Saw so many people at the stall.
The water friends immediately became curious.
"Qianqian, come up and take a look, there must be something interesting with so many people!"
"With so many people, I guess you can tell if there's something fishy at a glance. Chu Qian, hurry up! Take everyone to see what happens!"
"My curiosity is about to explode, but there are all men, women, and children gathered here. It's rare for stalls to have this kind of situation..."
"That's right. Generally speaking, there is only one type of customer for a stall. I didn't expect that there are men, women, and children here, and I don't know what is being sold there!"
"Get ready to fight, I guess it's not a good thing at first glance!"
"Could it be technology and hard work?"
"Stop guessing. Mao didn't even see it and started making random guesses. Let Chu Qian go in and take a look first!"
"..."
Chu Qian also looked curious.
But there were too many people in front.
If you want to squeeze in directly, it's not good.
And these people are very qualified.
Basically, there is a queue, if Chu Qian is the exception.
It will appear very conspicuous.
In the afternoon, the sun is very fierce.
Under the bright sun.
Chu Qian kept moving forward in line.
Finally, about twenty minutes passed.
She got to the front of the line.
Rao is based on her endurance.
They were all sweating.
And netizens are even more curious.
What's going on inside?
It's amazing that so many people can queue up in this hot weather.
Walking to the front, Chu Qian finally saw clearly what was going on inside.
Under the parasols, on top of the stalls.
Various fans.
There are various exquisite patterns and fonts on the fan.
In the middle of the stall, a master was concentrating on drawing a fan.
Chu Qian introduced to the camera.
"It looks like there should be an artist in front, painting a fan!"
The water friends became even more curious.
If it’s not just a fan, no matter how well-painted it is.
Is it worth so many people queuing up to buy it?
For a moment, the barrage started rolling.
"Is there anything special about this fan? Or is it a master? Why can't I see anything special about it?"
"I studied painting, and let me tell you this, the fan painted by this master has at least more than 20 years of art skills!"
"Is it that exaggerated? Then there won't be so many people queuing up to buy a fan!"
"His calligraphy level is also very high. Among calligraphers, he should be ranked in the middle or upper reaches. If such a person paints on the street, would you come and buy it?"
"But the level of appreciation among tourists has never been so high, it shouldn't be!"
"Isn't it just a fan? No matter how well you draw it, what's the use!"
"..."
Chu Qian could already see something different from a distance away.
But she didn't say it directly.
The purpose is to create a wave of suspense.
Simply painting a fan, even if you are a master, I am afraid there will not be so many people risking heat stroke to come and line up.
There must be other reasons inside.
Waited in line for another five minutes.
Chu Qian finally came to the front.
You can see many tourists taking the fans and leaving with satisfaction.
There were many people taking photos nearby, as if they wanted to record the master's painting process.
And this time.
I can finally understand how the master painted the works.
The master buried his head, his face flushed from the sun.
The writing luck is very stable.
It keeps falling on the fan, and exquisite patterns slowly unfold.
The issue is……
This master didn't draw it by hand.
Of course, it was not painted with feet.
Instead, simply use your arms.
And, it's not because he doesn't want to use his hands.
But his hands, who didn't know what happened, had disappeared long ago.
Only half of the forearm is left...
He uses this half of his forearm to paint.
But even so, it did not affect the quality of the painting at all.
The master's pen is very stable, more stable than most.
One stroke at a time, the force penetrates the back of the paper.
The four characters "Zheng Tong Ren Ren" quickly appeared on the paper.
It just fits Zibo's current situation.
Chu Qian looked a little sad.
The water friends in the live broadcast room couldn't hold it any longer.
"Oh my god, this, this, this... I really don't know what to say about this master, this is a real artist!"
"Who said you can do it if you have hands? Others can do it if they don't have hands, but they are still better than us. Can we, who have hands and feet, draw half as well as the master?"
"I'm really impressed. To paint with just the forearm, how much effort this master had to put in to reach the current level!"
"It's at least twice the level of ordinary people. Ordinary people are capable of practicing both calligraphy and painting. As long as they can specialize in one of them, they can become a master!"
"Yes, the key point is that my master's painting and writing are both at the top level. It's true that masters are among the people, and clowns sit in the palace! Thinking of those masters who draw ghostly symbols, I really feel inferior to them!"
"Ahhh, the more I see it, the more I feel like a waste!"
"..."
Soon, it was Chu Qian’s turn in the team.
Chu Qian asked politely.
"Hello, master, I am Chu Qian, can I interview you?"
The master was very busy, and sweat kept sliding down his cheeks.
When he first heard that someone wanted to interview him, he refused.
But I heard the name Chu Qian.
He was visibly stunned.
She raised her head and glanced at Chu Qian.
"Chu Qian! Okay, okay, I'm also a fan of yours. I've watched your show on the Imperial Capital Reform Market. It's really excellent!"
Chu Qian smiled and waved her hand.
"Where is it? Master, I will stand next to you. I hope I won't disturb you!"
The master greeted him warmly.
"It doesn't matter, Chu Qian, you can just help me promote it, just call me Master Dong!"
Chu Qian responded politely.
"Okay, Master Dong!"
"Master Dong, how long have you been practicing calligraphy?"
Master Dong introduced it while drawing.
"I forgot too, time passed so fast, it must have been more than twenty years!"
"I don't have any skills, I can only learn some simple ones, and I have physical limitations, so I can't do manual labor!"
Chu Qian saw Master Dong's serious look.
Can't help but sigh.
"This is really not easy. It seems that your writing is steadier than the average person now. What difficulties did you encounter when you were learning?"
Master Dong didn't have too many expressions on his face.
But there was still a hint of mixed emotions.
"In the beginning, I couldn't even hold a pen. I thought about giving up many times, and my family didn't support me!"
"Just practice slowly. When I first started practicing, I practiced for at least seven or eight hours a day, and my forearms were covered with calluses..."
"My family feels distressed when they see it. They can't understand why we have to work so hard. Isn't it better to just stay at home?"
Having said this, Master Dong had a heavy expression on his face.
"Actually, I just don't want to be a useless person!"
