Starting from Zhou Qingfeng grabbing the brush, the scene was quiet for a few seconds. In these few seconds, countless thoughts flashed through everyone's minds.

The students on the scene were curious about what poems Zhou Qingfeng wanted to write, and were even more curious about how his handwriting was written. Most people didn’t expect anything. After all, Zhou Qingfeng is an actor at present. It would be great if actors could write their names well these days, so what calligraphy is required?

Needless to say, Zhou Qingfeng's own thoughts are a little annoyed that he didn't spend any time practicing calligraphy for Mao. The fonts that are crawling with one hand are really shameful.

The old woman named Long stood behind her, smiling on her face, but was sneering in her heart. In her opinion, the mainland people are more passionate and lack precipitation, and their cultural heritage is far inferior to those in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

Which Hong Kong film critic is also eyeing him? Zhou Qingfeng had previously criticized the Hong Kong director who filmed the "anti-Japanese drama", and the matter was a huge deal. A series of news hype has made Hong Kong's reputation in the mainland plummet. Now, mainlanders see Hong Kong as a bankrupt.

The Tai Chi master on the other side also looked at Zhou Qingfeng with a joke mentality. In his opinion, a young man who only knows how to play tricks and embroider, can actually become an international superstar. This is simply an insult to professionals like them.

In just a few seconds, Zhou Qingfeng's breathing was a little tight. At this time, the one who reacted the fastest was Lina Fox, Miss Fox, knew Zhou Qingfeng's impulsive personality and ability well. When he saw that he had not taken action for a long time, he knew that he was definitely in trouble.

"Victor, can I learn to write Chinese characters from you?" Lina jumped to Zhou Qingfeng a few steps, and learned to grab the brush with a curious smile. "I think it must be very interesting."

"You can write calligraphy?" Zhou Qingfeng asked in a low voice.

"I have learned Chinese for a while, and I will write when you recite poems. No matter how bad you write, it is always better than being in a daze here." Lina blinked and replied in a low voice.

Yeah..., this is right!

Miss Fox is like a heavenly book written as a ghost painting talisman. Chinese people will only smile with kindness and will never feel that there is anything wrong. If they write well, they will have to praise them.

When Lina came up, Katerina and three other close friends also followed. They stood by Zhou Qingfeng and loudly expressed their desire to learn the traditional calligraphy of planting flowers.

OK... the biggest embarrassment disappeared!

The atmosphere is stronger now, and the star effect is revealed. Everyone wants to see how the four foreigners write calligraphy. As for whether the writing is good, no one cares. Zhou Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that it was a very correct decision to bring four companions to this day, otherwise he would not be able to come to Taiwan.

After calming down his mind, Zhou Qingfeng turned around and glanced at the old woman who was smiling at him, feeling unhappy. He thought to himself: "You fucking Duke Chiang will restore the country? You are a ghost! You are so cruel and literati, and you dare to claim to be educated? Let you see who is truly educated."

After pondering for a few moments, Zhou Qingfeng said to Lina aloud: "The wind and rain in Zhongshan are yellow."

Zhou Qingfeng is strong and full of energy. His mouth becomes ups and downs in seven simple words, clear and clear, making people feel relaxed.

With a recitation, everyone in the entire stair hall imagined a magnificent picture as if the mountains in front of him were towering, the long river was coiled, the misty rain was vast, and the tiger was lying on the dragon. The world was full of invincible majesty.

Good poem!

With just one seven words, Mr. Ishikawa, as a sinologist, immediately exclaimed in surprise. He hurriedly walked towards Zhou Qingfeng and shouted happily: "This sentence is incredible and has a great mind, so I deserve to praise it. I like it very much!"

Zhou Qingfeng smiled slightly, thinking that today's level has finally passed. After Lina asked clearly what words it was, she also wrote them one by one. Moreover, the words she wrote were pretty good, at least it was more beautiful than Zhou Qingfeng's reptile body.

