Chapter 832 She Writes Well
But Yin Mulan, who has always been generous and decent, not only did not restrain herself, but raised her voice.
"I'm watching a calligraphy live broadcast."
She made a loud voice, as if she was afraid that others would not know what she was looking at.
It also seemed to be attracting someone's attention.
Sure enough, the moment she finished speaking, the gray-haired but hale and hearty old man sitting across from her, his eyes under the presbyopic glasses lit up.
His old and strong body straightened his back, "Calligraphy live broadcast?"
"Yes."
Yin Mulan is respectful and authentic, with a humble attitude.
She just said it to the old man on purpose.
Meng Songbai, the most respected calligrapher in China, has a very high attainment in calligraphy, and a calligraphy and painting is hard to find.
Often as a cultural communication ambassador to various countries for international cultural exchanges.
He is also the director of the Calligraphy Department of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.
Meng Songbai was indifferent to fame and fortune all his life, but loved calligraphy and became obsessed. He took over as the Minister of Calligraphy Department and only wanted to cultivate a new generation of calligraphy lovers.
It's a pity that in this era of quick success and instant benefit, few young people can calm down to learn traditional culture.
Especially in calligraphy, there is a shortage of talents.
He didn't even have an apprentice he could look up to.
Yin Mulan was surprised to see Xia Weibao's live broadcast, and she didn't expect Xia Weibao's calligraphy to be so good.
It just so happens that tonight is a dinner party for the Chinese Studies Association, a rare opportunity.
"Whose calligraphy is being broadcast live." Meng Songbai suppressed the excitement just now with a wise expression.
Even a little displeased, in his opinion, calligraphy is an art, the quintessence of China's broad and profound traditional culture.
How can it be used for such an uproarious thing as a live broadcast.
Live broadcasting is a kind of fast food culture. In the eyes of these conservative old people, live broadcasting is to please the public and for people to have fun.
How can the essence of the country be used to please the public!
This is an insult!
"Xia Weibao's."
"Who is Xia Weibao?" Meng Songbai looked at a loss.
"Xia Weibao is a star of Hongtu Media."
Yin Mulan knew that these old people who only engaged in traditional culture did not pay attention to the entertainment industry, so she explained very patiently.
Meng Songbai's face changed when he heard that he was a celebrity.
Not only him, but everyone's expressions became a little subtle.
In the eyes of these veteran artists, the entertainment circle is almost equated with kitsch.
Bias exists from the bottom of our hearts.
Meng Songbai was still a little interested when he first heard the word calligraphy, but now that he is a star, he is not interested at all.
"So that's how it is."
He said politely to Yin Mulan, then looked away, and didn't mention this matter anymore, and he didn't intend to look at it.
The other people were also a little contemptuous, they said haha and didn't mean to answer the conversation.
They whispered to each other and continued their conversation just now, ignoring Yin Mulan, let alone mentioning Xia Weibao.
On such an occasion, it is natural to talk about some noble sentiments, how can you talk about those filthy entertainment circles!
Chinese studies must have the style of Chinese studies, and the style cannot be lowered by those impetuous fast food culture.
Yang Yilian gave Yin Mulan a wink, signaling her to stop talking.
The members of the National Studies Association are all high-level intellectuals, representing the soul of China, and they look down on those stars in the entertainment industry who only know how to make an uproar.
Such an occasion is inappropriate.
Yin Mulan's expression remained unchanged, and she said cheekily, "Old Meng, do you want to read it? She writes very well."