Chapter 195
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During the Chinese new year, the store manager set up a stall here just to celebrate. Just now, some children came to write. There were crooked and misspelled words. Everyone applauded.
The young man obviously doesn't understand human feelings and worldly wisdom. He's singing against everyone here.
"It's fun for the new year, little brother. Don't be so serious." the store manager smiled and rounded up the scene.
"No, calligraphy is rigorous." the man shook his head proudly. "Now calligraphy is weak. It's you people who mess around. You can write everything with mops and needles. It's also called ugly book. You swagger and cheat under the guise of calligraphy. I Han Han met you. Of course, I should take care of it."
Han Han?
Chen Ze almost couldn't hold back after listening. The boy is mentally disabled. People's store managers set up stalls for the Chinese new year to attract business, but they also write with regular brush. This guy is too high on the outline.
"Boy, are you here to sing a high-profile?" an audience couldn't help satirizing him: "it's someone else's business to write, and it's the shopkeeper's business to comment. We're happy to applaud. Besides, they didn't make the gimmick you said. Can't they write with a brush?"
"In my opinion, this kind of person who treats calligraphy is the same as those who misinterpret calligraphy," Han Han said.
The shopkeeper couldn't help but say, "you're here to participate in the activity. We welcome you to write with your pen. If not, please leave. Don't block my guests for the new year."
"Why, am I guilty? Your purpose is to attract customers with calligraphy and make money with calligraphy!" Han Han said.
"Don't make trouble here. My handwriting is not good. You can directly say that I am. What's the relationship with the store uncle? I'll take it back and don't participate in the activities." Xu muyao said.
The people around Han Han disdained: "whether you collect the garbage you write has polluted our eyes of Mr. Han. Do you know that Mr. Han is a master of calligraphy, Mao Junyi, and the first contemporary young calligrapher! He is a representative of promoting the national calligraphy, but he has been praised by the Chinese Calligraphy Association."
"So what?" Chen Ze finally opened his mouth.
"How? The rough skills are humiliating to the national tradition. Calligraphy doesn't need such people," Han Han said.
"You are really a Han Han." Chen Ze said with a smile, "according to your meaning, people who are not professional can't write calligraphy?"
"Of course, unprofessional people are profane to calligraphy!"
Chen Ze suddenly asked, "is your excellency a Chinese expert?"
Han Han was stunned when asked, "no, you have no reason to say what to do."
"If you're not, don't speak Chinese. Because you're not a professional, speaking Chinese is a blasphemy to Chinese."
Chen Ze's choking Han Han was speechless. Everyone clapped after listening.
"Don't be unreasonable. I'm talking about calligraphy." Han Han finally couldn't help saying.
Chen Ze nodded. "Since you have to take a point to bring an area, let's talk about calligraphy. Do you think it's blasphemous for stores to make money with calligraphy?"
"Yes! Calligraphy is pure and should not be used to make money," he said.
Chen Ze asked again, "then you are not a calligrapher."
"Why do you say I'm not a calligrapher?" Han Han was unconvinced.
"Calligraphy is pure and should not be used to make money, even calligraphy is no exception. Therefore, those who make money with calligraphy can't be called calligraphers. Calligraphers can't make money with calligraphy, so they can't eat and can only starve to death. Therefore, there are no calligraphers in the world."
Uh
Han Han held his head in a cold sweat. Seeing him, everyone clapped again.
"Beautiful, you're great!" Xu muyao said excitedly.
"It's not that I'm good, but that I'm too simple." Chen Ze said.
This is the same as people who believe in God's omnipotent are asked whether God can make a stone that he can't lift. Chen Ze dug a hole for Han Han.
"You're just silly." Han Han shouted, "what the hell do you do? What's your qualification to question me."
"What are you doing? Why should you question everyone's calligraphy?" Chen Ze said.
Han Han roared, "I'm a young calligrapher praised by the calligraphy association!"
"No, there is no calligrapher in the world. Unless you admit that your words are wrong, you can't think of yourself as a calligrapher in the future. And you can't participate in any profitable business activities with calligraphy." Chen Ze grabbed this point and made Han Han itch at all.
