Giving a birthday gift, he inadvertently went out of the limelight, Tang Haoran was about to leave quietly, but was left "strong" by An Yuxuan.

"Thank you for giving me such a precious birthday present, and I'll give it to you in a moment. ”

An Yuxuan's small tone was pleading, and now, she was full of strong curiosity about the young man in front of her, or the young man had an invisible magic for her, which made her want to know more deeply.

"Sister Yuxuan can also draw, okay, as long as you draw it, I like it. Tang Haoran said politely.

Soon, a large mahogany table was set up on the spot, on which pens, ink, and paper were placed, and a servant exhibited the paper and polished the ink.

At this time, a group of officialdom bigwigs also came forward.

Many of them are passionate about and proficient in calligraphy and painting, and they are in high spirits.

"Yes, Yuxuan's calligraphy and painting tea party is very meaningful, you young generation should be more influenced by Chinese culture. ”

One of the high-ranking officials did not hesitate to praise him, and the others nodded their heads in praise.

"That's right, people like Yuxuan who are so young and have such high attainments in calligraphy and painting are rare in the younger generation. ”

Ma Guangming glanced at An Yuxuan meaningfully, his eyes seemed to be looking at his granddaughter and daughter-in-law, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

"First of all, please ask Mr. An, a calligrapher, to splash ink on us. ”

It was proposed.

Everyone at the scene, An Dingmin is the head of the family, and as the host, the first writing naturally fell on his head.

"It's ugly!"

An Dingmin smiled faintly, walked to the table, picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, thought about it for a while, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and soon, a pair of words appeared in front of everyone.

"If you don't climb the mountains, you don't know the height of the sky, and if you don't come to the deep streams, you don't know the thickness of the earth. ”

I saw that the pen and ink were horizontal, the font was upright, and there was a faint vigorous momentum.

"Wonderful!"

The crowd cheered in unison.

It's not a fart, it's really well written.

Next, everyone unanimously recommended Ma Guangming to write, and he didn't refuse, he walked straight to the table, dipped his pen in ink, and wrote a word in one go.

"It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance"

This handwriting is exquisite, the handwriting is like a dragon and a cloud, and there is a faint domineering atmosphere.

Recently, the momentum of the Ma family's rise is very strong, and these ten words are enough to show the ambition of the Ma family.

"Good!

Everyone applauded again, but everyone had different thoughts.

"Will you be the top of the Ling, the Ma family is really crazy enough", Tang Haoran sat in the corner eating fruit, and was also infected by Ma Guangming's domineering.

Immediately afterwards, several more masters with profound knowledge in calligraphy and painting came forward to show, but compared with the previous two, the level was obviously worse.

"Okay, let's stop boasting about ourselves old guys, their young people are the masters today, give them the stage. ”

An Dingmin smiled faintly.

"Then let's show it to today's little birthday star Yu Xuan first. ”

"Okay, Miss Yuxuan is a poet and a painter, and now she has a blessing for her eyes. ”

Many people followed suit.

"Yu Xuan's "Poppy Beauty" has been painted, just the title, which of you has the best handwriting, who will write the title?"

Without waiting for An Yuxuan to speak, her best friend Ling Weiwei said quickly.

"Needless to say, of course it's Wang Dongming's best handwriting......"

Someone took the conversation and hurriedly stopped talking.

The whole scene fell silent.

Indeed, among the young ladies on the scene, if you talk about talent, no one can compare with Wang Dongming, then again, the current Wang family is not what it used to be.

So much so that Wang Dongming was selectively forgotten.

And now suddenly someone shouted, it's really embarrassing.

"Hehe, then it's better to be respectful than to obey your fate and sacrifice ugliness. ”

What made everyone even more speechless was that Wang Dongming stood up with full grace, walked to the mahogany table, lifted his hands in a dashing manner, and put on a posture to carry the pen.

I saw him take two deep breaths, eliminate distracting thoughts and calm his mind, and then splash ink, a word in one go.

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman. ”

The meaning is very explicit, the beauty in front of him, Lao Tzu has chased.

But I have to say that this pair of words is really well written.

Even some bigwigs who are proficient in calligraphy and painting can't help but nod secretly.

"It's rare, so young, the words you write faintly have everyone's demeanor, and the future is terrifying. ”

One of the bigwigs blurted out praise.

"Uncle Zhang praised it falsely, my words are far worse than your age. ”

Wang Dongming said modestly, then looked at An Yuxuan, and asked softly, "Yuxuan, can I draw an inscription on you?"

His expression was confident and calm.

He firmly believes that even if his Wang family declines, he can use his outstanding talent to conquer the little goddess in front of him.

"Grass, don't you just know how to write a few words, and put mud on the wall. ”

Ma Jun's face was dark, as if he had swallowed a fly in his heart, there was no way, his words were crooked, and he couldn't get into the hall of elegance at all, so he could only watch his rival pretend to be compared.

"No, I can't. ”

Then, to everyone's surprise, An Yuxuan shook her head directly and said, "I have already given this painting to Tang Haoran." ”

As soon as she spoke, she realized that it was too direct, and quickly explained: "I can draw another one for you to inscribe." ”

And Wang Dongming's mouth opened slightly, as if he had been struck by lightning.

At this moment, his brain was booming.

He could ignore everyone's criticism, but he was defeated by the little beauty's fluttering two words "no".

Actually, An Yuxuan didn't mean anything else at all, just because she had already given this painting to Tang Haoran, to tell the truth.

"Good!"

Ma Jun, who was so depressed, roared excitedly, his rival in front of him was deflated, how could he not be excited, and then shouted at Tang Haoran:

"Yuxuan gave you the painting, why don't you go to the inscription soon. ”

This kid is not stupid, he thinks that while letting Tang Haoran go up and make this product ugly, he also slapped Wang Dongming in the face by the way.

Yes, how can there be so many people who can write well, and there are already two demons on the scene, An Yuxuan and Wang Dongming, so in his subconscious, he thinks that Tang Haoran, like them, will never be able to write words.

"Alas, is this forcing the master to pretend?"

Tang Haoran raised his head forty-five degrees, quite helpless.

Coincidentally, the old medicine farmer who picked him up had no other hobbies, so he loved to write calligraphy, Tang Haoran never walked and followed the writing, until the old medicine farmer entered the mountain for the last time, he never touched the brush again.

The past is vivid, all the figures of the old medicine farmer, Tang Haoran's eyes were a little moist, and he couldn't help it, he walked to the mahogany table, and held the vermilion brush with a slightly trembling hand.

"Wouldn't it, this kid would dare to come out and make a fool of himself?"

"Comparing words with Wang Dongming, isn't it looking for abuse?"

"Look, that hand is shaking, I'm afraid he hasn't touched the brush. ”

A group of sons and brothers led by Ma Jun made mockery one after another.

(End of chapter)