Everyone no longer had any doubts. Zhi Tang returned to the judging table. She put the calligraphy on the table, then stretched out her hand and said, "I would like to ask three more people to comment on this work."
Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Yan turned to look at Dr. Zhang in unison. Seeing that Dr. Zhang was yawning as he was about nothing else, they turned to look at each other. Then Master Yan pursed his lips to indicate to Master Wang that he could just take a look at it. Master Wang also wanted to finish the procedure quickly, so he nodded and prepared to pick up the calligraphy.
Dr. Zhang is not pretending. He is indeed in a bad mood today because last night he took out the original works of Wen Junchen that he had collected in the past to admire. He accidentally enjoyed them until midnight, so he yawned all day today.
At this time, Dr. Zhang had just finished yawning twice in succession. His eyes were so full of tears that everything he saw was blurry. But when he inadvertently turned his head and glanced at the words on the table, he paused inexplicably, and then his whole body fell into a daze. Immediately afterwards, Dr. Zhang rubbed his eyes in disbelief, stretched out his hand, pushed away Mrs. Wang's arm, and snatched the words on the table.
Mrs. Wang was startled by this sudden change. He looked at Dr. Zhang in shock. He saw that the little old man who had always been disapproving had incredible expression on his face, as if he had seen something extraordinary.
"This, this word..."
The two lines of words on the paper seemed to have magic power that firmly attracted Zhang Zhengru's attention. He looked at these words excitedly, his hands trembled slightly unconsciously, and finally he read them unconsciously -
"'The jade feet are as beautiful as gelatin, the charming eyes are as sparkling as the waves; the waist of the water is as light as a fly, and the fragrance of the future is refreshing'... How can this word... How can this word be like this... How can it be so... so..."
Seeing that Dr. Zhang kept thinking "How could this happen" as if he was possessed by a demon, Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Yan looked at each other in confusion.
"Dr. Zhang... what are you..." Yan Fuzi asked tentatively, but before he could finish his words, Dr. Zhang said excitedly——
"Flowing clouds and flowing water, strong and soft at the same time! This word is as graceful and agile as the dancing girl written in the poem. It is soft where it should be soft and hard where it should be. When you open your eyes, you will see a living girl, and when you close your eyes, you can smell the Qin. The fragrance of human beings, what a good word! What a good word——"
Zhang Zhengru admired this work over and over again. His nose felt sore as he looked at it, and then tears moistened his eyes. For no other reason than because this word was so familiar and so kind. In these short twenty years, Among the eight words, he actually saw the shadow of Wen Junchen!
——
Isn’t this nonsense! Yingping studied under Wen Junchen, and his calligraphy and articles were all deeply influenced by Wen Junchen. Zhang Zhengru was also Wen Junchen's number one admirer. He held the idol's authentic works and appreciated them every day, and even ate and slept with him. He was able to learn from Yingping. It's normal for Ping's characters to capture the shadow of Wen Junchen!
——
Seeing Dr. Zhang's eyes filled with tears, Zhi Tang was also a little puzzled. She walked behind Zhang Zhengru and read the little poem written on it again - indeed, the calligraphy was good, but she was not good at calligraphy and could not taste it. Come out with those mysterious things Zhang Zhengru said.
Then, she read the poem again, and suddenly, a ridiculous feeling came to her heart - could it be that... this poem was also a courtship poem written to a certain beauty? Could it be...
The reason why Zhidang felt this way was not because she was narcissistic, but because the young man behind the bamboo curtain was named Zheng. Mr. Zheng came to Fangzhong once three years ago after he offended the eldest daughter of the Cui family on his behalf, but they have not seen each other since then. Compared to those men who become lustful when they see her, Mr. Zheng is not that annoying. Otherwise, how could she keep wearing that hairpin on her head? But although Mr. Zheng left a deep impression on me, after all, she was a woman floating in the world of mortals. So many people broke into her life, and so many people passed her by. She How could you keep thinking about a man you only met twice?
Thinking of this, Zhi Tang shook his head mockingly, as if to persuade himself not to be sentimental.
Seeing that Dr. Zhang admired this calligraphy so much, Mrs. Wang asked, "Hey...Dr. Zhang, what about the results of this competition..."
"Of course this calligraphy won the first prize!" Dr. Zhang suddenly stood up and held up the calligraphy to show it to everyone. He seemed to feel that saying this was not enough to express his appreciation for it, and added loudly: "All other works are added to it. It’s not even as good as this one——”
Mr. Su was very unwilling to give up. He wanted to open his mouth to refute, but before he could open his mouth, he heard Dr. Zhang continue to say decisively -
"Not even a word on it!"
Everyone exclaimed, who is Mr. Zheng behind the bamboo curtain? How could Dr. Zhang, who has eyes above his head, be so favored?
"Teachers, do you have any other opinions?"
There were three judges, so he naturally wanted to ask the other two what they meant.
"this…"
Master Wang and Master Yan were also a little at a loss. They naturally hoped that Mr. Su would win the first prize, so that it would be better to hear the news when they went back to report the good news to the dean. But who was this old Confucian scholar? He was a famous doctor at Taiyuan University back then. Not only was he proud of his talent, but he also had a particularly stubborn personality! Once you decide something, even ten cows can't pull it back. When Emperor Tang was still alive, he wrote a paper. After reading it, this old man clung to an allusion in it. Unless Emperor Tang used it incorrectly, this matter caused quite a fuss because Dr. Zhang was at the palace gate. They waited for three full days just to get Emperor Tang to admit his mistake. Emperor Tang couldn't resist and finally agreed with Zhang Zhengru's statement.