"You don't have to cheat here." Han Han thought for a while and finally found his words: "others beg for my words is to support calligraphy, but to ask on their own initiative. I'm not this person. I actually solicit business with calligraphy as a gimmick."
Chen Ze clapped his hands and encouraged him: "I thought you had to suffocate. Are you a calligrapher? Can you write?"
"Nonsense, Mr. Han is the youngest calligrapher in contemporary times. He was praised by the Calligraphy Association. You say he can't write?" the man on his side is like a repeater. He repeats it twice in a while, afraid that everyone doesn't know.
"Well, I don't think he will," Chen Ze said. "Why don't you write two words for everyone to see? Don't be an expert on paper. Just pull your crotch when you write."
When it comes to writing, Han Han is certainly full of confidence, "today will open your eyes and know what real calligraphy is."
When he waved, the people around him took out a box from his arms. After opening it, it turned out to be a jade brush, "my pen is carved by the boutique of Kunlun jade and made by collecting snow wolf hair unique to the alpine jungle. There is only one in the whole Chinese country! Molai..."
The goods were full of force and spirit. He picked up his pen and dipped it in ink and wrote a pair of words on the spring festival couplet paper. The shopkeeper nodded secretly. Sure enough, he is a famous scholar. He has been immersed in this art for many years. I'm afraid his handwriting is just like this.
Han Han was elated after writing: "I can't get tens of thousands of words from ordinary people. I'll send you free today. Go home and stick it at the door."
"Rubbish, it's really posted at the door. I'm ashamed."
Huh?
Han Han was furious, and his attendant was the first to get angry: "what are you, dare to say that Mr. Han's words are rubbish. Do you know that even Mao Junyi, a leading calligrapher, said that Mr. Han's words are natural and born."
"You're ugly. Your mother will still say you're handsome. It's not really handsome, but her selfishness. Just now you said that Mao Junyi is his master. Of course, she won't say that his apprentice wrote rubbish." Chen Ze said.
"Since you dare to say that my words are rubbish, you must have excellent calligraphy skills. You might as well write a pair of words for us to see." Han Han said.
His attendant immediately said, "yes, some people question for so long. If you have the ability, you can write two words and have a look."
"I'm afraid I'll lose my confidence in comparing you after writing. I dare not write in my life." Chen Ze laughed.
"Nonsense! My talent is No. 1 in contemporary times. I'm China..."
"We all know the young calligraphers praised by the Calligraphy Association." Chen Ze walked to the table with a smile.
Xu muyao was worried. After all, the other party was a professional calligrapher: "Chen Ze, you really want to write."
"I'm your hero. I can do anything."
He only used an ordinary bamboo pen, and he didn't know what kind of pen it was. It was not smooth when he touched the ink pen. He directly copied the spring festival couplet just written by Han Han.
The same font and the same content, but the skill of this word is relatively clear at a glance.
Laymen still watch the excitement, but the shopkeeper has written calligraphy for decades. Although the pen is average, the ability of appreciation is good.
Han Han was also an expert present. He looked at Chen Ze's words and his face was very bad. He wanted to control himself, but he couldn't.
There is a potential in Chen Ze's words. He doesn't have it, and even his teacher can only be contaminated with it.
Xu muyao can't see anything too deep, but their words are placed together. Chen Ze's Spring Festival couplets always give her a more comfortable and smooth feeling.
"Fool, I said earlier that your words are different. In the past two years, you have received too much praise and forgotten your original heart."
Suddenly, an ancient and steady voice sounded from the crowd. Everyone noticed that an old man came around at some time.
Han Han hurried to salute: "teacher."
Mao Junyi nodded slightly. He is a leading figure in calligraphy and recognized as the first person in contemporary calligraphy in the calligraphy circle. He turned slowly and reached out to pick up Chen Ze's Spring Festival couplets and looked quiet.
Han Han has repeatedly reported to his family. Everyone knows who this one is. Even those who are not interested in calligraphy know how powerful the leading figures are.
