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

Chapter 188 Open Your Eyes

Liu Piaopiao was dumbfounded, but Wang Zihao's words were inconsequential, and the meaning was obvious.

The calligraphy and paintings made by you elegant people are not on the stage, so you can only entertain yourself in your circle.

Based on Liu Piaopiao's understanding of Wang Zihao, if it weren't for the sake of the old man, he would probably say that these calligraphy and paintings are rubbish and have no artistic content.

The young and old in front of the Wentai had ugly faces when they heard Wang Zihao's words.

These calligraphy and paintings are all their painstaking efforts, but they are said to be worthless.

You are finished, in heaven and earth, no one can save you.

"Grandma." Liu Qianqian wanted to change the subject.

The old lady smiled and said to Wang Zihao as if she didn't hear it: "Young man, you say that what I wrote is not eye-catching, I have no objection, but these calligraphy and paintings are written by famous contemporary masters."

Liu Qianqian was a little nervous, her boyfriend has always been gentle, he can be described as a modest gentleman, what happened today, he showed his sharpness.

Liu Piaopiao felt that Wang Zihao was quite proud in his bones, but he was very good at hiding himself.

But on this occasion, since he didn't pretend, it was unexpected.

When Mrs. Liu said this, an old man in his seventies couldn't help but straighten his sagging waist.

He is a famous artist in the mouth of Mrs. Liu, a figure who can be ranked high in the National Writers Association, and is also No. 1 in the Nanhu Writers Association.

"Before Mr. Guo was 60 years old, he wrote a total of 600 million words of literary works. The articles on poetry and poetry added up to nearly [-] words. He has published poetry anthologies, and three of them have been included in textbooks." A young man said, his face Full of arrogance.

Facing the unkindness of these people, Wang Zihao remained indifferent.

To be honest, I can compete with you at my own level, so what am I afraid of?
"I only know characters, but not people. This is how I feel about these words." Wang Zihao looked lonely like a master, "I always thought that I read too little, and the words I wrote were not spiritual, so I didn't dare to write. , until I saw your calligraphy and painting."

He stopped talking.

Those literati's faces became even uglier.

Liu Piaopiao felt that Xiao Wang was crazy, more poisonous than the poison she had given Liu Zixuan and his party just now.

His meaning became more obvious, the calligraphy and paintings on the table were unsightly.

Liu Qianqian felt that her boyfriend had a bit of ink in his stomach, otherwise he would not have written a poem like "If the relationship between the two lasts for a long time, how can it be day and night".

But even so, she didn't intend to let her boyfriend come here to perform.

Because there are a lot of high-level people present, with a lot of poisonous tongues.

In case the boyfriend is not in good condition, as if he was communicating with her one night, he suddenly stopped, and hurriedly told her not to move.

A boyfriend in that state is very fragile.

Old lady Liu's eyes were still smiling, and she couldn't see her true emotions.

Guo Qing's state of mind cultivation was not satisfactory, he felt a little pain in his heart.

pissed off.

"You mean you can write now? Does that open our eyes?" the young woman said lightly.

On the desk, there are also her calligraphy and paintings.

She also has a feeling that her nine-year compulsory education has been greatly humiliated.

Wang Zihao looked at Liu Qianqian: "Then I wrote it?"

Liu Qianqian's heart tightened, the arrow was on the string, had to send it?
After hesitating for a moment, she nodded, and then said apologetically to several elegant people: "Later, please be merciful, grandparents, brothers and sisters. Before coming to see my grandma, Zihao was too nervous, I will let him drink some wine." Emboldened... drank too much!"

It turned out that they drank too much, and everyone looked better.

Wang Zihao secretly admired that his girlfriend could really talk.

If it were him, it would be nice not to make trouble if there is a temporary emergency, let alone smoothing things over.

When Xu Meili was rescued in the pool, all his usual IQ was lost, only instinctive struggle remained.

What the third sister said made Liu Piaopiao heave a sigh of relief.

Although she hated Wang Zihao a bit and wanted to see him make a fool of himself, she didn't want to see him being attacked from all directions.

"Where are the envelopes and paper?" Wang Zihao looked like a second uncle, not looking outside at all.

Since his girlfriend said that he was drinking, and he suddenly persuaded him, it was a slap in the face of his girlfriend.

"You want an envelope?" The young woman who was about to get a pen and paper was taken aback for a moment.

"Isn't there a recitation meeting at five o'clock to select excellent poems?" Wang Zihao said, "I will also participate."

The poems participating in the selection shall be signed anonymously and sealed in an envelope.

At that time, Mrs. Liu and several old seniors will be the judges, and the participants in the seat will also vote by secret ballot.

Of course, the votes of the attendees don't count too much, because Mrs. Liu doesn't believe in the taste of Liu Piaopiao and others.

Why did a group of bandits choose a king of the mountain?

"Do you want that prize?" Liu Piaopiao couldn't help blurting out.

At the end of the recitation conference, the best three poems will be selected, and the authors will get a small prize.

Liu Qianqian raised her forehead, what the cousin meant, Wang Zihao was going to write the top three is a sure thing.

You look down on grandma and the others too much, don't you?
Sure enough, Liu Piaopiao's words made Mr. Guo and the others want to roar, deceiving people too much.

Treat the lottery as a bag, and us as a wine bag?
"Lucky?" Wang Zihao was a little surprised.

Liu Piaopiao gave him a blank look, knowingly asked the question, and told you already.

As for what the lottery is, she doesn't know.

But judging from the past, the lottery is not big, such as the membership card of a certain golf course, the lifetime free card of a certain academy...

For Liu Piaopiao, these prizes are useless at all.

"Envelope, paper, pen." The young woman handed the things to Wang Zihao, pointing to the table and box by the wall, "Put it in the box after writing."

The calligraphy and paintings on the desk in front of me are all written with a brush on a large paper, so they will not participate in the selection.

The poems participating in the selection are all written with ordinary paper and pen, and then packaged, so that the host can check and recite at that time.

"Thank you!" Wang Zihao walked to the table in the corner and sat down.

Liu Qianqian and Liu Piaopiao thought about it, but were stopped by grandma.

After they know the content of the poem, what should they do if they engage in bribery in private?
It's useless to find grandma, but it doesn't mean it's useless to find someone else.

For example, find a host and ask them to work harder when reciting Wang Zihao's poems, and the effect will definitely be a little bit.

His girlfriend and Liu Piaopiao didn't come over, Wang Zihao didn't care, he picked up a pen and wrote on the paper.

He was a little embarrassed when he wrote a few words.

I haven't written with a pen for a long time, and the handwriting is a bit scribbled.

I think back then, my handwriting was so elegant and beautiful, and every time I wrote a composition, I could get high marks, and my handwriting was indispensable.

Ten minutes later, Wang Zihao folded the paper, put it in an envelope, and put it in a cardboard box.

Just when he was about to go back and get acquainted with those literati and poets, Liu Qianqian and Liu Piaopiao ran over and forcibly helped him out of the Gongbei Tower.

"Why are you going out? I haven't said hello to grandma yet. How about discussing literature with those seniors?"

(End of this chapter)