This star doesn't work overtime

Ever since she was a child, she has never seen a single person chasing her from Jiangsu, Zhejiang to Shonan, so how could she be chasing others?

Zhou Yunmiao pursed her lips, and replied to her father Zhou Wen: "Dad, are you okay?"

Zhou Wen didn't see any news about his daughter and continued to eat.

Just like last night's dinner, the food on the table was cleaned up by several people.

Wang Cheng was the first to finish eating. He ate some vegetarian dishes, a few pieces of fish, and a small bowl of rice.

Anyway, he doesn't need to grow his body, doesn't have much exercise, and doesn't need to eat so much. Eating too much will become a burden on his body and affect his health.

After eating, Wang Cheng walked around the yard a few times and looked at the yard full of farm life.

Zhou Wen followed Wang Cheng and said, "This yard is a bit rough, and it hasn't been properly renovated after buying it. Several guests and friends who came before said that it should be repaired. I'm planning to give a report to the program team in a few days and apply for some funds! "

Wang Cheng looked at the bamboo in the corner, the bluestone steps covered with moss, and the old fence full of grass, and shook his head: "I think it's very good, there is no need to renovate, so as to have a real sense of rural life. This is originally Rural areas, why do you want to do all the new and modern things?"

"That's good!"

Zhou Wen thought for a while, nodded and said, "You're right, this is really good."

Zhou Wen is the host of the TV station after all, and he still hopes to do a good job in the show, so he will instinctively accept the opinions of some guests.

At this time, after listening to Wang Cheng's words, I feel that this is indeed more artistic conception of rural life.

Zhou Wen smiled and said, "You're the first to say it's good here."

With a slight movement in Wang Cheng's heart, he turned and walked towards the arbor.

Zhou Wen thought that Wang Cheng was going to go to rest and lead the way, and wanted to make a pot of tea for Wang Cheng.

but……

Wang Cheng walked to the arbor, looked at the empty desk, and said, "Do you have any ink?"

Zhou Wen was stunned for a moment, stared at Wang Cheng with wide eyes, and asked curiously, "Brush and ink? Do you want to write?"

Wang Cheng nodded, and said calmly, "I have some ideas!"

And Wen Yixiao, Han Xiao, and An Keru, who had just finished cleaning the kitchen next to them, walked over quickly when they heard Wang Cheng's words. Zhu Ziqi was a step behind and was still cleaning the table. The man ran over, wiped the table quickly, and ran over, his face full of curiosity and puzzlement.

Zhu Ziqi hadn't seen Wang Cheng's handwriting yet, so she didn't know why Wen Yixiao, An Keru, and Han Xiao were so excited!

Zhou Wen also looked at Wen Yixiao and the others with surprise on his face.

Wen Yixiao quickly helped Wang Cheng take out the paper from Zhou Wen's box and spread it. An Keru put the paperweight in place and pressed the paper evenly.

Han Xiao was the quickest, occupied the inkstone in advance, and began to grind ink for Wang Cheng.

Wen Yixiao, Han Xiao, and An Keru all looked at Wang Cheng expectantly.

Wen Yixiao asked in a low voice: "Wang Cheng, do you have the inspiration to write?"

Zhou Wen stared blankly at this scene, as if he had become an outsider, but then he thought of what Han Xiao and An Keru said before, and suddenly his eyes flickered, and he stared at Wang Cheng even wider...

Could it be that Wang Cheng's calligraphy is very good?

but……

His heart is still full of disbelief and doubts...

Why?Why?

Wang Cheng is only 19 years old!

It is difficult to understand that cooking skills can be called masters.

And the level of calligraphy that has entered the hall?

Zhou Wen asked curiously: "Wang Cheng, what do you want to write?"

Wang Cheng didn't answer Wen Yixiao, nor Zhou Wen, but saw that Han Xiao had almost polished the ink, and then slowly picked up the brush.

An Keru immediately silenced Zhou Wen.

Zhou Wen watched every movement of Wang Cheng closely with his eyes, feeling a little shocked in his heart.

Because, at this time, Wang Cheng exudes a calm and mountain-like atmosphere, and also has a strong scholarly atmosphere, as if he has been immersed in calligraphy for many years...

Zhang Huizhong and Li Chi, who were sitting in front of the monitor, also stood up instantly at this moment, staring closely at Wang Cheng in the monitor.

Li Chi asked in amazement, "Wang Cheng also knows calligraphy?"

Zhang Huizhong said in a low voice: "I don't know, but when I was in the Tomorrow Idol program group, I really wanted to hear Liu Jiahui and Xu Chaohua mention Wang Cheng's calligraphy. I thought I heard it wrong! Now it seems...it may be true! "

Both of them stared at the picture without blinking, looking forward to it, but not too surprised.