"I dare to ask you something." Mao Junyi didn't comment on this word and suddenly opened his mouth to shock everyone!
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During the Chinese new year, the store manager set up a stall here just to celebrate. Just now, some children came to write. There were crooked and misspelled words. Everyone applauded.
The young man obviously doesn't understand human feelings and worldly wisdom. He's singing against everyone here.
"It's fun for the new year, little brother. Don't be so serious." the store manager smiled and rounded up the scene.
"No, calligraphy is rigorous." the man shook his head proudly. "Now calligraphy is weak. It's you people who mess around. You can write everything with mops and needles. It's also called ugly book. You swagger and cheat under the guise of calligraphy. I Han Han met you. Of course, I should take care of it."
Han Han?
Chen Ze almost couldn't hold back after listening. The boy is mentally disabled. People's store managers set up stalls for the Chinese new year to attract business, but they also write with regular brush. This guy is too high on the outline.
"Boy, are you here to sing a high-profile?" an audience couldn't help satirizing him: "it's someone else's business to write, and it's the shopkeeper's business to comment. We're happy to applaud. Besides, they didn't make the gimmick you said. Can't they write with a brush?"
"In my opinion, this kind of person who treats calligraphy is the same as those who misinterpret calligraphy," Han Han said.
The shopkeeper couldn't help but say, "you're here to participate in the activity. We welcome you to write with your pen. If not, please leave. Don't block my guests for the new year."
"Why, am I guilty? Your purpose is to attract customers with calligraphy and make money with calligraphy!" Han Han said.
"Don't make trouble here. My handwriting is not good. You can directly say that I am. What's the relationship with the store uncle? I'll take it back and don't participate in the activities." Xu muyao said.
The people around Han Han disdained: "whether you collect the garbage you write has polluted our eyes of Mr. Han. Do you know that Mr. Han is a master of calligraphy, Mao Junyi, and the first contemporary young calligrapher! He is a representative of promoting the national calligraphy, but he has been praised by the Chinese Calligraphy Association."
"So what?" Chen Ze finally opened his mouth.
"How? The rough skills are humiliating to the national tradition. Calligraphy doesn't need such people," Han Han said.
"You are really a Han Han." Chen Ze said with a smile, "according to your meaning, people who are not professional can't write calligraphy?"
"Of course, unprofessional people are profane to calligraphy!"
Chen Ze suddenly asked, "is your excellency a Chinese expert?"
Han Han was stunned when asked, "no, you have no reason to say what to do."
"If you're not, don't speak Chinese. Because you're not a professional, speaking Chinese is a blasphemy to Chinese."
Chen Ze's choking Han Han was speechless. Everyone clapped after listening.
"Don't be unreasonable. I'm talking about calligraphy." Han Han finally couldn't help saying.
Chen Ze nodded. "Since you have to take a point to bring an area, let's talk about calligraphy. Do you think it's blasphemous for stores to make money with calligraphy?"
"Yes! Calligraphy is pure and should not be used to make money," he said.
Chen Ze asked again, "then you are not a calligrapher."
"Why do you say I'm not a calligrapher?" Han Han was unconvinced.
"Calligraphy is pure and should not be used to make money, even calligraphy is no exception. Therefore, those who make money with calligraphy can't be called calligraphers. Calligraphers can't make money with calligraphy, so they can't eat and can only starve to death. Therefore, there are no calligraphers in the world."
Uh
Han Han held his head in a cold sweat. Seeing him, everyone clapped again.
"Beautiful, you're great!" Xu muyao said excitedly.
"It's not that I'm good, but that I'm too simple." Chen Ze said.
This is the same as people who believe in God's omnipotent are asked whether God can make a stone that he can't lift. Chen Ze dug a hole for Han Han.
"You're just silly." Han Han shouted, "what the hell do you do? What's your qualification to question me."
"What are you doing? Why should you question everyone's calligraphy?" Chen Ze said.
Han Han roared, "I'm a young calligrapher praised by the calligraphy association!"
