Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 187 These calligraphy and paintings are rubbish
After Liu Qianqian entered Gongbei Building with her boyfriend and Liu Piaopiao, Liu Zixuan glared at the friend next to her: "Laugh if you want to, do you think Piaopiao didn't scold you?"

Xiang Qiang and his good buddy Zeng Zhiguo couldn't laugh immediately.

Really, Liu Piaopiao's skill is not a single target attack, but a group attack skill.

"Zixuan, has Piao Piao talked about her boyfriend yet?" Xiang Qiang asked after he had finished poisoning Liu Piaopiao.

After taking a look at Gongbei Tower, Liu Zixuan said in a low voice: "We talked about it, but I heard that she ran away in anger. I would rather kneel down and beg their girlfriends to change their minds than get back together with her."

Zeng Zhiguo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "When talking to her, her ability to resist pressure is beyond ordinary people. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to handle it."

Liu Zixuan and Xiang Qiang nodded silently.

They are fairly familiar with Liu Piaopiao, and the younger generation will passively gather several times a year for various dinners and activities at home.

We get along well, and we often meet together for dinner and so on.

Liu Zixuan, Xiang Qiang, and Zeng Zhiguo get along relatively well, and they often go out to play.

"Qianqian's boyfriend is really just a music creator, a book writer?" Xiang Qiang asked Liu Zixuan.

Usually, Liu Zixuan has more contact with Liu Qianqian.

The normal contact between Xiang Qiang, Zeng Zhiguo and others and Liu Qianqian is generally limited to the interaction in the circle of friends, and then the communication like today.

"It should be. Qianqian opened a brokerage company and trained a few artists, and now they are all her cash cows." Liu Zixuan said.

"Qianqian opened a brokerage company?" Zeng Zhiguo was surprised.

Liu Zixuan said with a smile: "Don't underestimate her agency. When her artists grow up, each of them will be a huge cash cow in the future. An artist is comparable to a large enterprise. Xiang Qiang's own company is making a lot of money now. , but if there is no accident in the future, she will be nothing in front of Qianqian's company."

"Is the entertainment industry so easy to make money?" Zeng Zhiguo asked.

"Have you heard of Chen Huixian?" Liu Zixuan asked.

"How could I never have heard of it? When she was in school, she was very popular." Xiang Qiang nodded. Although they didn't chase stars, stars are stars. As long as they are popular enough, it's hard to know.

When I was in school, my classmates had various discussions, which were deeply influenced by my ears and eyes.

"Chen Huixian is now in Qianqian's company." Liu Zixuan said.

Xiang Qiang and Zeng Zhiguo exclaimed that Chen Tianxian was a gold-absorbing beast back then.

When the concert was held, Xiang Qiang and Zeng Zhiguo traveled thousands of miles to see it in order to accompany their girlfriends.

At that scene, the whole country celebrated together, with huge crowds of people and empty streets.

"How could Qianqian find a musician when she was looking for a boyfriend?" Xiang Qiang and Zeng Zhiguo were a little puzzled. Fortunately, Wang Zihao is not a celebrity, otherwise, they would be even more surprised.

"Let's be like-minded. If she is a star in front of the stage, her family members probably won't agree." Liu Zixuan said.

"Just now I forgot to ask Qianqian's boyfriend what book he wrote. He should submit an article this time for fun." Xiang Qiang said.

In the Gongbei Building.

It was only 03:30 in the afternoon, there were not many people, and those who came were scattered in various places. For example, Liu Zixuan and Zeng Zhiguo were in a group of three, walking around by themselves.

When you see someone you want to make friends with, go up and chat with them to enhance your relationship.

So in the Gongbei Building, Wang Zihao only saw three older people, two people in their thirties who were writing or watching silently at the long table in the hall.

One of them, an old lady with silver hair, attracted Wang Zihao's attention the most.

Although her face is old and dotted with age spots, she has bright eyes and a straight back, looking more energetic than many young people.

When Liu Qianqian and his group came in, the old lady was the first to notice and turned to look over.

