While the live broadcast room was busy explaining, Lin Feng had already handed the two pieces of calligraphy to the two girls.
Of course, they would still have to pay for it. It was still according to the rules set by Director Zhang that the unit price could not exceed 100 yuan.
With two more hundred-dollar bills in his hands, Fatty Deeny smiled foolishly.
"Alright, stop laughing. Little raccoon, help me press the paper. I still have to write a few more.”
"Heh, I'm happy ~ I'll laugh, I'll laugh.”
Fatty Deeny was a little arrogant, but he still obediently helped him hold the edge of the new paper.
"Next, next, who else wants words? Hurry up and raise your hand."
"Me, me, me. Mr. Lin, help me write it."
"Handsome, I want it."
"Mister Lin, look here!"
...
Everyone was still rather respectful towards those who knew calligraphy. When they addressed Lin Feng, they subconsciously used honorifics.
"There were two girls just now. Let's pick a man next.”
Lin Feng glanced left and right before pointing at a man standing at the outermost perimeter.
He was in his thirties and had a stubble beard, but he wasn't sloppy and was a little handsome.
"Me? Me?"
Chen Mo pointed at himself in disbelief.
He had only raised his hand just now, but he was too embarrassed to open his mouth.
With so many people surrounding him, he didn't feel that Lin Feng would notice.
However, Lin Feng nodded his head and gave him an affirmative answer.
"Haha, thank you, thank you. Make way, everyone, make way. Thank you.”
Chen Mo walked up to the first row happily.
"What do you do for a living?"
Lin Feng casually asked.
"He's in the restaurant business. He opened a prison-style restaurant.”
"What style?"
Lin Feng thought that he didn't hear it clearly.
"It's an ancient prison style. There are prison cells, tiger stools, prison uniforms, shackles, fetters, and so on. It can let everyone experience the feeling of being in prison in ancient times.”
“...”
Lin Feng was speechless. Fatty Deeny, who was at the side, couldn't help but laugh.
"How's business?"
"I, the boss, came out to watch the show. How good can it be?”
Chen Mo smiled bitterly.
Back then, he must have been crazy to renovate a normal restaurant into such a themed restaurant.
Now, the old customers felt unlucky and did not come anymore.
Young people nowadays didn't seem to like this kind of dark theme.
If this continued for a few more months, he would probably have to close down.
"Haha, that's true."
Lin Feng didn't know how to comfort him and could only laugh.
After thinking for a moment, he said,
"Then what do you want me to write for you?”
"Uh ~"
Chen Mo thought about it for a while, but he didn't expect Lin Feng to write anything.
"Then I'll just write it casually."
He picked up the brush and pondered for a few seconds. Then, a line of poetry appeared on the paper.
"Isn't the golden scale something in the pool that will turn into a dragon when it encounters the wind and clouds?”
"Eh, the calligraphy this time seems to be different from the previous two.”
Someone with sharp eyes said in the live broadcast room.
"Boss, boss, where's the calligraphy boss from before? Come out and take a look. What kind of body is this?”
"Coming, coming. Let's talk about the conclusion first. This Lin Feng is truly awesome.
Three words, three styles, amazing!
This one was written in cursive. It was a type of font between running script and cursive script.
His calligraphy should be an imitation of the Ming Dynasty's calligraphy.
The strokes are flat, gentle and gentle.
between the lifting and pressing, there was a strong pause.
He revealed a gentle and refined aura.
This was the characteristic of Wen and Zheng Ming's calligraphy.
However, there were some subtle differences.
For example, the brush and ink were thicker and heavier when he turned the brush.
This had the characteristics of the wild and grass calligraphy.
However, wasn't the golden scale something in the pool that would turn into a dragon when it encountered wind and clouds?
This line of poem itself had the ambition to soar into the clouds and the meaning of wildness.
Lin Feng's handling of the matter actually complemented each other and made it even more outstanding.”
"I understand, I understand. Thank you for your interpretation.”
"So that's how it is. I was wondering why this piece of calligraphy had a majestic aura and a sharp feeling that penetrated the back of the paper.”
"It sounds awesome. When I'm free, I'll go and learn calligraphy too.”
"I'll go too. It was always good to be more influenced by traditional culture.”
...
It was rare for the live broadcast room to be filled with joy.
There were even some calligraphy enthusiasts who had been hiding in the dark, but they also popped up and discussed calligraphy with each other.
In front of the camera, Lin Feng waited for the ink to dry before handing the calligraphy to Chen Mo.
"Come, this calligraphy is for you.
The road is long, the road is blocked and long, and the road is long.
Let it go, it will pass eventually."
"Yes, thank you."
Chen Mo looked at the calligraphy seriously and felt much better.
Isn't the golden scale something in the pool? It will turn into a dragon when it meets the wind and cloud.
He hoped that his luck would really change.
...
"Anything else? Was there more? He could only write two more. His chances were limited.”
Lin Feng shouted again when Chen Mo returned to the crowd.
There were only two pieces left?
The surrounding crowd was anxious.
He raised his hand and shouted,
"Mister Lin, I want it."
"Mister Lin, look at me, look at me.”
"Mr. Lin, my voice is almost hoarse from shouting.”
"Yes, yes, yes. Mr. Lin, my grandfather is celebrating his 80th birthday in two days. He's a veteran. Can you help me write a piece of calligraphy?”
...
At this moment, a tall short-haired girl caught Lin Feng's attention.
"You mean your grandfather's 80th birthday?"
"Yes, yes, yes. The day after tomorrow."
The short-haired girl was afraid that she would miss the opportunity and nodded frantically.
"Alright, since it's the old man's birthday, I'll write one for him. I heard from you that he's a retired soldier?”
"Yes, he participated in the War of Resistance, Liberation, Resistance Against the United States, and Laoshan. He even received three medals.”
The short-haired girl took out her phone and showed Lin Feng the photo.
The old man was wearing an old-fashioned military uniform, and there were indeed three medals pinned to his body.
"This was taken on the 70th anniversary of the National Day. At that time, the old man was still very energetic. He can't take it anymore in the past two years. There are hidden injuries on his body, and his bones are getting worse by the day.”
The short-haired girl was a little sad.
"Well, old people will grow old one day. It's good that you don't have any regrets.”
Lin Feng consoled.
"Yes, my grandfather said the same thing. He said that if he could see the country prosper, the people live and work in peace, and his family live a peaceful and happy life, then his life would be worth it.”
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