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Chapter 453 This is much bigger than the sole of a shoe.

Chapter 453 This is much bigger than the sole of a shoe.

Upon hearing these words, Yu Huan, who was standing at the very edge, hurriedly stepped forward.

With a smile playing on his lips, he said, "Brother Han, I'm afraid if I take Teacher Zhao's calligraphy back, I won't know how to appreciate it. I don't want to ruin Teacher Zhao's painting."

With a broad smile, Wang Han raised his arm and affectionately placed it on Yu Huan's shoulder, half-jokingly saying, "It's alright if you don't appreciate it. When you get back, you should carefully enshrine Teacher Zhao's painting and sincerely bow to it three times every day. Who knows, one day you might discover some of the true essence of art from it and become a multi-talented master like Teacher Zhao!"

Yu Huan remained calm and composed, his smile undiminished, and began to boast in a commercial manner: "Today has truly broadened my horizons. Teacher Zhao's achievements in the broadcasting and hosting industry are already awe-inspiring, but I never imagined that Teacher Zhao would also be so accomplished in painting and poetry. It is truly admirable."

"Oh, Boss, your words are as sweet as honey!" Ni Ping chuckled, picking up the conversation.

"Everyone is so kind to me, if I were to refuse again, it would seem like I'm being pretentious," Zhao Zhongxiang said, pulling out a small sheet of drawing paper. "What else is there to say? Let's draw!"

Wang Han removed his hand from Yu Huan's shoulder, raised his eyebrows, and said with an exaggerated expression of surprise, "Wow, boss, this is Teacher Zhao's own drawing! You'll be secretly thrilled when you get back."

Upon hearing this, the audience burst into laughter, and the atmosphere became even more lively.

Yu Huan suppressed a laugh and nodded slightly, replying, "That's true. I'll definitely treasure Teacher Zhao's calligraphy. I'll be secretly delighted."

“Teacher Zhao can paint more than just donkeys,” Ni Ping said, turning her head to look at the koi painting on the big screen. She sighed, “I really love Teacher Zhao’s painting of this fish. And, most importantly, it has an inscription by Mr. Fan Zeng on it! I’ve been begging Teacher Zhao for a whole year, but he hasn’t agreed to give me this painting.”

Wang Han's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of teasing. He leaned closer to the microphone and deliberately lowered his voice to mutter, "Indeed, the key lies in Mr. Fan Zeng's calligraphy; that's the finishing touch."

Ni Ping smiled, looked down at the drawing paper Zhao Zhongxiang had spread on the felt, her brows furrowed slightly, and a look of disgust appeared on her face again.

She exclaimed dramatically, "My goodness! This paper is so small! Those three donkeys were already crowded enough, how am I supposed to draw on this?!"

At this moment, Zhao Zhongxiang already held a paintbrush, bent down slightly, and gently dipped the tip of the brush into the ink.

He was about to pick up his brush.

Ni Ping reached out and pulled the drawing paper up high, showing it to everyone around her, saying repeatedly, "Comrades, take a look first. I'm not saying you're stingy, comrades!"

Standing behind Ni Ping, Qian Feng peeked at the drawing paper and couldn't help but burst out laughing, joking, "This is much bigger than a shoe sole."

Ni Ping put the drawing paper back in its original place.

Despite the laughter and teasing around him, Zhao Zhongxiang seemed completely unaffected, as if he were detached from the situation.

His eyes were focused, and the brush in his hand moved freely.

Before long, he drew a catfish on the rice paper. After changing to a stiff brush, he then wrote the four characters "May you have abundance every year" and signed it "Zhongxiang".

“Oh my, this is such a wonderful meaning! What a coincidence, our leader’s surname is also Yu!” Wang Han said, walking briskly around to the other side of Zhao Zhongxiang and picking up the seal.

"Thank you, Teacher Zhao!" Yu Huan said, and then solemnly bowed to Zhao Zhongxiang.

Ni Ping noticed Wang Han dipping the seal in ink, and with a quick glance, she teased him half-jokingly, "For such a small painting, you don't need to stamp the whole thing, just half a stamp will do."

As soon as he said that, a burst of laughter erupted from the audience.

Wang Han steadily stamped his seal below the inscription.

Ni Ping then picked up the inkpad and placed it on the table in front of Zhao Zhongxiang, continuing to mutter, "The only valuable thing about this painting is that you, Teacher Zhao, could dip your thumb in it and press it down, leaving your fingerprint. Otherwise, this painting—"

Ni Ping's words were still lingering on her lips.

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Zhongxiang didn't even reach for the microphone. Instead, he turned to Yu Huan with a smile and said humorously, "Don't write an IOU!"

Yu Huan couldn't help but nod, but before she could reply, Zhao Zhongxiang dipped his thumb in the inkpad and pressed a handprint onto the edge of the drawing paper.

Upon seeing this, Ni Ping picked up the painting and showed it to the audience.

Wang Han looked curious and suddenly asked, "Mr. Zhao, I really want to ask you a question."