Seeing that it was Liu Qianqian and Liu Piaopiao, the old lady smiled.

"grandmother!"

Liu Qianqian and Liu Piaopiao trotted over, pulling the old lady from left to right, one praised the old lady for her beauty, and the other praised the old lady for her beautiful clothes.

The old lady smiled from ear to ear.

Her great-grandson hugged her, but she didn't feel that her granddaughter was uncute because of this, and she liked her just the same.

Looking at the calligraphy and paintings on the table, Wang Zihao felt that the life of the elderly was too indifferent.

With his current state of mind, he can't play these things, and can't calm down.

Reciting poems and painting, returning to the original, only the truly elegant people are happy to think about it.

"Orange Island
Just like a giant ship coming from the sky, the head of the island waits and wanders.

The people's livelihood is full of bitterness and hatred, and the lofty sentiments are so strong.

The mighty mist is happy to have an appointment, and the calm Oulu is happy to have no guesses.

Today's prosperous age should be unforgettable, and there were many talented people in the old days.

Shui Jinglian is fragrant"

Looking at the calligraphy and painting on the table, Wang Zihao shook his head secretly.

There are fewer and fewer readers.

This poem is written without any artistic conception.

"Title Orange Island Head
Fenghua hits the water for three thousand, and the memory is always the sky.

Today's title picture is still bloody, innocent and unrepentant.

Blessed People"

Looking at this calligraphy and painting again, Wang Zihao didn't want to read it anymore.

It's boring, it feels lower than his level.

But there was nothing to do, so he could only continue watching.

is watching.

"Young man, how about these calligraphy and paintings?" The old lady's voice suddenly rang in Wang Zihao's ears.

Looking up, Wang Zihao was smiling when he saw the old lady's amiable face.

Liu Qianqian beside the old lady was very calm and didn't say anything.

This is her grandma, no need to introduce, as long as the boyfriend is not a fool, he can tell just now.

Liu Piaopiao blinked her eyes curiously, wanting to see how Wang Zihao would please grandma.

Grandma has passed this test, and the third sister's parents can't stop it.

No matter how economically sanctioned Third Sister is, it will be limited.

Grandma is different here. If she is really dissatisfied with a junior, it is equivalent to going to prison, and no one can protect her or help her.

"On the paintings, I don't have that kind of artistic talent, so I can't say anything." Wang Zihao said honestly, "On the words, I think it is very ordinary, and it is not even eye-catching."

Liu Piaopiao's eyes widened.

Among these calligraphy and paintings, grandma made them, whether they are paintings or calligraphy.

"This calligraphy and painting is very good. Zihao has been looking at this for the longest time just now." Liu Qianqian quickly pulled a calligraphy and painting.

Wang Zihao followed the trend.

"Looking at the Xiangjiang River as far as the eye can see, dotted with clouds and sails, and piled up with waves.

Watching flying egrets, wandering willows on the shore, listening to the tide and enjoying the sun, you are at ease.

The red fruit is fragrant, the autumn wind turns the leaves, and the oranges are full of oranges.

On the beach, who remembers that yesterday was sluggish.

The mountains and rivers are covered with red silk, making the tourists around them straighten their waists.

But after tea and dinner, the clothes are bright and the shoes are bright, the strong man puts on powder, and the beauties are seductive.

Everyone is energetic, everyone is rich and honored, don't look into other people's pockets.

Why bother to laugh, before the cold winter comes, hurry up and flaunt it.

butterfly dreaming"

It turns out that the old lady's pen name is "Butterfly Dream"?
Wang Zihao is not stupid, he can tell that Liu Qianqian is helping him and reminding him.

However, he didn't intend to compliment, and said: "How can there be any sailing boats on the Xiangjiang River now? If I only pursue artistic conception, I can make it more perfect."

Liu Piaopiao opened her mouth wide.

Liu Qianqian was also a little surprised, and then secretly cried out in her heart.

Boyfriend didn't get what I meant?

This is a calligraphy and painting written by my grandma.

(End of this chapter)