child prodigy at eighty

"Who are you?" Song Shiyu asked suddenly.

"I'm translating a city horse into a country!" The man stood up and raised his head arrogantly, as if he was such a big deal, "My teacher said, if I don't take the first place this time, no one deserves to take the first place." one!"

"Ma Weiguo, right?" He stepped forward with a sullen face and said, "It's not No. 2, it's not No. 3. I haven't heard your name from the top ten. It seems that if you are unconvinced, you will be very happy." many."

"I just refuse to accept it! If it wasn't for my bad condition that day, you wouldn't be No. 1!" The man yelled dissatisfied.

"The arena is not your home! The judges are not your father! Thirty or forty old artists preside over the competition, and you just say it's unfair. Are you blaspheming art or are you ignoring the strength of old artists? Do you think you can have milk if you cry and make trouble? I didn’t even bother to do this when I was three years old!” Song Shiyu looked at him contemptuously, “You, a man in his thirties, are doing this too, don’t be ashamed!”

"We have a total of 43 judges, all of whom are from different provinces, cities and regions. They are all artists of the older generation, and our competition system is absolutely fair and just. The results of the selection are all approved by everyone. Comrade Ma, please pay attention to your words . " Saifang also came out with a righteous explanation at the right time.

"That's right, it's not fair to dare to say it, but you have to show some real evidence, who wouldn't say it with empty teeth." A spectator who couldn't see it was angry.

"That's it."

"You take it, we will testify for you."

The onlookers started booing.

"I, I just don't accept it!" The man was shocked for a moment, seeing that the situation was one-sided, and realized that he would not be able to win if he fought alone, he immediately turned around and looked at the contestants with tears of grievance in his eyes, "Are you convinced? Being crushed by a hairy child, why! Who knows the hard work we have been practicing calligraphy for 20 years? We can’t stop when our clothes are soaked in sweat in summer, and we can’t stop when our fingers are torn in winter. We didn’t get No.1 , look at him again, teenagers are number one, and I don’t think his handwriting is necessarily better than everyone else! I’m convinced whoever takes the first place among you, but he is not convinced!”

"That's right, we don't accept it!" Finally someone was incited and began to agree.Those who can come are all the best from various provinces and cities, so why do you say that he is the number one?I think my handwriting is still the first!

"Don't accept? This old man will show you what obedience is!" The leader of the competition, Mr. Liao, stood in front of the stage in good spirits, and said to Gu Weifeng, "Son, take the words in your hand."

Gu Weifeng pursed his lips, and carefully placed the torn characters in his hand in front of the old man.

Mr. Liao smoothed the paper regretfully, slowly put them together, and smiled lovingly at Song Shiyu, "Don't be afraid, child, I will fix the words for you when I go back. Although it is not as good as it was, it will not be too bad. .”

"Thank you Mr. Liao." Song Shiyu nodded, neither sad nor happy.

Then the old man looked at Ma Weiguo's work with a cold face: "The writing is boneless and fleshless, as dry as wood, the layout is flat and scattered, lacks layers, has no shape and no spirit, and there are typos! Said to take the first place? Do you think I have no one in China!"

Then I commented on several unconvincing works, all of which have flaws of one kind or another.Finally, I turned to Song Shiyu's characters: "The shape of this little friend Song is like a distant mountain, with moist peaks, strong and rich tendons, and a very beautiful layout. If you ask me, Song Shiyu will definitely be the leader in the Chinese calligraphy world in ten years time." Mainstay!"

"Mr. Liao is right." Another old gentleman stood up, "A literati must have the character of a literati, is it good or bad, don't you know? I dare say, let this child take the first half of it. Wronged!"

"I want to gain fame and reputation. Where did I go when I was practicing calligraphy? I am not convinced at this time. If we have the ability to speak for our works, we will never bury an outstanding junior!" Another old man said convincingly.

Song Shiyu stood there, and after thanking him, he readily accepted the old man's kindness.He is too calm, in the calligraphy of a picture, he has absolute self-confidence and self-knowledge.

The man's face turned pale, and he was completely sober from the wine. He knew that he had offended Taishan Beidou in the calligraphy world, and if he didn't restore the situation today, his future would be ruined.

"I, I was in poor health that day, and I was not in shape. I usually write much better than this!" The man changed his attitude just now, and said pitifully, "If you don't believe me, let's compare again!"

"You say it's better than it is, what kind of place is this!" No one is going to follow him now.

"Competition? What do you compare with?" Song Shiyu looked at him, and said sharply with a teacher's style: "You're still hungover, and your hands are shaking like chaff, what can you write now? Don't say that the competition is not repeated. The rule is to be extra merciful, what do you compare it with? Calligraphy is writing characters, which is more about tempering the mind. You don’t want to be beautiful, but you have to be fair and neutral. And you, do you have it? I think you have practiced into the dog's belly!"