"No, there is no calligrapher in the world. Unless you admit that your words are wrong, you can't think of yourself as a calligrapher in the future. And you can't participate in any profitable business activities with calligraphy." Chen Ze grabbed this point and made Han Han itch at all.
"You don't have to cheat here." Han Han thought for a while and finally found his words: "others beg for my words is to support calligraphy, but to ask on their own initiative. I'm not this person. I actually solicit business with calligraphy as a gimmick."
Chen Ze clapped his hands and encouraged him: "I thought you had to suffocate. Are you a calligrapher? Can you write?"
"Nonsense, Mr. Han is the youngest calligrapher in contemporary times. He was praised by the Calligraphy Association. You say he can't write?" the man on his side is like a repeater. He repeats it twice in a while, afraid that everyone doesn't know.
"Well, I don't think he will," Chen Ze said. "Why don't you write two words for everyone to see? Don't be an expert on paper. Just pull your crotch when you write."
When it comes to writing, Han Han is certainly full of confidence, "today will open your eyes and know what real calligraphy is."
When he waved, the people around him took out a box from his arms. After opening it, it turned out to be a jade brush, "my pen is carved by the boutique of Kunlun jade and made by collecting snow wolf hair unique to the alpine jungle. There is only one in the whole Chinese country! Molai..."
The goods were full of force and spirit. He picked up his pen and dipped it in ink and wrote a pair of words on the spring festival couplet paper. The shopkeeper nodded secretly. Sure enough, he is a famous scholar. He has been immersed in this art for many years. I'm afraid his handwriting is just like this.
Han Han was elated after writing: "I can't get tens of thousands of words from ordinary people. I'll send you free today. Go home and stick it at the door."
"Rubbish, it's really posted at the door. I'm ashamed."
Huh?
Han Han was furious, and his attendant was the first to get angry: "what are you, dare to say that Mr. Han's words are rubbish. Do you know that even Mao Junyi, a leading calligrapher, said that Mr. Han's words are natural and born."
"You're ugly. Your mother will still say you're handsome. It's not really handsome, but her selfishness. Just now you said that Mao Junyi is his master. Of course, she won't say that his apprentice wrote rubbish." Chen Ze said.
"Since you dare to say that my words are rubbish, you must have excellent calligraphy skills. You might as well write a pair of words for us to see." Han Han said.
His attendant immediately said, "yes, some people question for so long. If you have the ability, you can write two words and have a look."
"I'm afraid I'll lose my confidence in comparing you after writing. I dare not write in my life." Chen Ze laughed.
"Nonsense! My talent is No. 1 in contemporary times. I'm China..."
"We all know the young calligraphers praised by the Calligraphy Association." Chen Ze walked to the table with a smile.
Xu muyao was worried. After all, the other party was a professional calligrapher: "Chen Ze, you really want to write."
"I'm your hero. I can do anything."
He only used an ordinary bamboo pen, and he didn't know what kind of pen it was. It was not smooth when he touched the ink pen. He directly copied the spring festival couplet just written by Han Han.
The same font and the same content, but the skill of this word is relatively clear at a glance.
Laymen still watch the excitement, but the shopkeeper has written calligraphy for decades. Although the pen is average, the ability of appreciation is good.
Han Han was also an expert present. He looked at Chen Ze's words and his face was very bad. He wanted to control himself, but he couldn't.
There is a potential in Chen Ze's words. He doesn't have it, and even his teacher can only be contaminated with it.
Xu muyao can't see anything too deep, but their words are placed together. Chen Ze's Spring Festival couplets always give her a more comfortable and smooth feeling.
"Fool, I said earlier that your words are different. In the past two years, you have received too much praise and forgotten your original heart."
Suddenly, an ancient and steady voice sounded from the crowd. Everyone noticed that an old man came around at some time.
Han Han hurried to salute: "teacher."
Mao Junyi nodded slightly. He is a leading figure in calligraphy and recognized as the first person in contemporary calligraphy in the calligraphy circle. He turned slowly and reached out to pick up Chen Ze's Spring Festival couplets and looked quiet.
Han Han has repeatedly reported to his family. Everyone knows who this one is. Even those who are not interested in calligraphy know how powerful the leading figures are.
