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"This is God Bless China. Is there a successor for Zhang Zhixin before he goes west?"
"If that's the case, it's really gratifying!"
"Otherwise, by the time Zhang Zhixin goes west, Sato Shinsai in Japan will probably go crazy."
"Before the age of 35? Hahahaha, do you know how old the child who wrote this calligraphy is? Far younger than you think."
Before Wang Dalong heard this 35 years old, there was already a smile on his face, but out of respect, he didn't interrupt immediately!
But now, after listening to Old Wu's words, he couldn't bear it anymore and spoke.
"child?"
Hearing Wang Dalong say these two words, Wu Kaishan knew that the age he imagined before was definitely wrong.
Although Wang Dalong is 66 years old, it is impossible to call a child in his 30s, so this person must be under 30 years old.
Wu Kaishan guessed a number in line with his prediction: "27?"
"27? Hahaha, the difference is too much." Wang Dalong laughed and said, "Forget it, you don't need to guess, don't waste time, let me tell you directly, I am only 21 years old."
"21 years old????"
Don't mention how surprised Wu Kaishan's expression was at this time, his face was full of an expression of "Don't make fun of me."
It's no wonder Wu Kaishan doesn't believe Wang Dalong's words, because it's unbelievable that he can write such words at the age of 21.
That kind of sophisticated brushwork, that kind of handwriting with charm, even a calligrapher at the age of 21 can't write such calligraphy!
How could this not surprise Wu Kaishan, so he couldn't believe it.
At this time, Wang Dalong saw Wu Kaishan's expression, and his face was full of smiles.
This expression is even more unbelievable than when he heard his friend Ye Jinghong say that the words on the wall were written by his 21-year-old grandson.
"Old Wang, are you sure your words are not deceiving?"
Seeing the smile on Wang Dalong's face, Wu Kaishan asked suspiciously.
"Cheat? If I lie, I will immediately become a puppy."
Wang Dalong said without any hesitation in his tone.
Don't hesitate, he has seen the ID card brought by that kid, so don't panic at all!
Wang Dalong deliberately paused for a few seconds, then continued: "Besides, I can tell you again, this Ye Fan is Ye Jinghong's grandson."
"Is it Master Ye Jinghong? That former vice president of the Huaxia Calligraphy Association, and now the lifetime honorary president, Master Ye Jinghong?"
"Hey, it's Ye Jinghong you mentioned."
"You guys also know that Lao Ye and I are good friends. If I go to his house as a guest, I have already seen the handwriting written by his grandson."
"I didn't believe it at the time, even until I saw this word today, I didn't believe it. I even made a bet with Lao Ye and promised a lottery."
"Do you know what a lottery is? All the good wine in my house!"
Wu Kaishan was stunned, he naturally knew that Wang Dalong was a good wine man, and he had also heard that his family had collected a lot of good wine for decades.
If all the good wines in the collection are given away as a lottery, it may cost Wang Dalong half his life.
He was about to say something, but Wang Dalong continued: "But Lao Ye has already made up his mind, and he didn't intend to take my wine, so he just cut the lottery to just a bottle of ordinary wine."
"Now when I think about myself in the morning, I feel how ignorant I am!"
"As the saying goes, talented people come out from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years. The era of our group of people has passed, but the era of that group of young people has come."
Chapter 182 Zhang Zhixin
Unsurprisingly, Ye Fan won the first place in the youth calligraphy in the Shanghai Magic City Division.
And this result also made his grandfather Ye Jinghong look proud.
Although the old man told many people before that he was only the number one in the Magic Capital Division, my grandson's pocket is the number one in China.
But at this moment, he still laughed heartlessly, as if the person who said this before was not Ye Jinghong at all.
Ye Fan was also quite happy in his heart, although he had already expected that the number one would definitely be his if there were no accidents.
But this kind of thing, even if he had expected it a long time ago, when he won this honor, he would inevitably make his mood happy.
As for Liu Anfeng and Zhao Zihe, one won second and the other third.
The second is Liu Anfen, and the third is Zhao Zihe.
This can't help but make Zhao Zihe, who is high in spirit, a little unconvinced.
I thought he had won the first place in Fujian Province before, but when he arrived in Shanghai, let alone the first place, he didn't even get the second place, and he was actually the third place. How can he be convinced.
You must know that the atmosphere of calligraphy in southern Fujian is much richer than that of magic.
Moreover, Shanghai is just a municipality directly under the central government, with a limited population, but southern Fujian is a province, and its population base is much larger than Shanghai.
This also makes the number one in southern Fujian more valuable than the number one in Shanghai.
But now, only got the third place, it is simply
Although it is said that the top five can enter the National Calligraphy Competition, this result is too unsatisfactory, seriously inconsistent with what he expected.
However, after Zhao Zihe saw the calligraphy works of Ye Fan and Liu Anfeng, the grievance in his heart was calmed down.
I had to sigh: "Skills are not as good as people, skills are not as good as people."
He was older than both of them, but the works he wrote were not as good as those of Liu Anfeng, so there would be no grievances, and all he had left in his heart was shame.
What surprised him most, and convinced him the fastest, was Ye Fan's work.
The first time he saw Ye Fan's works, he was dumbfounded. He was really dumbfounded, and the thinking in his mind couldn't work.
This, at this age, can you still write at this level?
If it weren't for the high-level figures of the Modu Calligraphy Association who had thought that there would be people who didn't believe it, they placed a monitor screen next to Ye Fan's work, maybe Zhao Zihe would have to question it carefully. What about.
With such a level at such an age, even Zhang Zhixin is not so scary, okay!
No, let alone Zhang Zhixin, even Wang Dashusheng could not write such a level of calligraphy at his age.
Today is the Internet age.