Entertainment: The opening and the official announcement of the national goddess

After witnessing Zhang Xiao's writing, the calligraphers at the scene no longer knew what words to use to describe their mood at the moment.

The words were written by Zhang Xiao, and they watched and wrote them with their own eyes.

Elegant, free and easy, with a chic temperament, that is to say, Zhang Xiao is indeed the only one in Huaguo who can write his own style of copybook.

This alone is enough to inspire those who love calligraphy deeply.

Look at this ancient poem again.

It is completely convincing, no one dares to say that he can write ancient poems of the same level.

Let alone the same level, I can't even find one that can be used for comparison.

The person who was called Master Zhu by Aunt Zhou before was extremely excited at this time, and hurried to Zhang Xiao's side, took Zhang Xiao's hand, and said excitedly:

"As the saying goes, masters are masters. Zhang Xiao, your calligraphy attainments have already reached the pinnacle. Come to our Calligraphy Association as the president!"

Zhang Xiao looked at the 70-[-]-year-old man in front of him with suspicion on his face.

Moreover, the old man looked at him with a feeling of... basic love.

In fact, from the perspective of these calligraphers, it is normal. There has not been a calligrapher who can write his own charm in Huaguo for nearly a hundred years.

Even a hundred years ago, there were only some excellent calligraphers who imitated ancient monuments, but they still couldn't get rid of the traces of imitation.

However, Zhang Xiao's calligraphy has no traces of the ancients, and he has his own style. That is to say, he is a calligrapher with his own style in the last hundred years.

For the calligraphers present, how can we not be surprised?

Facing Master Zhu's words, before Zhang Xiao had time to reply, Qin Qingfeng jumped out and said, "Old Zhu, don't mess around, don't we all agree?"

"Just let Zhang Xiao go to your Calligraphy Association as the honorary president."

Without the slightest hesitation, Master Zhu said decisively: "No, our calligraphy world has been silent for too long. If Zhang Xiao can come to serve as the president, I believe he will be able to lead our calligraphy world to create greater glories."

Qin Qingfeng complained mercilessly: "Fart, being the honorary president can also create another glory, don't act recklessly, if you give him the president all at once, you will definitely not convince the public, you are harming him. "

"You fucking fart!" No one thought that Master Zhu would be impatient, and even swear words came out.

He blushed and retorted with a thick neck: "Old Qin, don't think that I don't know what you're planning. Don't you just want Zhang Xiao to take over your class?"

Hearing his words, Qin Qingfeng's old face turned red, pointed at Master Zhu and argued, "You...don't talk nonsense, do you have any evidence?"

Master Zhu snorted coldly, and said, "We've known each other for decades, I don't know what's on your mind, look at how you hide and hide, and when you mention honorary president, I know you How did the wishful thinking come about?"

Seeing that the two old men in their 70s and [-]s were about to fight, Zhang Xiao smiled wryly and said, "Well, Master Zhu, it's up to you, can you let go of my hand first?"

It's really not used to being held by an old man like this and not letting go.

Xu Lan and Yang Mi, who were beside them, looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

Xu Lan secretly said: "Oh, my daughter has done a reliable thing this time, and found me such an excellent son-in-law."

And Yang Mi was secretly happy: "Zhang Xiao can write a few words casually, so many seniors in the calligraphy world are sought after, and they are even about to fight for him. He really deserves to be my Yang Mi's man."

Yang Dingguo also had a smile on his face, and said cheerfully: "Isn't that right, Zhang Xiao is the real master? You two are both tens of years old, what's the use of arguing here?"

"Old Zhu, let go of your hands quickly, and talk slowly if you have something to say!"

Master Zhu didn't care what others said or how he looked at himself, he held Zhang Xiao tightly, looked at him straight in the eye, and asked, "Are you going to be the president?"

"Believe me, really, if the Calligraphy Association has you as its president, it will definitely lead us to create greater glories."

Don't mention how awkward Zhang Xiao felt when he was stared at so directly by an old man. For him, as for the calligraphy world to create another brilliant thing.

Please, let's all be realistic and stop having that dream.

Zhang Xiao's dream is to be a good actor, not a calligrapher. As for his writing calligraphy, it is entirely to please his father-in-law.

Besides, when people graduate, they basically don't even touch a pen. They type on a computer or a mobile phone. It is estimated that many people don't even know how to hold a brush.

Today's calligraphy has become a kind of cultivation of sentiment, where is the grand occasion of the past?

===Chapter 89 Rejecting Director Li's Call (Please collect and recommend)===

"Master Zhu, how about...I promise you, just become the honorary president." Zhang Xiao continued, somewhat dumbfounded: "As for things like creating another glories, I can only say my best."

"My main dream is to be a good actor. If I can contribute to the calligraphy industry, I must be obliged."

Hearing Zhang Xiao's polite refusal, Master Zhu was still unwilling to ask: "Are you really considering becoming the president of the Calligraphy Association?"

Zhang Xiao quickly shook his head and refused: "No more!"

For Zhang Xiao, being an honorary chairman is enough, his dream is to be a good actor, as long as he acts well, as for the others, he is really not interested.

"Alright then!" Seeing Zhang Xiao's firm attitude, Master Zhu could only reluctantly let go of Zhang Xiao's hand, feeling rather regretful in his heart.

He is very clear that Zhang Xiao's influence among young people is still good, and there is also Yang Mi, a seven-star artist. All very helpful.

Moreover, a 24-year-old young man suddenly became the president of the Calligraphy Association. If it gets out, it will definitely cause a shock, and it will be thankless.

As for calligraphy...

As the president of the Calligraphy Association, Master Zhu knows better that it is useless to tell others how good Zhang Xiao's handwriting is.

Just like Xu Lan's three sisters, they knew that Zhang Xiao's handwriting was very good, but they didn't know how to appreciate it at all.

After all, after calligraphy has reached a certain level, just like works of art, appreciation also needs a threshold.

Wait for the ink on the rice paper to dry.

The setting sun also came to the world.

Zhang Xiao and Yang Mi left first, while Xu Lan continued to chat with the three old sisters, saying that they would go back later.

In fact, Xu Lan's goal is clear to both Yang Mi and Zhang Xiao. Now that she has the "God Assist" from everyone in calligraphy, she naturally wants to show it off.

Not to mention Yang Dingguo, who has been sticking to the "Xia Ke Xing" just written by Zhang Xiao, and is arguing with those calligraphy masters, blushing.

"This is written by my son-in-law, and now I just lend it to you for viewing!"

"This was written by Zhang Xiao for our Calligraphy Association, Lao Yang, don't talk nonsense."

"Hey, I think there are problems with what you said. Don't forget how we asked Zhang Xiao to write this copybook, so I think this copybook should belong to Southwest University."

"Ah bah!!" Yang Dingguo said angrily when he heard what Master Zhu and Qin Qingfeng said, "You guys have to show some face, my son-in-law wrote it to me, are you willing to take it away?"

"What's so embarrassing about that?"