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Anyone who knows a little about calligraphy will think so after seeing Ye Fan's handwriting.
"Yo, how crazy is it to book the first and second so early!"
A discordant voice came out.
Ye Fan turned his head and looked over, only to see a person walking from the side path, perhaps he was a little upset when he heard Liu Anfeng's words.
Ye Fan wasn't upset by the voice, after all, what Liu Anfeng said just now might indeed be a little crazy in the eyes of others.
Although it is a qualified madness, it is certainly not recognized by everyone.
Afterwards, this person obviously recognized several well-known figures in the calligraphy field present, his eyes could not help but brighten, and his voice said happily:
"Haha, I'm so lucky today. I actually met three seniors in the Chinese calligraphy circle at once. I'm so rude."
Liu Anfeng frowned suspiciously, "You are?"
Since he won No. 1 in the calligraphy competition in Shanghai, well-known young people in the calligraphy circle of Shanghai have almost known him.
He will even know that what he said is actually the truth, not arrogance.
As for this person, Liu Anfeng had a very good face, thinking about it, he probably had never seen him before.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Zhao Zihe. I won No.1 in the calligraphy competition held by Southern Fujian Province three years ago."
"Number one in southern Fujian?" Liu Anfeng wondered, "Why did the number one in southern Fujian come to our capital?"
"Hehe!" Zhao Zihe coughed dryly, "Didn't I come to Shanghai because my family has moved?"
What this person said seemed to be that he, Zhao Zihe, couldn't stay in southern Fujian any longer, so he came to Shanghai.
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"Oh!" Liu Anfeng responded, "My name is Liu Anfen, and I am No.1 in this year's calligraphy competition independently held by Shanghai Magic City."
After a short pause for a few breaths, Liu Anfeng said again: "I say this not because I want to show off, but because I want to tell you that I am qualified to talk about number one No.2."
Ye Fan couldn't help but secretly gave Liu Anfeng a thumbs up in his heart. Facing the provocations of others in front of several elders, he can still appear neither humble nor overbearing, and has a certain amount of advance and retreat, which is considered very good.
Fully display the politeness and arrogance of young people to the fullest.
"Oh?" Zhao Zihe was surprised, "So you are No.1 in this year's Modu Calligraphy Competition, no wonder you said that."
Every year, provincial capitals and municipalities directly under the Central Government hold local calligraphy competitions for the younger generation, while national calligraphy competitions are held every three years.
And generally being able to win No.1 in a local calligraphy competition is equivalent to having competed with other young talents in Shanghai, so naturally they have the strength to say such things.
but
Thinking about it, Zhao Zihe looked at Ye Fan again, and then continued to speak to Liu Anfeng:
"You are number one in the Modu Calligraphy Competition. You are indeed qualified to say this, but what you said just now is so flattering to this brother. Is this brother also No.1 in a calligraphy competition in some province?"
"No. 1?"
Before Liu Anfeng could speak, Ye Fan smiled playfully, "I have never participated in any calligraphy competition, let alone becoming No.1."
"Haven't participated in the calligraphy competition yet?" Zhao Zihe couldn't help being a little stunned.
He didn't believe that Liu Anfeng, who was as arrogant as him, would casually praise someone.
Therefore, when Ye Fan said that he hadn't participated in any calligraphy competitions, he didn't mean to be contemptuous.
It's just a little strange, these years, is it popular that the powerful ones don't participate in the competition?
At this time, Liu Anfeng's grandfather, Liu Jing said with a chuckle, "When did calligraphy achievement become determined by whether or not you participated in the competition, and whether you won the first place?"
"Although Xiaofan has never participated in any calligraphy competitions, his strength is just like what Afeng said. As soon as he comes, he will know who is the number one."
Looking around, taking in all the expressions of the crowd, Liu Jing continued:
"The number one I'm talking about here is not the number one in the Shanghai Division, but the number one in China."
Before Mr. Liu Jing said the last few words, he deliberately paused for a few breaths, and then spoke slowly.
"China's number one?"
Several exclamations sounded.
There are those of Wang Dalong and those of Zhao Zihe.
Especially Zhao Zihe, although he is only 28 years old this year, he is very clear about who is speaking at this time.
That's Liu Jing, the well-known Liu Jing in the calligraphy world!
He dared to say such a thing, he must have extreme confidence in this person in his heart.
The most important thing is that Master Ye Jinghong, who is as famous as Liu Jing, has a calm and slightly happy expression on his face.
No rebuttal!
There is no rebuttal!
In other words, Master Ye Jinghong also recognized Master Liu Jing's words.
However, isn't this too arbitrary!
With such a large population in China, there are not a few calligraphy contestants who meet the entry requirements. Do you just believe in that Ye Fan?
If he hadn't seen Wang Dalong with the same shocked face, Zhao Zihe would have doubted whether this world was still the one he had before.
After Wang Dalong was shocked, he also murmured in his heart.
Could it be true what Lao Ye said before?
The handwriting on the wall of his house was really written by his grandson?
But it's too unbelievable!
That level of strength is probably comparable to that of Lao Ye and Lao Liu, and it is a little higher than his own.
Especially the bones and verve in those copybooks, even more impressive than when watching Lao Ye Lao Liu's peak works!
This kind of strength can't and can't be written by such a young guy, right?
Hope not!
Otherwise it would be too shocking.