The seven words fell on rice paper, and even the old woman who just wanted to see a joke had to praise: "It's really good poetry, and this sentence alone has a lot of essence of poetry. Zhongshan? This is to refer to Nanjing. The ancient capital of the Republic of China, the beauty is naturally unusual.

Nanjing is full of cultural heritage and scenery. The grandfather of the founding father is near Zhongshan. When Duke Jiang established his country, he has a long-term vision. This poem praises the scenery of Zhongshan. A few words make people yearn for it, good, good, good!"

The old woman praised a few times, saying "The Ancient Capital of the Republic of China" and other words repeatedly in her mouth. Zhou Qingfeng was also very proud and thought to herself: Of course this poem is good, no worse than the poems of the Tang and Song dynasties.

The old woman seemed to be imagining something, with a look of yearning. She asked Zhou Qingfeng again: "Did you write this poem?"

Eh...?

Zhou Qingfeng's originally proud face immediately collapsed. Mr. Ishikawa also asked: "Is there only one sentence in this poem? Is it done after that?"

Are you two funny? Come and shake me on purpose!

"Of course I didn't write this poem." Zhou Qingfeng said with a stern face.

The old woman immediately fell into deep thought and said after a while: "I am familiar with the poems of famous masters since the Tang and Song dynasties, but I have never seen this one. It is said that such a good poem is impossible for me not to know."

Mr. Ishikawa also frowned and thought for a long time and asked, "Which dynasty was this poem come into being?"

"Modern." Zhou Qingfeng continued to have a cold face.

"Modern!" Both the old woman and Ishikawa exclaimed. The two looked at the seven words written by Lina again, and could not imagine that a poet in modern times had written such a heroic poem.

"Please finish this poem." Ishikawa bowed to Zhou Qingfeng, "I really want to read it."

Well, Zhou Qingfeng felt that he was not meeting two funny guys, but two frogs in the well. They really didn’t know who wrote this poem?

After breathing a deeper breath, Zhou Qingfeng recited the first line of the poem, Zhongshan was yellow and yellow, and millions of heroes crossed the river.

Puff..., there were many people in the stair hall that couldn't help laughing and were about to squirt!

But the old woman and Ishikawa didn't know it. When they saw the second sentence, they were stunned. How did this poem clearly describing the scenery come out of the "million-million army"?

"Lin Sang, are you sure you read it right?" Ishikawa looked at the first sentence Lina wrote, and his mind turned like a twisted twist. The old woman's face changed, as if she had expected something but was not sure. In short, her expression was not very natural.

Zhou Qingfeng said with certainty: "It's not wrong, this is a seven-character song."

Hold it in, don't laugh at this time!

Lina wrote a sentence, Katerina, the Butcher and Minsk followed. Zhou Qingfeng finished reading the whole poem in one breath.

"The wind and rain in Zhongshan are yellow and yellow, and millions of heroic troops cross the river.

The tiger occupies a dragon occupies a lot today, and it is turned upside down and generous.

It is better to pursue the enemy with the remaining courage, and not to seek fame and learn from the overlord.

If heaven has feelings, heaven will grow old, and the right path on earth is vicissitudes."

After reading a poem, the audience burst into thunderous applause, which lasted for a long time. The atmosphere in the entire stairs hall was directly detonated. Even halfway through Zhou Qingfeng, more than a thousand people in the hall also followed him, and the sound was as loud as thunder and the air soared into the sky!

The whole poem is majestic and grand, with an irresistible passion and power. The spirit of not believing in ghosts and gods, not believing in fate, and fighting for life to change the world is enough to be shocking.

When Zhou Qingfeng was reading it at the end, his momentum also increased. He grabbed the brush and finally wrote the title of the poem "People's Liberation Army conquered Nanjing."

When the old woman saw Zhou Qingfeng writing Taizu's name on the lower right of the poem, she was stunned as if she had been immobilized. Her face seemed to have been slapped dozens of times, red and purple. She never expected that the author of this poem was actually Jiang Gong's mortal enemy!
Chapter completed!