Entertainment: The opening game and the national goddess official announced

At this time, the group of people around Yang Dingguo were all staring closely at the wooden box in his hand, with very fiery eyes.

It seems...

They should all be people from the calligraphy industry!

And the only purpose of their coming here should be the two copybooks written by Zhang Xiao in the wooden box!

Yang Dingguo found two tables and put them together. Then he took out the two copybooks from the wooden box and slowly spread them out.

hiss!

As soon as the copybook was opened, everyone present immediately fell silent, and everyone's face was full of shock.

At this moment, they knew that Yang Dingguo and Qin Qingfeng had not misjudged each other, and these two calligraphers had indeed written their own charm.

And if they see it on the spot, they will be able to feel that every stroke, every stroke, every horizontal stroke and every vertical stroke in the copybook contains a unique charm.

Several people were thinking carefully, and their hearts became more and more excited.

"Yes, it's absolutely true. This is definitely not an imitation of the charm of ancient monuments, but a unique style that has never appeared before, creating a charm."

"This character is so beautifully written, really beautiful!"

"I never expected that I would see such beautiful calligraphy in my lifetime. The Chinese calligraphy community is saved!"

"Genius, genius in the world of calligraphy!"

Everyone present was a calligrapher, and they could tell at a glance whether the charm on this copybook was imitated by the ancients.

Some copybooks are extremely arrogant, while others are extremely heroic.

The two calligraphy sheets he saw in front of him were free and easy with a kind of vitality. No ancients had this style before.

Therefore, they can be absolutely certain that these two copybooks are not imitations.

After they were shocked, they looked at Zhang Xiao next to them with burning eyes.

At this time, Zhang Xiaozheng had peeled a plate of melon seeds and put it to Yang Mi's mouth affectionately, coaxing: "Open your mouth, ah!"

"Ah!" Yang Mi opened her mouth and ate it in one bite. While chewing, she picked up the small plate in front of her and brought the melon seed pulp to Zhang Xiao's mouth.

“···”

Aiya, I go.

Everyone present was speechless when they saw this scene in front of them!

How long has it been since then and you are still showing off your affection in public?

All I can say is, it’s great to be young!

Yang Dingguo, the father-in-law, saw the scene of his daughter and Zhang Xiao showing affection, and felt deeply in his heart, 'The way young people show affection nowadays is really special.'

"Ahem!"

He pretended to cough twice and said: "That Zhang Xiao, don't eat yet, come here."

"Oh, here we come!" Zhang Xiao quickly put down the plate in his hand, clapped his hands, walked up to Yang Dingguo, and asked, "Uncle, what's going on?"

"Actually, it's nothing. I just want to ask if these two copybooks and poems belong to you, right?" Yang Dingguo asked with some anxiety.

Before Zhang Xiao could speak, Yang Mi, who was following him, put her hands on her hips and asked angrily: "Dad, what do you mean? Didn't I tell you that these two calligraphy sheets were polished by me myself?

Written by Zhang Xiao himself."

Seeing that his daughter was a little angry, Yang Dingguo quickly explained: "Oh, my daughter, you misunderstood."

"It's like this. After the New Year, your Uncle Qin gave a speech at Southwest University. Then after he saw these two copybooks by Zhang Xiao, he wanted me to ask if Zhang Xiao could help write the copy again.

The words will be taken over there and displayed when the time comes."

Of course, this excuse was also a strategy that Yang Dingguo and the others discussed together on the way here.

These people who came over were not fools. They couldn't come over and question Zhang Xiao just because he was young.

In fact, their doubts are very reasonable.

It's like saying that a ten-year-old child suddenly gets a PhD diploma. Normal people will question it, but they also know that there are always some prodigies in this world.

Therefore, by the same token, although these people feel that Zhang Xiao is too young, these two copybooks do not look like they were written by him.

But, what if he wrote it?

What if Zhang Xiao is that evil genius?

That's why they came up with this excuse and tactfully set up a test to verify Zhang Xiao's calligraphy skills.

As long as Zhang Xiao writes a copybook in front of them, the authenticity of everything will naturally be revealed.

"Oh, that's it!" Yang Mi thought she had misunderstood them, smiled apologetically, and said nothing more.

At this time, Yang Dingguo turned his attention to Zhang Xiao again. Seeing that Zhang Xiao kept frowning and looking very distressed, he said, "Is there no new poetry?"

"If there are no new poems, it doesn't matter. You can just choose one from "Marching the Army" or "Mulan Poetry"!"

When Zhang Xiao heard this, he still didn't understand what these people meant. He shook his head and said: "No, I will prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone now. I have already thought about what to write."

The frown just now does not mean that Zhang Xiao cannot write. In fact, he has three hundred Tang poems in his mind, and he can remember at least a hundred of them.

He was just considering whether to accept the test from these people. Since his father-in-law had spoken in person, Zhang Xiao did not refuse in the end.

Immediately, several people put the table together, then ran downstairs and took out pens, inks, paper and inkstones from the trunk.

Seeing how well prepared everyone was, Zhang Xiao smiled.

He really guessed it. These people didn't say it on the surface, but Zhang Xiao could still feel it. This was setting a test for himself.

However, Zhang Xiao could understand. After all, he was only twenty-four years old and already had such high attainments in calligraphy. It was reasonable for them to have doubts.

Soon, all the pens, inks, paper and inkstones were ready.

Yang Mi walked to Zhang Xiao and started to sharpen his ink.

Yang Dingguo, Qin Qingfeng and the old men who followed them also stood aside and stared at Zhang Xiao intently.

Xu Lan brought her three old sisters, who didn't even play mahjong, and came over to watch Zhang Xiao write.

Zhang Xiao stood in front of the table and closed his eyes to relax, breathing slowly, and his heart gradually calmed down.

Qin Qingfeng praised: "This momentum is good!"

Several other people also echoed: "Indeed, this momentum is very good."

"Lao Yang, if nothing else, your son-in-law is invincible just because of his momentum."

Xu Lan interjected with a smile: "Of course, I have never seen a young man with such a good temperament as Zhang Xiao."

"Shh!" Yang Dingguo raised his hand and made a silent gesture, signaling everyone to stop talking and give Zhang Xiao a quiet writing environment.

Everyone nodded, held their breath and concentrated, and closed their mouths tightly for fear of disturbing Zhang Xiao.