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Chapter 126 The paintings are all ugly, but how can the writing be better [2 more]

Coke wore a top hat and walked boldly in the forefront, opening the way for Yan Jiu and others.

Both Jiang Azi and Mengniang were wearing loose employee uniforms, and even with masks on their faces, they couldn't hide their astonishment.

Guan Zi'an and She Liang followed closely behind.

She Shan, who was invisible to others, held up her mobile phone to introduce the one-day banquet tour to the mountain god far away in Huanyun Mountain.

Huang Xiaoqiang's family fell at the end of the team.

The other team successfully attracted everyone's attention, and everyone looked sideways.

Chu Nian, who was staying in Chu's father's arms, saw Yan Jiu at a glance. She clamored to go down, and ran to Yan Jiu's side in a desperate manner.

Yan Jiu held her up high: "Our little princess Nian Nian is even more beautiful today."

Chu Nian, who was wearing a princess dress, giggled. She pointed at the Coke with her little finger, and Yan Jiu instantly understood Chu Nian's careful thoughts, and put it on the back of the Coke.

At this time.

The Chu family also walked up to Yan Jiu.

Chu Ma sighed: "Ah Li said you don't like those complicated skirts, I thought he was talking nonsense."

Yan Jiu was dressed in gray clothes and trousers.

The casual suit was loosely worn by Yan Jiu,
Yan Jiu said truthfully, "It's inconvenient to wear a skirt."

In order to maintain the few images.

She didn't say anything that was inconvenient to fight.

Father Chu handed Yan Jiu a glass of wine: "Father will introduce you to some uncles."

Yan Jiu nodded.

He looked back at Jiang Azi and the others.

Jiang Azi comprehended the OK gesture, and the team supporting Yan Jiu dispersed immediately.

Everyone stared blankly at Yan Jiu, neither humble nor overbearing nor timid, following Papa Chu's side to recognize people.

Yan Jiu handled it with ease.

All the people who have met Yan Jiu have only one heartfelt voice: Good guy, this aura is a replica of Chu Huaicong!
Just as Yan Jiu's recognition stage was in progress.

There was an uproar at the corner of the banquet.

Yan Jiu raised his eyes: "She Liang, what's going on?"

She Liang, who was stuffing abalone into his mouth, shook his head without raising his head under She Shan's reminder, indicating that he didn't know.

Yan Jiu looked at Mengniang.

Mengniang peeled the prawns for Chu Nian and Coke: "It seems to be caused by Brother Guan's fan. He is surrounded by several old people. Is the curator going to take a look?"

When Yan Jiu walked over.

Jiang Azi stood in front of Guan Zi'an like an eagle guarding a chick: "Don't think about it, Brother Guan is the financial accountant of our library, and wants to poach the wall? In the next life!"

"A talent like him should go to the Painting and Calligraphy Association! Instead of staying in a small art gallery!"

"The pen is broad, simple, and vigorous. At first glance, it looks like a great calligrapher. If you are only an accountant, you will be drowning in talent!"

"As long as you ask, I, the president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, can give it to you!"

Guan Zi'an was wearing a mask.

Outsiders could not see his expression.

All he knew was that he looked across the crowd at his brand new paper fan that had been taken away.

Only Yan Jiu knew.

Guan Zi'an's serious appearance was thinking about how to sue so that he could stand on the most powerful side.

Yan Jiu was speechless for a moment, and spoke for his funeral home: "We are not an art gallery."

The old man holding the paper fan said tremblingly: "Not even a painting gallery? How can you invite a calligrapher like him!?"

Yan Jiu: "..." If I told you that I didn't invite you, would you pout in anger on the spot?
Guan Zi'an reminded: "Stealing other people's property without their permission is legal responsibility."

Everyone: You know the law.jpg
The old man was still immersed in the joy of discovering the treasure, so he didn't pay attention to Guan Zi'an's words: "This good handwriting is completely comparable to the calligraphy master of the Ming Dynasty, Guan Zi'an, Guan Zhuangyuanlang. Your surname is Guan, and you are Guan Zi'an's descendant?"

