Tan Yue didn't know what Li Yun's reaction meant, so he paused, "Why don't you write three or four things like this?"
It is already very remarkable for a calligrapher to learn a soft pen font to the peak throughout his life.
Three or four, in Tan Yue's view, is an extremely astonishing number.
"You can write all of them." Li Yun's brows and eyes moved, her voice was dull, "But maybe I need to prepare a two-meter rice paper."
"Two two meters?" Tan Yue's heart trembled suddenly, and he almost bit his tongue.
Write one or two characters in each font.
How many fonts have to be written on this!
"President Tan, what are you still doing in a daze, let someone take the rice paper!" A president reacted first, and hurriedly urged Tan Yue.
Tan Yue came back to his senses, "Ah! Good."
The assistant soon came over with a two-meter-long rice paper.
Carefully spread out on the table.
Li Yun took the brush and wrote a word on the rice paper.
Running script.
The strokes are straight and straight, and the conversion is quick.
Cursive script.
The lines are firm and muddy, and the structure is extremely stable.
Regular script.
It's neither slow nor ill, and I want to come back to the station
Everyone's eyes changed from shock to amazement, then to numbness, and finally to dullness, changing rapidly.
Until Li Yun slowly put away the pen.
The room was still empty, only the faint sound of breathing could be heard.
The entire two-meter-long rice paper is filled with calligraphy in various fonts.
The pen and ink are well blended and the line spacing is appropriate, which is comparable to a work of art.
Almost all the fonts that can be named are all on this rice paper.
No wonder it is two meters long.
After a long while, Tan Yuecai said in an extremely fluttering voice: "You are simply not human!"
A group of people, together with Lu Yue and Yu Yan, nodded mechanically in agreement.
Li Yun squeezed her wrists, and stood with her legs bent casually, "It's finished, let's rate it."
Tan Yue: ""
Everyone: ""
Comment what comment!
They don't deserve it.
***
Zhao Xinyu entered the rating classroom.
There are not many participants who have passed the initial rating, so this re-rating is simply a classroom for each person.
The presidents of the major book associations are busy making friends with Li Yun, and all the judges present are vice presidents.
Zhao Xinyu was a little disappointed not to see Tan Yue.
"Within fifteen minutes, a calligraphy work is completed, and the re-grading grade will be given on the spot as the final grade, and a rating medal will be awarded."
The vice president stated the re-rating rules expressionlessly.
Zhao Xinyu nodded, looking away from the judges.
Start to write calligraphy with a brush.
Zhao Xinyu put in a lot of hard work for this rating, and the writing was smooth, and it was completed in less than fifteen minutes.
When it was handed in, Zhao Xinyu was full of confidence and looked at the judges expectantly.
Cloud book.
The vice-chairman raised his eyebrows. If it was placed in this calligraphy work in previous years, it would be considered passable.
It's just that this year, there was a big abnormality, and the writing of Yun Shu was on par with Master Ly.
Zhao Xinyu's kind, in comparison, is simply unsightly.
"B." The vice president stamped a b-grade steel file, and threw a b-grade medal to Zhao Xinyu.
Zhao Xinyu froze in place, her face suddenly paled.
The fingers are tightly clenched into fists.
Looking at the medal with the B grade printed on it, I haven't received it for a long time.
how come!
How could she only have b, so many calligraphy teachers said she wrote very well!
"Student, you can go, next one." The vice president frowned. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com