The king of rebirth meets his ex-husband

Chapter 120 I am a maniac (1)
Therefore, in the concluding remarks, Anxi was so arrogant, "Everyone wants to buy? Yes! Please attend the opening ceremony of the first branch of the gallery in the New Year. First come, first served, no waiting." She overturned and refused any preemptive rights. admit.Here, she treats everyone equally.

In the end, I will grab a copy in public... Qiwei Gallery.

The name of the first branch of Hamasaki Gallery has arrived here.

The flamboyant font dazzles the eyes, and everyone is amazed, it really has crazy strength!
Ezaki Masao twitched the corners of his mouth and nodded secretly. Such a font should be equipped with such a temperament!

Koizumi Aoba got up to meet each other, his cold eyes swept across the audience in the audience!

Two blank screens that had been covered with Shengxuan were moved to the stage one after another, and the table next to it was filled with various paints.

Koizumi Aoba walked over calmly, chose two brushes of different thicknesses, and then stood still between the two screens.

The audience was shocked, didn't she want to come at the same time?
Koizumi Aoba took a deep breath, and raised two pens at the same time... drawing with the left hand and calligraphy with the right.

The audience exclaimed, every day, every day?

As Koizumi Aoba squats down bit by bit, the screen on the left hand screen has taken shape, and the proudly blooming peonies are jumping off the paper; the screen on the right hand is Bai Juyi's (Peony Fang).

The [-]-square-meter auditorium became silent, and it was obvious that Koizumi Aoba was painting Chinese paintings and writing Chinese calligraphy.If the one on the right (Peony Fang) cannot understand, then the peony painting on the left depicts the charm of the peony flower in a dreamlike and dreamlike way.

Ezaki Masao nodded frequently. He was one of the few people in the audience who could understand Chinese calligraphy. At the beginning of the earth, the Splendid Section opens, and when the wind does not yield orchid musk sacks. The fairy tree is white and colorless, and the queen mother’s peach blossoms are small and not fragrant. The dew is light and purple, and the morning sun shines red. The attitude is low. The leaf is full of emotion and the shame is hidden, and the drunken makeup is weak in the lying cluster. The low and charming smile is suspicious and the mouth is covered, and the thought is like a heartbroken heart. , hibiscus and peony are bitter."

In the half-section (Peony Fang), the cursive font is as light as a surprise, and the lines between the lines reflect the peony scroll on the left.When she wrote the pen, Ezaki Masao couldn't help blurting out, "Okay!"

Heartfelt praise sounded in the silent auditorium, followed by thunderous applause.

Some people may not know Aoba Koizumi, but most people here know Masao Ezaki, a publisher who just returned to China two months ago.When he first arrived in Tokyo, he spent a lot of money to acquire the largest local publishing company in Tokyo.The publishing group under it involves various aspects such as calligraphy, painting, textbooks, fairy tales, and literature.It's very simple, only what you can see in the bookstore, there is an [-]% chance that it will be published and printed by Ezaki Publishing Group.

Masao Ezaki, as the top person in charge, is naturally extraordinary in his appreciation.Since people say good words without hesitation, they must not be wrong.

Tezuka Kunimitsu couldn't help but change his color slightly. He just knew that her calligraphy and painting skills were not weak, but he didn't know that she could operate at the same time.

Anxi on the stage didn't take it seriously. Her boss was an unattainable existence in the hearts of all the gallery employees.The boss can not only draw and calligraphy at the same time, but also write two different fonts with the left and right hands at the same time.These people who used to pretend to be geniuses have long been insignificant in front of the boss.

Koizumi Aoba put down her brush and stood with her bare hands. Only she knew that she was not a genius, but she had Aoba's 25 years of calligraphy skills in her memory and Koizumi's 15 years of painting skills in her body.In addition, whether it is Aoba's parents or Koizumi's parents, they are all outstanding in the career of calligraphy and painting. If she doesn't become a talent, she will be sorry for the genes in her body and memory.

The simultaneous movement of left and right hands is just a trick that was unintentionally practiced when she was young in her previous life to reduce the amount of practice her father imposed on her.In front of her father, and later her grandfather, she never dared to reveal herself.Because this is just a manifestation of the clown's disdain for calligraphy in front of followers who admire calligraphy.

When she first arrived at the gallery three years ago, she was short of manpower, so she had to reload, which not only relieved the urgent need, but also frightened the elderly.

Today, in order to dispel the jealousy of some parents, she had to do the same thing again.She wants them to only look up to her existence and not dare to be greedy again.

There is always a kind of evil hidden deep in people's heart: For the existence higher than themselves, there will always be a complex emotion intertwined with envy, jealousy and hatred, and some people will even have a perverted feeling that if they can't get it, they will be destroyed psychology.

However, when this kind of existence rises to a height that can no longer be touched, people have to acquiesce in their own insignificance, and instead can only look up, worship, and sigh.

The parents who once showed off their children's profound knowledge were amazed in their hearts. How could he imagine such a master-level lecturer?
Parents who used to be proud of their children's love of calligraphy bowed their heads in shame. No matter how hard they work, they have no talent. No matter how hard they work, they can only cultivate it as a hobby.

Apart from applauding dumbfoundedly among the parents who were planning to make trouble and ask questions, who would dare to mention extra classes?His strength is there, how many people are chasing after him for advice?What are they?But relying on the identity of the parents to mess around.Now, in case someone gets anxious and pats his butt and leaves, the principal won't take his anger out on the students at school?At that time, it will be their parents who will suffer.

Mrs. Ezaki gritted her teeth bitterly, the woman on the stage really had the strength to fight back.As soon as she made this move, all her follow-up plans were immediately aborted.

Jiang Qixiang slumped on the chair with a pale complexion. If she was still a little bit dissatisfied, it disappeared after her father said "yes".

She started writing at the age of three, and spent more time with the brush than her father had with her. She once thought she had a little bit of talent, but she was never recognized by her father.But today, when my father saw that person for the first time, he offered the word "good" that she had always wanted without hesitation.She always thought that her father never praised her because he was afraid that she would be proud, but only now did she realize that there really is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people.If her father's "good" standard is like that on stage, then she really never passed.

(End of this chapter)