Facing such a great god, what can they do? What's more, people are also experts in calligraphy appreciation!
Reluctantly, the two could only nod in agreement.
"The winner of the calligraphy competition is Mr. Zheng——"
Although everyone looked dissatisfied, there was nothing they could do. They could only watch Zhitang walk up to Mr. Zheng's seat and congratulate him: "Congratulations, Mr. Zheng -"
There was still no response from inside the bamboo curtain.
At this time, in the eyes of everyone, Mr. Zheng was really too aloof and arrogant. He didn't even bother to say a word, and he really kept his mouth shut.
Mr. Su stood in front of the jury seat and looked far away at the seat covered by the bamboo curtain. His eyes were gloomy, staring at the bamboo curtain, trying to figure out who was inside. Normally, he would have ordered his men to pull open the bamboo curtain, but at this time, due to Zhi Tang's presence, he lost his grace.
After a while, Mr. Su suddenly regained his previous cool and calm look. He strode up to the seat, stretched out his hand generously, and said nonchalantly: "Mr. Zheng is good at calligraphy. Su admires it——"
Seeing that Master Su had no jealousy at all, everyone came forward to congratulate him, and for a while they all appreciated his open-mindedness.
"Young Master Su is so upright and upright, I admire him——"
"What a big heart!"
"Have courage!"
Mr. Su smiled and thought to himself that he was so humble and stepped forward to show his kindness. No matter how arrogant the people inside were, they wouldn't be so ignorant, right?
but! But what happened was beyond Mr. Su's expectation - the people inside didn't seem to hear the sound outside, and didn't even move!
The smile on Mr. Su's face gradually solidified, and a surge of anger gradually surged into his heart. If he hadn't known that Tang and his masters were here, I'm afraid he would have had them found out and given a good education. He is a dignified young master of the Su family. , His father is a brother-in-law of the big boss of Lan Qiufang. Wherever he goes, he is not praised by others? This person dared to ignore him in front of so many people. How could he bear this humiliation?
Mr. Su stayed in place in embarrassment, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched unconsciously. He hummed quietly, thinking only that he would find a chance to repair this person later! He threw his hands and was about to turn around and leave when suddenly a voice came from inside the bamboo curtain——
"Master Su, I accept the concession——"
Hearing this person's voice, all the talented people exclaimed in disbelief, and even Dr. Zhang, who was sitting far away, was slightly startled.
Mr. Su was no exception. He was also shocked by the sound. He turned around in disbelief, with a puzzled and surprised expression on his face. He looked at the bamboo curtain and tried to see who was hiding behind it——
This Young Master Zheng is actually not a 'young master', but a young lady!
Zhidang was also a little surprised, but after the surprise, a sense of loss followed - since there was a woman inside, then... this person must not be the mute who secretly played the piano that day. In this case, the hope of finding the mute was slim. A few points.
Just when Zhi Tang was still obsessed with the 'mute', suddenly Miss Zheng spoke again -
"The little girl feels that she looks ugly, so she doesn't want to show her ugliness to others. I hope that Sister Tang, Mr. Su and everyone here will forgive me -"
Seeing this Miss Zheng's explanation, Mr. Su could naturally argue with a woman, but he felt more and more uncomfortable in his heart. He didn't expect that he actually lost to a woman. How could he be convinced? But even though he thought so, he still showed great grace on his face and said: "Ms. Zheng is an expert, but Su is not as good as me."
"Young master Su, you're welcome."
The voice was neither cold nor hot, nor salty nor bland, but it was full of confidence.
"Little girl, may I ask who you study under?"
Zhi Tang and Mr. Su were shocked to find that Dr. Zhang had left the judging panel and came to Miss Zheng's seat.
"In reply to Dr. Zhang, the little girl has not studied under anyone."
"Then...your handwriting is..."
"My father occasionally got a calligraphy master's copybook in his early years and kept it at home. The little girl often liked to practice calligraphy according to that calligraphy post."
"May I ask who the calligrapher is..."
I heard Miss Zheng pause for a moment, and then said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone——
"Sir, you love your disciples, the king and his ministers -"
"Sure enough! It's really him! I knew I wouldn't be wrong!"
At this time, Dr. Zhang ignored his image as an old master and stood in front of the bamboo curtain and started crying. This is nothing, Dr. Zhang’s next action surprised everyone present. He bowed deeply to the bamboo curtain and said sincerely——
"The girl's extraordinary talent is indeed the talent of a great calligrapher. I have studied Mr. Xiwen's calligraphy for many years, but I am not able to understand its essence as well as the girl. I feel ashamed——"
"How can a little girl be worthy of Dr. Zhang's gift? Dr. Zhang, please get up quickly." The voice inside the bamboo curtain became anxious. Facing Dr. Zhang's generous words, Miss Zheng seemed to feel very sorry.
"Mr. Wen - your calligraphy can be regarded as a successor!"
Zhang Zhengru straightened up, raised his head and said to the sky, with a look of relief on his face. I saw him slowly turning around and leaving, but when he reached the judges' seat, he did not stop. Instead, he walked straight out of the pavilion... Suddenly, he raised his head and laughed to the sky, as if he knew something. It was just like a happy thing, leaving the confused people behind and walked away.