Zhao Zhongxiang casually took the microphone from Wang Han's hand and uttered a single, concise word: "Speak."

Wang Han immediately adopted a stance of indignation, saying with an exaggerated expression, "Even in Ni Ping's state, how come you two are still so close? Look at how she's constantly launching vicious attacks against you!"

Zhao Zhongxiang calmly took the other microphone from Tian Yuan and asked in return, "When did I say that I had a good relationship with her?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Han immediately pointed to the painting Ni Ping was holding and said rapidly, "She asked you to stamp it, so you stamped it; she asked you to put your fingerprint on it, so you put your fingerprint on it; she asked you to draw a fish, so you drew a fish—"

“To be honest,” Ni Ping abruptly interrupted Wang Han, but then slowly changed the subject, “Teacher Zhao probably doesn’t know why I’m so incredibly good to him. Yang Lan and I are the kind of hosts who really want to stand out on stage. When we were young and naive, no one could outdo us in talking on stage. Teacher Zhao has always been like that—you guys can talk first, I’ll follow behind, and then I’ll catch you when you fall behind, always like that. That kind of virtue isn’t something everyone has, so it’s okay if he’s stingy—”

“I’ll go back and find that fish…” Zhao Zhongxiang raised the microphone and spoke suddenly.

Clearly, Ni Ping's combination of force and courtesy, along with her heartfelt words, made him feel very comfortable.

“Teacher Zhao probably won’t be able to paint anything like that again, so I won’t want it.” Ni Ping shook her head slightly, her tone somewhat nonchalant. She was holding the catfish painting in her hand and turned to Yu Huan, saying, “Teacher Zhao’s little painting also has a good meaning, wishing for abundance year after year, how auspicious!”

Yu Huan smiled and continued, "Then when I get back, I'll frame it and hang it on the wall so I can look at it every day."

Wang Han's face suddenly lit up with curiosity, and he asked him with a hint of teasing in his voice, "Boss, we all know you're a very talented and cultured person. I've read your news articles, and you're quite the writer! You must also know how to use a calligraphy brush, right? Since we're here, why don't you show us your skills?"

"Brother Han, don't flatter me. It's not that I'm good at writing, it's that I'm good at typing," Yu Huan replied humorously.

The audience below the stage burst into laughter at their conversation.

Zhao Zhongxiang sighed, "The times are developing so fast! Nowadays, the words appear instantly with a few keystrokes."

“In this day and age, being able to type 'hard' on a keyboard is just as remarkable as being able to write calligraphy well back in the day,” Wang Han said, turning to pat someone on the shoulder. “Teacher Ni Ping and Teacher Zhao are both here wielding their brushes, so don’t hold back, show us your skills.”

Yu Huan nodded slightly and said, "Teacher Zhao and Teacher Ni Ping have been working in the field of calligraphy and painting for many years, and they are true experts. Since Brother Han has said so, I will muster up my courage and dare to make a fool of myself. I will pick up a brush and write a few words. However, I must make it clear to everyone first that this is purely a hobby of mine, and my level is limited. If it is not well written, please forgive me and be lenient."

Just as Yu Huan was humbly expressing his opinion, Zhao Zhongxiang moved aside to give way, and Ni Ping also placed the "May you have abundance every year" sign on one side of the table.

"Relax, just treat it like you're writing for fun. This isn't a calligraphy competition, so just do whatever you want," Ni Ping said with a smile.

Wang Han watched as Yu Huan walked to the table and put down the microphone. He knew that since Yu Huan had volunteered to demonstrate this talent, he must have some skill.

So, Wang Han helped to lay out a sheet of Xuan paper with one hand, and held up the microphone with the other, a humorous smile on his face, and said in a playful tone, "Although Teacher Ni Ping told you to relax, don't scribble too carelessly. We're all waiting to admire your masterpiece!"

Yu Huan smiled gently, calmly picked up the stiff-bristled brush, dipped it in the ink, then slightly bent over, staring at the Xuan paper before him. Calligraphy, of course, must be done from left to right and from top to bottom.

Having not used a calligraphy brush for some time, Yu Huan adjusted slightly, then lifted the brush with her wrist suspended, and the brush tip fell.

With a gentle flick of the wrist, the first ink mark is left on the snow-white Xuan paper.

"Not bad, not bad, that's a good start." Ni Ping watched Yu Huan's every move, and nodded slightly, her face showing approval.

Wang Han stood aside, slightly turned his head, and said to Zhao Zhongxiang, "Teacher Zhao, look at this posture, it's really quite impressive. You can tell he's put in the effort."

Zhao Zhongxiang's gaze remained fixed on Yu Huan's pen. He nodded in agreement upon hearing Wang Han's words.

With undivided attention, Yu Huan slowly and deliberately wrote out the character "恰".

Then, he turned to the side and dipped his finger in the ink.

Zhao Zhongxiang looked at the single character "恰" and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Wow, this Mi Fu running script is really beautiful!"

"Teacher Zhao, you flatter me. I've only been copying the calligraphy model for a while, and I haven't even learned the basics yet," Yu Huan said with a smile, continuing to bend over and write. Every stroke, every turn and pause, was perfectly executed.

