Live Broadcast: My Leisurely Life In Changbai Mountain

Imperial City, the headquarters of the Chinese Calligraphers Association.

In front of the huge exhibition hall in the association, two old men with great momentum were waving ink.

Surrounding them were a group of people watching the two men act like a dragon and a snake.

While watching, I was still amazed at the high level of the two of them, it was indistinguishable.

Su Xiaomeng was also around, but she became more and more bored as she watched.

"Two old men, they are still showing off." Su Xiaomeng cursed in her heart.

Although there is an old man who is her grandfather, she is still not interested.

Since she was a child, she has been influenced by her family environment and practiced music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Recently, he became obsessed with Chen Nan’s live broadcast.

Because the pressure to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is also very high.

The strict tutoring made her feel breathless at times.

Su Xiaomeng was fascinated by Chen Nan's leisurely life.

"Let's watch Brother Nan's live broadcast." When Su Xiaomeng thought of Chen Nan's live broadcast, her heart began to itch.

Now that she doesn't watch Chen Nan's live broadcast for a moment, she feels very uncomfortable.

After turning on the live broadcast, I found that Chen Nan actually wanted to write calligraphy.

Especially when she saw Chen Nan say that she was ranked first in the advanced grade in brush calligraphy.

Su Xiaomeng smiled knowingly.

Brother Nan is still very humorous.

"Brother Nan, don't you know what you want from your girlfriend?"

"Since Brother Nan likes calligraphy, then Brother Nan should like a girl like me, right?"

"When the time comes, I can teach Brother Nan calligraphy, hehe."

Su Xiaomeng has even imagined the scene of teaching Chen Nan calligraphy.

Chen Nan stood in front of the table, holding a brush.

Su Xiaomeng was standing behind Chen Nan.

She hugged Chen Nan from behind, holding Chen Nan's hand with her white and tender hands, "Brother Nan, your posture is wrong when you hold the pen like this."

Just when Su Xiaomeng was teaching Chen Nan to write.

Chen Nan opened her eyes, her expression completely changed.

This made Su Xiaomeng wake up from YY.

Then Chen Nan wrote Tao Yuanming's famous poem "Drinking Drinking" in one breath.

Su Xiaomeng was immediately stunned.

Looking at this picture, Su Xiaomeng's scalp went numb and goosebumps appeared all over her body.

"This this……"

Su Xiaomeng's eyes widened and she looked at the screen in disbelief.

The little mouth turned into an O shape in amazement.

Is calligraphy that good after joining a high school interest class?

Su Xiaomeng's calligraphy attainments are not very high.

However, that doesn’t mean her level of appreciation is not good either.

She felt that this calligraphy was even better than her grandfather's.

"Xiaomeng, what are you doing?"

Su Xiaomeng looked up and found that her grandfather was looking at her with a frown.

"Grandpa, look at this calligraphy quickly." Su Xiaomeng handed the phone directly to Mr. Su's hand.

Mr. Su didn't take the phone, he frowned, and said very coquettishly: "Who is the best calligrapher in the Celestial Dynasty? Of course it depends on me, Su Daqiang. Can you let me read any calligraphy?"

This sentence made Su Xiaomeng roll her eyes.

My grandfather looks quite like that, and he looks like a master.

In fact, I am extremely naughty at heart.

Although the whole world currently recognizes that his calligraphy is the strongest.

But, you don’t have to talk about it all the time, right?

Su Xiaomeng explained: "Grandpa, this calligraphy is really strong. It was just written by an anchor. It is definitely worth a look."

"Anchor?" Before Su Daqiang could speak, the old man who had just competed with him in calligraphy came over.

"Xiaomeng, your appreciation ability should be improved. These days, anchors can also write calligraphy? Xiaomeng, if you have nothing to do, watch the live broadcast." The old man shook his head and sighed: "If you want to learn calligraphy well, follow me more Learn it, after all, I, Fan Mingchen, am the best calligrapher in the world, and you, such a good young man, have made your grandfather's teachings go to waste."

"You old man, you still dare to claim to be the best calligrapher in the world? I think you don't take me, Su Daqiang, seriously!" When Su Daqiang heard this, he immediately blew his beard and glared, obviously extremely dissatisfied.

"What's the matter? Still not convinced?" Fan Mingchen smiled disdainfully: "Are you not as good at writing that wording as I was?"

"Haha." Su Daqiang waved his hand and said calmly: "I'm not in a good state today. It's normal to lose to you once. I even beat you yesterday."

"Then it was just a coincidence that you did it yesterday."

"Haha, you are lucky today."

"Do you think that if you are lucky enough to win against me once, you will be number one in the world?"

"That's better than you!"

"Bah! Come again if you don't accept it?"

"Come just come, who is afraid of who?"

Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

The two began to quarrel.

Su Xiaomeng's face was full of black lines.

These two living treasures competed for the title of the best calligrapher in the dynasty.

They have been fighting for more than ten years, and neither of them is convinced by the other.

Su Xiaomeng was so angry that she stamped her feet: "Oh, stop arguing, I'm serious, hurry up and take a look!"

"Tch, give Xiaomeng some face." Su Daqiang took the phone with disdain.

Originally, he wanted to deal with his granddaughter.

However, after taking a look.

Su Daqiang's eyes widened, and he blurted out a classic Chinese curse: "What the hell?"

His expression became serious.

His eyes were full of shock.

Fan Mingchen smiled disdainfully: "You have no quality at all, and you still talk dirty. Let me see."

With that said, Fan Mingchen grabbed the phone directly.

Seeing this, I couldn't hold back: "What the hell?!"

At this time, both of them were dumbfounded.

The two looked at each other in shock.

"This this……"

"Is this really written by an anchor?"

Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Su Xiaomeng raised her chin and said proudly: "Yes, how about it? You know there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world, right?"

When the two of them heard Su Xiaomeng's confirmed words, their eyes almost popped out.

"Fuck!"

"Isn't it?"

After the initial shock, the two began to watch carefully.

Su Xiaomeng took the screenshot directly on her mobile phone.

Therefore, there is enough time for the two of them to appreciate it carefully.

The two of them said nothing, for fear of missing any detail.

"The writing is like clouds and flowing water, but the writing is like clouds and smoke."

"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain. This sentence is simply divine."

"Floating like floating clouds, as straight as a landscape dragon, splashing ink into clouds, spraying water into mist, it is the best in the past and the present, the best in the past and the present!"

The two of them admired the phone repeatedly, as if they were seeing the most precious treasure in the world.

Others saw the reactions of the two most powerful old men in the Chinese calligraphy world.

They all gathered around curiously.

Then, "Holy shit" and "Awesome" rang out one after another in the hall.

After a while, Su Daqiang finally reacted, looked at Su Xiaomeng, and asked quickly: "Who is this?"

Su Xiaomeng said: "I have already said it, he is really an anchor."

"Anchor?" Su Daqiang continued to ask: "What content is it live broadcast? Calligraphy?"

"No." Su Xiaomeng said, "He lives in a mountain village live, raising bears, going up the mountain to collect medicine, catching wolves and so on."

Su Daqiang felt that his brain was a bit exhausted.

What is raising a bear?

Can bears be kept?

I can understand going up the mountain to collect herbs.

What the hell is catching a wolf?