Entertainment: from Delivery Boy to Superstar

You are a rascal!

His wife was indignant, "What the hell are you doing! What's wrong with your boyfriend!"

"Which eye did you see my boyfriend do it?!"

Yang Mi went back and inadvertently used the word "boyfriend", but after speaking, she immediately regretted it.

Maybe Chen Yang is smiling happily right now!

Sure enough, his eyes changed when he looked at him, full of playfulness. Yang Mi sighed while holding her forehead, and accidentally caught it.

his way!

At this time, an old man came out and said: "What the young man said is quite reasonable, but this character is written by Zuo-Master.

It was written in front of the name. At that time, Master Zuo Yi was relatively poor and had no source of income, so he made inscriptions for people to make money. After he became famous,

Master Zuo Yi wants to recycle the words he wrote before, but unfortunately there are too many, and he has enough energy to spare!"

A man with gold wire glasses exclaimed, "I'm going! 03 Mr. Zhang Dongliang, you are here too!"

Zhang Dongliang smiled, "This place only needs you young people to come, and an old man like me can't come?"

The eldest sister next to him said, "Who is Zhang Dongliang?"

The man with golden glasses replied: "Zhang Dongliang! The vice president of the Calligraphy Association! You don't even know how famous he is!"

The eldest sister was stunned, such a big official came to such a small place?

Tang Guojian's expression changed immediately, and he was very flattering: "Mr. Zhang Dongliang, I was just dumb, I didn't know you were here too.

inside!"

Zhang Dongliang glanced at him, but nodded lightly, but did not speak.

After Zuo-Master was born, a large number of left-hand blowers appeared in China!

In their opinion, Master Zuo Yi's fart is fragrant. How could Master Zuo Yi make mistakes?

These people lack the spirit of questioning. He doesn't like it. Instead, he dares to question like Chen Yang, who has the spirit of questioning.

God's man, he is very important!

Zhang Dongliang smiled and said, "Young man, have you practiced calligraphy? I think you have a lot of research on calligraphy!

Chen Yang nodded, "It's okay."

Zhang Dongliang's attitude is much better than that of Tang Guojian, and Chen Yang is willing to talk to such a person.

"I remember that this themed restaurant seems to provide guests with the Four Treasures of Chinese and Ink, why don't you show it to us?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people next to him started booing!

"Yeah! Young man, show your hands and show this Tang Guojian!"

"That is, when will our little people not even be able to speak? Alas, if you say something is not well written, you have to apologize? It's too domineering.

Ah! You are sick!"

"It's annoying to look at! Come on, boy! Give him some color!

Chen Yang can't laugh or cry, go on your sister, what words should I write, I still can't eat this meal.

At this moment, Yang Mi also came up, poked Chen Yang's waist with her elbow, and whispered: "Can you do it?

you?"

She has practiced calligraphy since she was a child, and what she has practiced most is "Left One". This style is bold and messy, but there are rules to follow.

People who like to write this style have an eclectic and uninhibited spirit in their bones.

"you?"

Chen Yang laughed, it's not my buddy blowing it, let alone you, even if the dog crawling on the left side, buddies don't take it seriously!

Isn't it just writing? Come on!

Soon, the four treasures of the study were brought up, and more and more people in the restaurant came over!

Chinese people love to join in the fun.

There were also several foreigners standing in the crowd, poking their heads and looking at Ruo.

Tang Guojian snorted coldly, commenting on this kind of thing, people are born with it, even if they can't swim, they will say goodbye

What a few bad words!

He thinks that Chen Yang is probably such a person. He can speak and can't write. Even if he can, how good can calligraphy be at a young age?

However, when Chen Yang picked up the pen, the disdain on Tang Guojian's face completely solidified, replaced by shock and shock.

愕!

I saw that Chen Yang picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and scribbled at random on the rice paper.

Seemingly wild, in fact, every stroke and every painting falls in a perfect position.

Seeing how easy he is to write, everyone seems to have a sword in his left hand and wine in his right.