"Dad, what do you think? You're not going to continue like a dog, are you?" The young man ran to the middle-aged man and asked proudly.
The middle-aged man looked at the young man in shock and asked expectantly,"Where is this young man from?"
The young man shrugged and said helplessly,""How would I know? I only know that the mountain he lives on is called Daqing Mountain, the place he lives in is called Zhishou Abbey, and the village he lives in is called Kaoshan Village.”
"Old Xu, what do you think of this calligraphy?" The middle-aged woman asked curiously.
"I'm not as good as him." The middle-aged man said emotionally.
These words made the mother and daughter beside him widen their eyes.
"Dad, you don't have to be so modest, do you?" The young man asked in surprise. This guy is at most twenty years old, but you are the honorary vice president of Nanjiang Painting and Calligraphy Association!”
After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man said,""Strange rocks rush to the autumn stream, cold vines hang on ancient pines. If you teach me to stand by the water, I'm afraid I'll become a dragon.”
"This is the poem that Han Xiong used to evaluate the Grass Saint Huai Su. I think it's not too much to use it on this young man!”
"For this calligraphy, the strokes are thin and strong, and the movements are natural, like a storm and whirlwind. Calligraphy is full of ideas, ever-changing, and there are laws and regulations.”
"This is the standard of a master. Comparing me to him is flattering me! In the entire Ancestral Dragon, there were less than ten people who could not compare to this mister!”
......
On the other side, the live broadcast room was also in an uproar.
"Oh my god, isn't the word 'Abbey Dean' too beautiful?”
"Compared to the Abbey Dean, I feel like the money my parents gave me to learn calligraphy for the past 16 years was wasted!”
"This wild grass is awesome! I'm kneeling!"
"Although I don't understand what's written, I feel that it's awesome!”
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Green Cup Weasel Hair: Mr. Abbey Dean, can I ask for a calligraphy treasure?
[Mid-lane Dead: Bro, can I buy a few words from you?]
The Abbey Dean is really proficient in the four arts. Can you ask for a word shamelessly?
Abbey Dean, sell this shopping list to me when you're done! I bid 10,000!
……
Seeing that there were many people in the live broadcast room who paid money to buy words, he rejected them.
Chu Tian's calligraphy was at the level of a master, but he didn't set a price.
For example, education, teachers, social circles…
Without the recognition of the circle, your calligraphy and painting would have no value.
Van Gogh, Russell, Xu Beihong, Tang Bohu…
Perhaps with the support of the fans in the live broadcast room, Chu Tian's calligraphy could be sold for a good price.
It was normal for a painting to be worth thousands or tens of thousands.
But that wasn't a long-term solution. After all, Chu Tian didn't want to become a live streamer selling goods.
"I'm honored that everyone likes my calligraphy. I'm just a country bumpkin. My calligraphy isn't worth that much money.”
"How about this? Let's stick to the old rules and draw a lottery. Every day, I will randomly pick three lucky viewers from the fan group, and I will give each of them a piece of calligraphy for free.”
"Of course, the word count can't be more than ten, or I'll be exhausted.”Chu Tian said with a smile.
"Streamer 666, I have to be a fan!”
"A conscientious streamer! This bro has never tipped anyone before, so I'll give you my first blood!”
"Ahhhh, I really want the Abbey Dean's calligraphy!”
"F * ck, you bastard upstairs, can you not be so flirtatious?”
"I want it, I want it, I want it! God bless me, I must draw the Abbey Dean's name!”
Daydreaming rewarded the streamer with 99 roses *1.
I'm Mengmeng, rewarding the streamer with 99 roses x1.
It's not a waste to tip the streamer a luxury cruise *1.
He rewarded the streamer with one rocket.
Mu Ziliu rewarded the streamer with one rocket.
For a moment, the live broadcast room was flooded with gifts.
In just a few minutes, more than a hundred people had tipped him more than twenty thousand yuan.
The camera turned, and both Lao Bai and the old village chief stared at Chu Tian with a strange look.
Seeing Chu Tian looking at him, the old village chief asked tentatively,""Brother Tian 'er, are you alright?"
This question puzzled Chu Tian." Uncle Zheng, what did you say?”
The old village chief's expression was conflicted for a moment, and then he said tactfully,"That's right. You've been alone on the mountain for a long time.”
"Uncle Zheng, can you just say it directly?”Chu Tian said with a dumbfounded look.
The old village chief glanced at Lao Bai and then at Chu Tian before he made up his mind and said,""The last time you went to my house, I realized that you were talking to yourself.”
"At that time, I wanted to ask you, but your aunt didn't let me. Just now, I found you talking to yourself.”
"Tian 'er, why don't we go to the hospital for a checkup?”
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