Before long, the phrase "Just like young students, full of vigor and vitality" appeared on the paper.

Zhao Zhongxiang said with a smile, "This is more than just the surface. The layout is reasonable, and the brushwork, structure, and spirit are all handled quite well. To be honest, this calligraphy is better than mine."

"A true master doesn't reveal his abilities!" Oudi interjected with a laugh.

“If Teacher Zhao says it’s good, then it must be good!” Wang Han didn’t bother to argue about who was better at calligraphy. Instead, he turned to Qian Feng, who was standing to the side, and said, “You’re familiar with this style, ‘Young Students’!”

"Yes." Qian Feng nodded with a smile.

After graduating from the Shanghai Theatre Academy, Qian Feng played Xiao Zisheng, a teacher in the hit drama "The Young Pioneers". With this drama, which achieved both high ratings and critical acclaim, he officially entered the entertainment industry and can be considered a multi-talented artist.

Ni Ping bent down and carefully examined the characters Yu Huan had written, one stroke at a time, and softly recited: "Just like young students, full of vigor and vitality; scholarly spirit, bold and unrestrained."

The recitation is complete.

Her voice unconsciously rose a few decibels, and she exclaimed, "Not bad! Before, you said your skills were limited and your writing wasn't good. Being overly modest is just tantamount to being arrogant!"

Yu Huan laughed it off.

He gently put down his brush, held the edges of the rice paper with both hands, lifted it up, and showed it to the enthusiastic audience below the stage, as well as to the main camera in the center.

"Boss, this calligraphy of yours must be a gift for our host, right?" Wang Han said with a beaming smile, then held the microphone to Yu Huan's lips.

Yu Huan smiled helplessly and replied, "Brother Han, you're putting me in a difficult position. I'm just making a fool of myself by writing a few words. Unlike the two teachers, this has no real value. How could I dare say that it's a gift for anyone in particular? But if you don't mind, consider it a small souvenir for your amusement."

Ni Ping nodded earnestly from the side: "You must keep practicing. Maybe you can make a name for yourself in the world of calligraphy in the future."

Yu Huan put down the Xuan paper, a smile playing on her lips, and quickly cupped her hands in thanks: "Thank you for your recognition, Teacher Ni Ping."

Wang Han turned to look at where the props team was and raised his voice, saying, "Then let's remove the table first. Later, we'll frame these teachers' works and hang them on the wall of our studio to add a touch of culture to our work environment."

At this moment, Zhao Zhongxiang cleared his throat: "Shall we sing a song together?"

Before his words had even faded, Ni Ping had already strode off the stage, saying into the microphone, "I'm just getting in the way, always exposing Teacher Zhao."

Wang Han stared at Ni Ping's departing figure, his eyes wide open, and exclaimed, "Oh! Teacher Zhao suggested we sing a song together, and Grandma ran off in a flash!"

Ni Ping sat down in the chair, bowing slightly. Upon hearing this, she smiled and waved to Wang Han.

Wang Han didn't press the matter further, turned to Zhao Zhongxiang, and asked, "Sir, whose songs do you usually sing?"

Soon, the prop team finished clearing the set, and Zhao Zhongxiang finally spoke up: "Shall we sing Qi Zhen's 'The Outside World'?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Han and his many accessories nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay."

Before long, to the accompaniment of melodious guitar music, everyone on stage, microphone in hand, sang in unison: 'A long, long time ago…'

Zhao Zhongxiang was the lead singer; the others just held up microphones and hummed softly.

As the song drew to a close, Zhao Zhongxiang's voice gradually lowered.

The room fell silent for a moment, then erupted in applause.

After finishing the song, Wang Han said with deep emotion, "How touching!"

With a smile, Zhao Zhongxiang glanced at the audience and asked, "Are there any girls in the audience who can sing popular songs? Would you like to sing 'In the Rain'?"

"Who can sing 'In the Rain'?" Wang Han immediately raised his voice and repeated it.

A girl in the audience shouted at the top of her lungs, "Is that Wang Feng's 'In the Rain'?"

"No." Zhao Zhongxiang smiled and shook his head.

Wang Han immediately realized that Zhao Zhongxiang was referring to Liu Jiachang's classic old love song, "In the Rain."

Then, she hummed softly, "In the rain~ I saw you off~"

As soon as he hummed the song, a woman in the audience raised her hand high, indicating that she could sing it too.

However, upon seeing this, Wang Han turned his gaze towards the guest seating area.

With a smile on his lips and a hint of expectation, he asked, "Miss Lin, why don't you come up and sing a song?"

Before Lin Yourong could react, Xiaoqian behind her suddenly widened her eyes.

Miss Lin?

It really was Lin Su herself!

This discovery thrilled Xiaoqian.

Everyone on and off the stage followed Wang Han's gaze and looked over, curious about the 'Miss Lin' that Wang Han mentioned.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lin Yourong decisively waved her hand, indicating her refusal.

(End of this chapter)