"I dare to ask you something." Mao Junyi didn't comment on this word and suddenly opened his mouth to shock everyone!
During the Chinese new year, the store manager set up a stall here just to celebrate. Just now, some children came to write. There were crooked and misspelled words. Everyone applauded.The young man obviously doesn't understand human feelings and worldly wisdom. He's singing against everyone here."It's fun for the new year, little brother. Don't be so serious." the store manager smiled and rounded up the scene."No, calligraphy is rigorous." the man shook his head proudly. "Now calligraphy is weak. It's you people who mess around. You can write everything with mops and needles. It's also called ugly book. You swagger and cheat under the guise of calligraphy. I Han Han met you. Of course, I should take care of it."Han Han?Chen Ze almost couldn't hold back after listening. The boy is mentally disabled. People's store managers set up stalls for the Chinese new year to attract business, but they also write with regular brush. This guy is too high on the outline."Boy, are you here to sing a high-profile?" an audience couldn't help satirizing him: "it's someone else's business to write, and it's the shopkeeper's business to comment. We're happy to applaud. Besides, they didn't make the gimmick you said. Can't they write with a brush?""In my opinion, this kind of person who treats calligraphy is the same as those who misinterpret calligraphy," Han Han said.The shopkeeper couldn't help but say, "you're here to participate in the activity. We welcome you to write with your pen. If not, please leave. Don't block my guests for the new year.""Why, am I guilty? Your purpose is to attract customers with calligraphy and make money with calligraphy!" Han Han said."Don't make trouble here. My handwriting is not good. You can directly say that I am. What's the relationship with the store uncle? I'll take it back and don't participate in the activities." Xu muyao said.The people around Han Han disdained: "whether you collect the garbage you write has polluted our eyes of Mr. Han. Do you know that Mr. Han is a master of calligraphy, Mao Junyi, and the first contemporary young calligrapher! He is a representative of promoting the national calligraphy, but he has been praised by the Chinese Calligraphy Association.""So what?" Chen Ze finally opened his mouth."How? The rough skills are humiliating to the national tradition. Calligraphy doesn't need such people," Han Han said."You are really a Han Han." Chen Ze said with a smile, "according to your meaning, people who are not professional can't write calligraphy?""Of course, unprofessional people are profane to calligraphy!"Chen Ze suddenly asked, "is your excellency a Chinese expert?"Han Han was stunned when asked, "no, you have no reason to say what to do.""If you're not, don't speak Chinese. Because you're not a professional, speaking Chinese is a blasphemy to Chinese."Chen Ze's choking Han Han was speechless. Everyone clapped after listening."Don't be unreasonable. I'm talking about calligraphy." Han Han finally couldn't help saying.Chen Ze nodded. "Since you have to take a point to bring an area, let's talk about calligraphy. Do you think it's blasphemous for stores to make money with calligraphy?""Yes! Calligraphy is pure and should not be used to make money," he said.Chen Ze asked again, "then you are not a calligrapher.""Why do you say I'm not a calligrapher?" Han Han was unconvinced."Calligraphy is pure and should not be used to make money, even calligraphy is no exception. Therefore, those who make money with calligraphy can't be called calligraphers. Calligraphers can't make money with calligraphy, so they can't eat and can only starve to death. Therefore, there are no calligraphers in the world."UhHan Han held his head in a cold sweat. Seeing him, everyone clapped again."Beautiful, you're great!" Xu muyao said excitedly."It's not that I'm good, but that I'm too simple." Chen Ze said.This is the same as people who believe in God's omnipotent are asked whether God can make a stone that he can't lift. Chen Ze dug a hole for Han Han."You're just silly." Han Han shouted, "what the hell do you do? What's your qualification to question me.""What are you doing? Why should you question everyone's calligraphy?" Chen Ze said.Han Han roared, "I'm a young calligrapher praised by the calligraphy association!""No, there is no calligrapher in the world. Unless you admit that your words are wrong, you can't think of yourself as a calligrapher in the future. And you can't participate in any profitable business activities with calligraphy." Chen Ze grabbed this point