After all, at Wang Cheng's age, even if he knows calligraphy, it may only be an introduction, and it will only add an aura to Wang Cheng, and it will not have much impact.

but……

When Wang Cheng's brush fell slowly.

Zhang Huizhong, Li Chi, and other staff in front of the monitor.

And Zhou Wen, Wen Yixiao and others at the scene all held their breath.

Every pair of eyes looked at Wang Cheng's hand without blinking, and the traces of the writing brush on the paper.

Words appeared on the white paper with Wang Cheng's wrist that moved like a dragon and snake...

Zhou Wen, who knew calligraphy best at the scene, seemed to be struck by lightning. His body was stiff and motionless, but he just looked at Wang Cheng with dull and incredulous eyes.

Even Wen Yixiao, Han Xiao, and An Keru, who knew something about Wang Cheng's calligraphy, looked at Wang Cheng with wide eyes in shock.

Zhu Ziqi's impact may be second only to Zhou Wen...

She never dreamed that Wang Cheng could write such calligraphy?

Moreover, Zhu Ziqi looked at the words written by Wang Cheng and thought about it for a while, but found that she had no impression, it was not any ancient prose she had seen and studied.

"Is this an original article written by Wang Cheng himself?"

This thought flashed through Zhu Ziqi's mind.

And this idea quickly appeared in the hearts of Zhou Wen, An Keru, Han Xiao, and Wen Yixiao, so they all stared at Wang Cheng and those words, holding their breath, not daring to breathe, for fear of disturbing themselves To Wang Cheng, influenced Wang Cheng's creation!

Zhang Huizhong almost leaned in front of the monitor, and said in a trembling voice: "Zoom the camera closer, and take a close-up of Wang Cheng and those words!"

Li Chi has also posted it in front of the monitor, and his voice is also a little trembling: "This character looks like a work of art. I have seen several calligraphy collections in Hunan, all of which were famous calligraphers 300 years ago. works, but none of them seem to have the beauty and artistic conception of Wang Cheng’s writing.”

Zhang Huizhong said firmly: "Wang Cheng's running script is already at the level of a master!"

Li Chi was shocked: "Master running calligraphy?"

Zhang Huizhong said affirmatively: "That's right, it's definitely master-level running script calligraphy. I've seen a master running script calligraphy in the capital. It's almost like this, but it's half a grade worse than Wang Cheng's handwriting."

Li Chi's eyes widened even further: "Is master-level calligraphy inferior to Wang Cheng?"

Zhang Huizhong smiled wryly: "I think so. However, you should read carefully what Wang Cheng wrote..."

Li Chi frowned slightly, read the book from the beginning again, jumped up on the spot, and exclaimed in a low voice, "Is this a live original?"

224. Humble Room Inscription!The first contemporary script?

This Celebrity Doesn't Work Overtime Text Volume 224. Humble Room Inscription!The first contemporary script?Li Chi looked at the words written by Wang Cheng, thought carefully, and then suddenly woke up.

Just now, he just looked at Wang Cheng's running script level, and was shocked for a while, and didn't think about the content carefully!

At this moment, when he looked at the content, he found out.

The content is actually more shocking.

Li Chi read the name softly: "The humble room inscription...?"

Zhang Huizhong quickly used the idle monitor next to him to play back the live video screen just recorded, which clearly recorded what Zhou Wen said: "This yard is a bit shabby, and it hasn't been properly renovated after buying it. Several guests and friends who came before Said that it should be repaired. I am planning to give a report to the program team in a few days and apply for some funds!"

The following is what Wang Cheng said: "I think it's very good, there is no need to renovate, so that we can have a real sense of rural life. This is a rural area, why do you want to do all the new and modern things?"

Li Chi's eyes flashed brightly: "So, Wang Cheng wrote this article because he had a sudden inspiration when he was chatting with Zhou Wen just now? Are you still using master-level calligraphy?"

Zhang Huizhong nodded softly: "This is the only reasonable explanation, the unreasonable thing is...he is only 19 years old..."

Li Chi stopped talking, and carefully stared at the lines of words that looked like works of art.

Even if the staff of the program group who didn't know much about calligraphy were watching it with great fascination at this time, they also knew that this was definitely a rare calligraphy work of art!

especially!

Everyone can see the extraordinary content in it.

Moreover, Wang Cheng's writing movements are like art in themselves.

Whether it was the scene or the work area of ​​the program group, it became extremely silent again!

Everyone stopped making a sound, and watched the scene carefully, watching every movement of Wang Cheng, and didn't want to break the tranquility of art just because they made a sound.

Only Han Xiao kept grinding the ink, and every movement was gentle and very regular. This is the ink grinding skill she learned since she was a child, but the quality of this inkstone is relatively average.

