Dumb start: hold 33 concerts

Chapter 402 Don't care if others can stand it or not

Niu Min is the director after all,
The active atmosphere is very good.

Although the other people didn't speak, their phones almost touched Zhong Liang's nose hairs.

Just like Internet celebrities, there are a bunch of people with their mobile phones facing them no matter what they do.

In a short while, related videos will appear on Douyin.

People from the past, eat something and do something,
They are all posted on Moments first.
Now, it's time to record a video and make Douyin.

Zhong Liang is not unaccustomed to being confronted by so many mobile devices,
But it will feel awkward. In the past, when facing long guns and short guns, they were all strangers.
Now that a group of acquaintances are taking pictures, it makes him feel uncomfortable.

Xu could see it, Mei Qiubai said: "Mr. Zhong, don't worry, write slowly, think while writing, we have plenty of time."

The opening recording of the show cannot be recorded at once.

So today will be used for recording all day, and the outside audience also knows,
All ready to wait for the day.

But Zhong Liang couldn't write slowly,

He had already thought about copying that poem.
After taking a deep breath, write quickly,

"Moon..."

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and it looks like a dragon.

Everyone hasn't read the words and sentences he wrote carefully,

I was attracted by his hard pen calligraphy.

Tang Zhenguo and Mei Qiubai also practice calligraphy when they have nothing to do.

However, the brush calligraphy practiced by the two did not have much research on hard-tipped calligraphy.

But it didn't stop them from seeing at a glance that Zhong Liang's writing skills were not simple.

Mei Qiubai: "This character is well written, did you practice it?"

Tang Zhenguo leaned his head to admire: "It's beautiful, there are not many people who can write well now, and only us who are a little older have practiced it. I didn't expect Mr. Zhong to be so different from other young people that he would specialize in calligraphy. , Strange, strange, really strange."

Zhong Liang: "..."

You didn’t say much anymore, and you didn’t say you didn’t,

Can't I be an exception?

Zhong Liang muttered a few words and continued writing.

At this moment, everyone's attention finally focused on his words,

Moving on to the lyrics he wrote:
"When is the bright moon? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to go home by the wind, but I am afraid that the high place will be too cold. Dance to understand the shadow, what is it like in the world.

"Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, the low-lying household, and sleepless nights. There should be no hatred. What is the long-term relationship? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. "

blah blah blah!

After writing, put the pen on the coffee table.

At this moment, the sound of pen falling woke everyone up.

Zhong Liang discovered that when he wrote later,
Everyone stopped talking.

"Why don't you speak, don't you write well?"

Tang Zhenguo suddenly slapped his thigh excitedly: "Okay! It's so well written!"

Without waiting for others to speak, he copied the poems,
He chanted step by step in the observation room:
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky with the wine... This is so well written. I ask the blue sky with fine wine when the bright moon will come. The writing is so powerful, it's out of harmony with the common world, and it's too mythical and fantasy in it..."

Tang Zhenguo's study of poetry was not done in vain.
After his brief analysis, everyone understands this poem more thoroughly.

I sincerely admire Zhong Liang's imagination.

Mei Qiubai stretched out his head and sighed: "I really like the first sentence, it's really bold and imaginative."

Tang Zhenguo: "Not only is it heroic, but it is also very ingenious. At the beginning, it asks about the moon, from a high position, the next film sings about the moon, and it turns around again, echoing back and forth. Wonderful, wonderful!"

Que Zhiman: "Don't you guys think this word is very romantic? Especially the last sentence: I hope that people will live a long time and enjoy the joys of thousands of miles. This sentence is absolutely perfect, and it is absolutely the best sentence of all ages."

Niu Min: "I don't know how to appreciate poetry, but I read the whole text, and there are only two words in my mind: so fucking awesome!"

Can you be awesome?

Don't even look at who wrote this,
Su Dongpo, a great writer, is recognized as the swan song in Mid-Autumn Ci.

Zhong Liang: "Since we all think it's good, let's express our own opinions and think about how to arrange the program? How to set the music and how to recite it."

Tang Zhenguo held a piece of paper filled with poems and paced back and forth without any distractions:
"The artistic conception of the whole word is bold and unrestrained, optimistic and open-minded, yearning for the bright moon, nostalgic for the world, as well as the romantic color, chic style and smooth wording, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!"

Zhong Liang: "Is the show still being recorded?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mei Qiubai took a step forward,
Take the paper away from Tang Zhenguo's hand:
"The brush strokes are intricate and swaying. It is called deductive physics, but it actually explains human affairs."

Fuck!Are you crazy?

I'm talking to you, is it over?
Zhong Liang had one head and two big ones: "Hey, I said you can't record yet?"

Tang Zhenguo jumped out one step at a time, and snatched the poem back:
"Oh, what an open-minded life. Oh, what optimism and good wishes. Oh, how magnificent the realm is. Oh, the lofty intentions, the novel ideas. Oh..."

"Oh damn, she's so tall..."

Zhong Liang couldn't bear it anymore, picked up the pillows on the sofa,
Slapping Tang Zhenguo again and again,

Until he shuts up,
"It doesn't matter whether others can bear it or not, it really is!"

Zhong Liang snatched the paper: "I won't record it anymore, right? If I don't record it, I'll burn it."

Tang Zhenguo, whose glasses were knocked crookedly, stood up abruptly,

They rushed over and grabbed it, not paying attention to the image at all, and not paying attention to the fact that the glasses have only one leg hanging from the ear, and they may fall off at any time.

"This is art, you can't burn it."

It's fine if the words are written against the heavens.

The word is also written very artistically.

If this piece of paper was put up for auction, Tang Zhenguo couldn't even predict how high the price would be.

Especially now that charity auctions are popular, most celebrities have little talent.
If the paper written by Zhong Liang is taken out, it will definitely fetch a sky-high price.

But before that, Tang Zhenguo had to grab it first.
auction?

Impossible, Tang Zhenguo decided to collect it for life.

He plans to build a museum of ancient poetry culture,
This poem, he wants to be the treasure of the town hall.

Mei Qiubai, Que Zhiman and others also realized the value of this piece of paper,
However, he is not as thick-skinned as Tang Zhenguo, so he is too embarrassed to rob him.
It's too late now, Tang Zhenguo has snatched it into his arms and protected it like a treasure.

If you want to get it, you have to think of other ways.

Tang Zhenguo crossed his arms and asked suddenly: "By the way, Mr. Zhong, doesn't this word have a name?"

Zhong Liang: "Yes, Water Tune Getou."

"Good name, good name."

Tang Zhenguo: "Now, we can start arranging the program. This song is only for me to read. Don't try to move any of you. If you don't know anything, just ask me. Don't have bad intentions."

Damn, this old man is watertight.

The old man was very bad.

Mei Qiubai and Que Zhiman slandered each other in their stomachs,
The two were still thinking about how to trick Tang Zhenguo into getting this piece of paper,
Unexpectedly, this old man had been on guard for a long time, and it seemed that he would find an opportunity to strike later.

(End of this chapter)