing calligraphy?"

Old Man Qi raised his head in astonishment, watched Old Man Yang gently stroking Chen Zhizhi's head, and asked him what he wanted to ask first.

He had never seen Old Man Yang, who was usually stern, so kind!

Chen Zhizhi was patted on the head by an old man who was hundreds of years younger than himself, and he always felt weird.

He avoided it quietly, and thought about the few days he had just passed through, so he answered honestly:

"Just a few months."

Mr. Yang's hand froze in mid-air.

Mr. Yang's smile froze on his face.

They have been practicing for decades, and the young man in front of them, who is decades younger than them, has written calligraphy that they have been unable to match for hundreds of years.

While being hit, their eyes were shining:

"Would you like to come to our Jumo Studio/National Calligraphy Association?"

Two identical voices sounded.

Mr. Qi and Mr. Yang looked at each other threateningly.

Chen Zhizhi was a little dazed, and asked cautiously:

"Calligraphy Association, Jumo Studio... what is it?"

When the three of them were staring at each other, the curator felt something was wrong and secretly pulled Chen Yici aside:

"Well, besides thinking that you are Chen Zhizhi, does your brother have any other symptoms?"

Chen Yici shook his head, the crisis has been resolved, he heaved a sigh of relief and wanted to make amends for his brother:

"No, curator, he's actually not sick, he just loves to fantasize, and he's just like a normal person."

The curator pondered.

I thought that would not work either.

The curator secretly went to pull the two old men.

The two old men were arguing about which one is better, Jumozhai or the National Calligraphy Association, when they were suddenly dragged away and glared at the curator at the same time:

"What are you doing?!"

The curator repeated Chen Yici's words to several leaders, and said earnestly:

"Master, you have to be careful."

The two old men didn't know, so they looked at him.

The curator explained:

"This man is really good at calligraphy."

"But this man is an idiot!"

Mr. Yang and Mr. Qi were puzzled at the same time.

The curator explained: "It's just that this person has some mental problems, and he will regard himself as Mr. Chen Zhizhi."

After saying this, the two old men did not show the astonished expressions they had imagined, but instead had a feeling of... a sudden realization.

Mr. Yang stroked his beard and said, "So that's the case. No wonder this kid is so good at calligraphy at such a young age. It turns out that he was immersed in it."

The curator felt that the two elderly people did not understand very well:

"Don't you two think that he has lost his mind?"

Grandpa Qi sighed:

"If he hadn't gone crazy, he wouldn't have achieved such an achievement. It's really awe-inspiring for a person to dedicate himself to this extent for calligraphy and what he loves."

curator:……

The curator figured it out.

Not a single brain circuit in this group of artists is normal.

It's a pity that the wish of the two old men to recruit talents has not been realized.

Chen Zhizhi neither knew what Jumozhai was, nor did he know what the National Calligraphy Association was for.

These two well-known organizations are not as attractive to him as chocolate ice cream.

What's more, he has only worn it for a day or two now, if he has to wear it back one day, it will be troublesome.

So he left behind that calligraphy, ate the chocolate ice cream that Chen Yici bought for him on the way, and went home with Chen Yici.

But before leaving, he repeatedly emphasized that the calligraphy and painting hanging in the museum were fakes.

Chen Zhizhi earnestly said: "I will never allow anyone to tarnish my work and use my name to bluff and cheat."

Behind Chen Zhizhi, Chen Yici desperately gestured to several leaders, clasping his hands together in prayer.

Knowing the truth about Chen Zhizhi's madness, the curator and the elders nodded slightly to Chen Yici to indicate that they knew.

Then he said to Chen Zhizhi in a coaxing tone:

"We'll definitely check."

Although they were coaxing children when they said it, they really did not dare to take this work lightly.

At first they thought it was two young people messing around, but it turned out that a pair of calligraphy was thrown here, and their attainments were more than a hundred times higher than that of all the people present combined.

This cannot but be taken seriously.

What's more, with the painting and calligraphy written by Chen Zhizhi for comparison, they really saw something wrong.

Right now it is really necessary to take this calligraphy for further identification.

Before leaving, the two old men took the initiative to leave their business cards and contact information, and asked for Chen Zhizhi's name.

Chen Zhizhi answered cleanly:

"My name is Chen Zhizhi."

The old man wondered: "I said the real name."

Chen Zhizhi said sincerely:

"My real name is Chen Zhizhi."

Grandpa: ...

Forget it, it looks like he's dying.

Be considerate.