and made Han Han itch at all."You don't have to cheat here." Han Han thought for a while and finally found his words: "others beg for my words is to support calligraphy, but to ask on their own initiative. I'm not this person. I actually solicit business with calligraphy as a gimmick."Chen Ze clapped his hands and encouraged him: "I thought you had to suffocate. Are you a calligrapher? Can you write?""Nonsense, Mr. Han is the youngest calligrapher in contemporary times. He was praised by the Calligraphy Association. You say he can't write?" the man on his side is like a repeater. He repeats it twice in a while, afraid that everyone doesn't know."Well, I don't think he will," Chen Ze said. "Why don't you write two words for everyone to see? Don't be an expert on paper. Just pull your crotch when you write."When it comes to writing, Han Han is certainly full of confidence, "today will open your eyes and know what real calligraphy is."When he waved, the people around him took out a box from his arms. After opening it, it turned out to be a jade brush, "my pen is carved by the boutique of Kunlun jade and made by collecting snow wolf hair unique to the alpine jungle. There is only one in the whole Chinese country! Molai..."The goods were full of force and spirit. He picked up his pen and dipped it in ink and wrote a pair of words on the spring festival couplet paper. The shopkeeper nodded secretly. Sure enough, he is a famous scholar. He has been immersed in this art for many years. I'm afraid his handwriting is just like this.Han Han was elated after writing: "I can't get tens of thousands of words from ordinary people. I'll send you free today. Go home and stick it at the door.""Rubbish, it's really posted at the door. I'm ashamed."Huh?Han Han was furious, and his attendant was the first to get angry: "what are you, dare to say that Mr. Han's words are rubbish. Do you know that even Mao Junyi, a leading calligrapher, said that Mr. Han's words are natural and born.""You're ugly. Your mother will still say you're handsome. It's not really handsome, but her selfishness. Just now you said that Mao Junyi is his master. Of course, she won't say that his apprentice wrote rubbish." Chen Ze said."Since you dare to say that my words are rubbish, you must have excellent calligraphy skills. You might as well write a pair of words for us to see." Han Han said.His attendant immediately said, "yes, some people question for so long. If you have the ability, you can write two words and have a look.""I'm afraid I'll lose my confidence in comparing you after writing. I dare not write in my life." Chen Ze laughed."Nonsense! My talent is No. 1 in contemporary times. I'm China...""We all know the young calligraphers praised by the Calligraphy Association." Chen Ze walked to the table with a smile.Xu muyao was worried. After all, the other party was a professional calligrapher: "Chen Ze, you really want to write.""I'm your hero. I can do anything."He only used an ordinary bamboo pen, and he didn't know what kind of pen it was. It was not smooth when he touched the ink pen. He directly copied the spring festival couplet just written by Han Han.The same font and the same content, but the skill of this word is relatively clear at a glance.Laymen still watch the excitement, but the shopkeeper has written calligraphy for decades. Although the pen is average, the ability of appreciation is good.Han Han was also an expert present. He looked at Chen Ze's words and his face was very bad. He wanted to control himself, but he couldn't.There is a potential in Chen Ze's words. He doesn't have it, and even his teacher can only be contaminated with it.Xu muyao can't see anything too deep, but their words are placed together. Chen Ze's Spring Festival couplets always give her a more comfortable and smooth feeling."Fool, I said earlier that your words are different. In the past two years, you have received too much praise and forgotten your original heart."Suddenly, an ancient and steady voice sounded from the crowd. Everyone noticed that an old man came around at some time.Han Han hurried to salute: "teacher."Mao Junyi nodded slightly. He is a leading figure in calligraphy and recognized as the first person in contemporary calligraphy in the calligraphy circle. He turned slowly and reached out to pick up Chen Ze's Spring Festival couplets and looked quiet.Han Han has repeatedly reported to his family. Everyone knows who this one is. Even those who are not interested in calligraphy know how powerful the leading figures are."I dare to ask you something." Mao Junyi didn't comment on this word and suddenly opened his mouth to shock everyone!