Wang Cheng kept dipping in the ink, and the pen moved like a snake, without stopping at all, and every word quickly appeared on the white paper.

When the last word fell, it happened to fill the entire paper, leaving a small blank space in the bottom right corner. After a little hesitation, Wang Cheng wrote down his name——Wang Cheng, and the time signature.

The whole paper is just full!

It was as if Wang Cheng had already calculated everything from the moment he started writing.

When Wang Cheng slowly put down the brush, the scene was still quiet!

Pairs of eyes looked at the text, and then at Wang Cheng, all a little shocked.

Except for Han Xiao, it was almost the first time for everyone else to see Wang Cheng write so many words, and Han Xiao also picked up many words written by Wang Cheng from the trash can when he was recording a program with Wang Cheng at Jiangsu and Zhejiang TV stations. , I have never seen Wang Cheng write so many words on the spot.

And Zhu Ziqi's mind went blank, and he couldn't believe what happened in front of him.

After all, Zhou Wen is the oldest, the most knowledgeable, and he has a good self-cultivation, so he quickly woke up, took a step forward and carefully looked at the words on the white paper on the table, and murmured in a slightly trembling voice: "Every word is like It is chic, running script and cursive script, and every word seems to be like a wandering dragon... I am afraid that Wang Xizhi is still alive, at most it is like this!"

"It is rumored that Wang Xizhi's cursive script is the best in the world, and he was conferred the sage of calligraphy. It's a pity that none of his works have been handed down, only copied versions. However, the ancients' evaluation of Wang Xizhi's cursive script is as floating as a cloud, as shocking as a dragon!"

"This picture has that kind of taste..."

"I have seen the works of all the calligraphers in China, among which the works of the two calligraphers of running script are the most researched, and I have a copy at home. However, compared with Wang Cheng's work, they are all inferior!"

Zhou Wen praised the comments with his face full of admiration, and his eyes couldn't bear to leave the words above, as if he was looking at the most precious thing in the world. Looking at the lines of words, his eyes sparkled even more, and he said excitedly: "However, the most surprising thing is Yes, this work of yours was created temporarily."

Shaking his head slightly, Zhou Wen began to read: "The humble room inscription."

"If the mountain is not high, there will be a name if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, there will be dragons. This is a shabby room, but my virtue is sweet. The steps on the terrace are green, and the grass is green in the curtain. There are great Confucians in talking and laughing, and there are no white people in communication. It can be adjusted Suqin, read the golden scriptures. There is no messy ear of silk and bamboo, no labor form of case. Nanyang Zhuge Lu, Xishu Ziyun Pavilion."

"Confucius said, why is there such a thing?"

finished reading...

There was silence again.

Everyone can hear that this is a very typical ancient prose, and it is of a very high standard, which fits well with the scene here.

This is the rarest!

Zhou Wen immediately clasped his fists in both hands, bowed at ninety degrees to Wang Cheng, and said in a sincere and excited voice: "Wang Cheng, thank you for writing this article for me and this house. With your article, I feel I haven't lived in vain in my life. However, it's still ridiculous, I haven't reached the realm you wrote about!"

Wang Cheng didn't speak...

Han Xiao looked at Zhou Wen, and said with a serious face, "Mr. Zhou, how do you know that Wang Cheng wrote it to you? Wang Cheng did write here because of his feelings, but I think it was written by Wang Cheng to himself." Yes. This is a portrayal of Wang Cheng's own life..."

At this moment, several people around woke up.

Wen Yixiao, An Keru, and Zhu Ziqi all gave Zhou Wen a bad look. They knew that Zhou Wen's words were to announce that Wang Cheng gave him this work, and thus obtained Wang Cheng's handwriting.

And Han Xiao started to help Wang Cheng fight for this work, not wanting to leave this work to Zhou Wen.

However, Wang Cheng himself didn't seem to care about this.

for a moment...

Wen Yixiao, An Keru, and Zhu Ziqi thought about it for a while, and they all knew that at this time they had to unite to help Han Xiao. Zhou Wen was an outsider after all.

Wang Cheng's works are absolutely not allowed to fall into the hands of outsiders.

They also don't want to be obtained by the other party...

Therefore, the best way is to let Wang Cheng take care of it himself. In the end, whoever can become Wang Cheng's hostess will be the master of this work.

An Keru immediately said: "Mr. Zhou, I think what Han Xiao said is reasonable. This is what Wang Cheng wrote about his own feelings. I can see that Wang Cheng likes this place very much and enjoys life here. In fact, he What I wrote is about his life and feelings here on this day, which may not have much to do with you."

Wen Yixiao also nodded in agreement: "Mr. Zhou, yes, this is the true portrayal of Wang Cheng himself."