Guan Zi'an said truthfully, "No."

The old man talked to himself, and he couldn't help feeling: "The texture of this fan is new. If the texture of the fan is older, I will mistake it for an antique. Good calligraphy, good calligraphy!"

However, Guan Zi'an rarely said seriously: "That's the word of my benefactor that you haven't seen before."

This time.

The old man noticed what Guan Zi'an said.

He nodded seriously.

To be able to teach a person like Guan Zi'an, his master must be extraordinary, but there is no one in the Painting and Calligraphy Association who can serve as Guan Zi'an's master.

Don't even think about it.

Another hidden calligrapher.

The old man was suddenly a little thankful that he came to the Chu family's banquet, otherwise, he would not have met Guan Zi'an and such a good character.

He thought about it.

Looking at Guan Zi'an.

He found that the other party was looking at Yan Jiu with piercing eyes.

Follow Guan Zi'an's line of sight.

The old man looked at Yan Jiu: "Are you his master?"

Guan Zi'an: "!?"

Yan Jiu told the truth: "No, my calligraphy is not as good as his, but my painting skills are relatively high."

Guan Zi'an: "..." As always, you are still as confident as you should be, and as confident as you should be.

The old man was delighted when he saw Lie Xin: "Can you let me have a look?"

Yan Jiu said generously, "I can give you a picture as well!"

Guan Zian deliberately stopped.

However, Yan Jiu felt itchy and wanted to improvise.

Guan Zi'an had no choice but to give up, and followed Yan Jiu to see how he would perform.

Everyone saw that there was excitement.

They all gathered around.

Chu Ma said happily: "Xiao Jiu can also draw? What style do you want to paint? Mom will ask you to prepare materials."

When Yan Jiu spoke, it aroused people's imagination: "In order to better match the temperament of the old man, let's use traditional Chinese painting."

Guan Zi'an: "..." Hearing the relaxed tone, those who didn't know thought that you had studied a lot.

He silently turned his face away.

He took a deep breath, and when he turned around again, it was still the calm Guan Zi'an who was about to storm.

Yan Jiu dipped some ink on the pen, and the extremely thin tip slid away on the rice paper like a dragon swimming.

A masterpiece was quickly completed.

I see.

On the scroll is a large piece of smudged ink, and above the ink there is an eye-catching stickman.

Yan Jiu humbled himself and said, "I'm showing my ugliness."

Everyone: "..." It's really ugly!
The old man watched the whole process, but he did not expect that Yan Jiu's masterpiece full of confidence would be such a painting.

He thought he was wrong.

The old man took off his glasses, rubbed his presbyopic eyes, and looked again, he was still very ugly.

Everyone's colorful faces are exactly the same.

Everyone is holding back their laughter.

They looked at Yan Jiu as if they were joking.

Although Chu's mother also felt ugly, she would not point it out to her face, she just said: "Thanks for your hard work, Xiaojiu."

Father Chu nodded: "Not bad."

Mr. Chu and Mrs. Chu looked at each other.

They agreed that as long as they were not embarrassed, others would be the ones who were embarrassed, so they all puffed up their chests.

Yan Jiu became more and more confident.

Just when everyone couldn't help laughing out loud.

Guan Zi'an couldn't understand the faces of these people, he said: "Curator, please mention one more word."

Yan Jiu snapped his fingers: "It makes sense."

Everyone laughed in their hearts.

The paintings are too ugly to look at.

How could words be any better?

And when Yan Jiu wrote again.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

I saw that there is a small poem on the left side of the masterpiece, "You will be the top of the mountain, and you will see all the small mountains".

Poems are not the key, but words that flow like clouds and flowing water, iron painted with silver hooks, and charming and vigorous.

Everyone is numb.

How could someone paint so ugly and write so well! ?Is it normal to be so contradictory?
Yan Jiu didn't know what the people present were thinking.

She looks at her work.

Regretfully said: "It's a pity that I haven't practiced my handwriting for a long time, I'm a little short of time."

Everyone: "..." Do you have a cognitive impairment! ?
(End of this chapter)