Entertainment: The opening and the official announcement of the national goddess

This poem should be dedicated to Xu Lan's husband, Yang Dingguo!

Sure enough, the writing is powerful enough, passionate enough, and it fits the Yang family.

===Chapter 84 Everything is under control

Look at this "Mulan Poetry" again.

The three of them were stunned for a moment, their big eyes looked at their small eyes, and there was a feeling that the books were only used up when they were used up.

They can understand what the whole poem is about, but if they are asked to explain how to understand the poem, they will not be able to tell.

If they were forced to describe it, they would probably only be able to use: 'Fuck, awesome! 'To describe.

Xu Lan on the side didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end, but secretly observed the changes in the expressions of the three old sisters.

really···

From the surprise, surprise, and shock when I first got the copybook, to the shame on my face.

All of this is within my grasp!

Seeing that the three of them had finished reading two copybooks, Xu Lan said slowly, "Hey, we don't understand the value of this calligraphy."

"Old Zhou, I heard that you followed your family a few days ago and visited a master calligrapher. Look at the character Zhang Xiao, can you compare with that master?"

When Xu Lan asked this question, she naturally overheard the conversation between Aunt Zhou and Aunt Zhang just now, so she did it on purpose.

"Uh···"

Aunt Zhou smiled awkwardly and said, "Hey, I don't know much about calligraphy either. It's what my husband wants. In my opinion, it's almost the same."

"Zhang Xiao was so young, I didn't expect to have such a high calligraphy attainment, it's really amazing."

In fact, at this moment, Aunt Zhou was thinking: "It's really strange. Before I saw Zhang Xiao's words, I thought the 100 million flowers were worth it. After seeing Zhang Xiao's words..."

'How do I feel... I lost my 100 million yuan? '

Being able to feel this way is of course because she feels that Zhang Xiao's calligraphy is much, much better than that so-called calligrapher.

Of course, their 100 million is not a loss.

Her husband is looking for a calligrapher who can write charm. The price of 100 million is strictly a friendship price. If it is brought to the auction, it can be doubled at will.

However, in today's world, everyone who can write charming calligraphy is imitating the ancients. Compared with Zhang Xiao's integrated and natural, self-contained charm, there is a big difference.

Just when the three of them didn't know what to say, the waiter brought tea.

"Come on, here comes the tea, let's put away the copybooks quickly, don't let such a good thing get dirty." Aunt Zhou reacted immediately and took this opportunity to change the subject.

The other two also echoed: "Yes, yes, put it away."

"Yes, Zhang Xiao's writing is just right, it would be a pity if it gets dirty."

Watching the performance of the three people who wanted to change the topic, Xu Lan smiled, seeing through but not puncturing, followed the three people's intentions, and put away the copybook.

Immediately, he picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Zhang Xiao, and said: "Zhang Xiao, you are not allowed to spoil Mimi like that in the future, you see you dote on her like a child who hasn't grown up."

Zhang Xiao smiled and nodded in cooperation: "Good auntie, I will remember."

After finishing speaking, she took a special look at Yang Mi, and found that she was really looking at her with gritted teeth, but at this time, in order to cooperate with her mother, she did not dare to refute.

That aggrieved look made Zhang Xiao feel a little funny.

At this time, Xu Lan turned to look at Yang Mi again, and said, "You too, don't just rely on Zhang Xiao to spoil you, just do something wrong, you have to learn from your mother and me, you can go to the hall and go to the kitchen, you know?"

"Oh!" Yang Mi grumbled angrily, and whispered in her mouth: "The food Zhang Xiao cooks is better than yours. Why should I learn to cook?"

Although Yang Mi's voice was very low, everyone present could faintly hear it. Xu Lan was overjoyed in her heart, but her face was filled with a look of resentment, and she taught, "He cooks delicious food, but it's delicious." , you can’t just let him cook alone.”

Yang Mi nodded in boredom, she couldn't break the stage at this time, but after returning, she must kiss Zhang Xiao well and vent her anger on him.

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at the same time.

Yang Dingguo on the other side was going out to buy shoes for Xu Lan, but suddenly received a call from Qin Qingfeng.

"Hello, Mr. Qin!" After answering the call, Yang Dingguo smiled slightly.

It's a big Chinese New Year, so Mr. Qin can make a call in person. Yang Dingguo doesn't need to think about it, it must be for calligraphy and painting.

really.

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Qin's excited voice came: "Brother Yang, what are you doing for the New Year's Eve?"

"Drinking tea at home." Yang Dingguo replied with a half-smile.

Qin Qingfeng continued: "That's just right. A few old friends from the local calligraphy circle came to my house today. Would you like to come and get together?"

Yang Dingguo thought about it, anyway, he was fine at home alone, so he agreed.

When he went to Mr. Qin's house, he found that not only local calligraphers from Yuzhou were in his house, but also calligraphers from nearby cities.

Only later did Mr. Qin explain that after seeing Zhang Xiao's two calligraphy and paintings yesterday afternoon, he took photos and sent them to many people.

Those present today are all calligraphy lovers from the local area and nearby cities.

Being able to go to other people's homes on the first day of the new year is not to pay New Year's greetings, but to appreciate two copybooks. One can imagine how much these people love calligraphy.

"Old Qin, I think people are almost here!"

Yang Dingguo looked at the people present. Apart from himself and Qin Qingfeng, there were seven or eight other people, and he said, "It is estimated that if those people come again, it will be tonight at the earliest, or tomorrow at the worst."

That's right, Yang Dingguo was very proud when he learned that Qin Qingfeng had sent his son-in-law's copybook to many calligraphers, so he cooperated with Qin Qingfeng very much.

"Hmm..." Qin Qingfeng nodded in agreement.

Then he said: "Everyone came here today, no doubt, it's all because of the photo I sent you yesterday!"

"That's a must, otherwise, if it's a New Year's Eve, you wouldn't be in such a hurry even if you want to pay a New Year's call!"

"That's right, Lao Qin, I came here overnight just to take a look at those two copybooks you mentioned!"

"Old Qin, Lao Yang, you two can be sure that the copybook written by that person is not copying the copybook of the ancients?"

"···"

Facing everyone's questions, Qin Qingfeng raised his hand and pressed down, motioning for everyone to be quiet.