Song Xiaosan was really good at training people. He was even better than the dean. He was so powerful that he trained the man like a grandson. But this man was not a child after all. Can't do it listen.

"I didn't!" the man insisted, "I must have written it well!"

"It's nothing! If you can't compare with others, you just play tricks. What kind of behavior are you doing? An uneducated old lady in the country can only do this. It's okay to be unconvinced. You first pay for my writing, and after paying, how do you compare?" , I will accompany you to the end!"

"If you pay, you will pay, write a picture and pay you back." The man said indifferently.

"Your words are worthless." Song Shiyu said directly.

"Your is worthless! Last time someone bought my handwriting for 500 yuan and I didn't sell it!" The man's proud nostrils were almost up to the sky.

"Really?" Song Shiyu smiled, "That's a good comparison."

He raised his head and asked Mr. Liao: "Mr., can I hold an auction on the spot?"

"Well, just right, I'll host it for you." The old man liked this kind of young man who was capable and not pussy. The young man in front of him was exactly what he wanted, so he liked it.

auction?What auction?Is it the same as the one shown on TV?Most of the people present had never seen it before, and suddenly felt that this kid knew a lot.

"The one I wrote is broken, so I'll replace it with the one I usually write. Everyone has no objections." Song Shiyu went to fetch his intact work.

Those present said it was okay.

The man also brought his usual proud work, and said something for the sake of fairness.

Then, under the auspices of Mr. Liao, the filming started. It was also based on the five hundred bids the man said, and his works were filmed first.

The man's work is not bad, it can be said to be very beautiful, it is not so good compared to the one he wrote in the competition, it is likely that, as he said, it did not perform well.

Although what he did was not on the stage, there are still people who like his words, and finally he was photographed on the spot at a price of [-] yuan.

This is already considered a very good price, and few of their newcomers can achieve it, and the men's tails are going up to the sky.

Next is Song Shiyu's words, everyone really sweats for him.One thousand and three, that is not a small number.

Gu Weifeng secretly lowered his eyes, really can't...

"Six hundred." Some people began to bid one after another.

"Seven hundred." A well-mannered man bid.

……

"One thousand." Another gracefully dressed woman followed suit.

……

"Three thousand." The man continued to bid.

"Five thousand." The woman was not far behind.

In the end, the scene became a battleground between two people, and you came and went with me without any surprises, but the numbers reported became more and more astonishing.

"Ah!" Everyone was so startled that they couldn't keep their mouths shut. This would require real money. Did they think that just shouting would be enough?

"Eight thousand." The man said calmly.

"Heh!" There was an uproar, Baqian bought a pair of handwriting written by a child, he must be crazy.

The woman did not follow up, and after three bids, Song Shiyu's handwriting was sold for 8000 yuan.

"Wait a minute, I have a gracious request," the man said.

"You say."

"The words that I want to be torn."

What?Did they hear correctly, buy the broken ones?The man must be either crazy or stupid.

Old Mr. Liao was also surprised, but he has experienced a lot of wind and rain, so he doesn't take this matter seriously, "As long as Xiaoyou Song has no objection, I agree."

"Can you tell me why?" Song Shiyu asked seriously.

"I'm Xu Da, the manager of Extraordinary Painting and Calligraphy. I believe your work has great potential, and it's worth the price." The man smiled decently and generously,

He likes it for this reason.Who doesn't like being affirmed?

"Then I'll give it to you when the paper is finished." Song Shiyu was also unambiguous, "After all, you took this complete work."

The man raised his eyebrows unexpectedly and readily agreed.

When the transaction was concluded on the spot and the money was handed over and the goods were delivered, thunderous applause suddenly sounded, and the camera flash and video camera simultaneously recorded this historical moment.

Song Shiyu smiled slightly. The 14-year-old boy's face was still slightly immature, and his body was thin, but no one dared to underestimate him. He was like a young white poplar standing upright. Although the tree has not yet grown, it is already a pillar attitude.

And that man, who remembers?Even the young reporter who was suspected of provoking trouble at the beginning had already forgotten him and recorded this upstart in the painting and calligraphy world.

The next day, newspapers and TVs reported the legendary event in the art museum overwhelmingly. You must know that this is the capital, where TV and newspapers are distributed all over the country. Song Shiyu's name suddenly became synonymous with child prodigy.

What child prodigy is now, what is the youngest successor of traditional culture, what is a new star in the calligraphy world, what is a young man who should be self-improving, just like Song Shiyu, anyway, various media praised Song Xiaosan, and even specially interviewed a TV program called The scenery is infinite.

This is the real one-time fame.