The meal was fragrant and hot, Tang Haoran and led the beauties out of the room, Wang Zhongtian was waiting respectfully in the corridor, and hurriedly greeted Tang Haoran and them out of the store, until the people were gone, he walked back to the store, and immediately convened all the employees to hold an emergency meeting, that is, Tang Haoran will come in the future, and they will all be served as ancestors.

"In front of it is a folk street, so lively. ”

A beautiful woman offered to check it out.

Tang Haoran doesn't care, there are so many beauties around him, and it is pleasing to the eye.

The folk street retains a large number of ancient buildings, which seems to have a sense of historical vicissitudes and cultural heritage.

The quaint streets are bustling with people, some writing couplets, some cutting paper, some juggling, and some shouting and selling traditional snacks......

A handsome guy walks with more than 20 beautiful women, and becomes the focus of attention like a star wherever he goes.

Tang Haoran turned a blind eye to the strange gaze and immersed himself in the flowers.

It's not to take pictures of this girl, or to take a photo with that beauty, and then to buy gadgets and snacks for the beauties.

Tang Haoran took the opportunity to eat a group of beauties tofu, the beauties are so enthusiastic, the opportunity is so rare, I am sorry for myself if I don't take advantage of it.

"My teacher!"

An Yuxuan was eating a string of rock sugar gourds, her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, she walked quickly to a calligraphy and painting table, and said respectfully to an old man with a white beard:

"Teacher Hua, you are also here. ”

In front of an ancient building with a plaque of "Reading Wei Caotang", there are more than a dozen long tables and chairs side by side, and there are seven or eight old people, all of whom are famous calligraphers and painters, who are writing New Year couplets with bold ink.

All of their works were given to the citizens without charging a penny.

Obviously, they are doing this to promote traditional Chinese culture.

Therefore, there is a long queue in front of each stall.

Who doesn't want free things, besides, these are the works of famous calligraphers and painters, how much is worth a little money, even if they don't sell for money, go home and hang them on the wall, they also seem tasteful.

On the side of the street, there are also four or five tables with the Four Treasures of the Study, which are specially prepared for calligraphy lovers. Many people also stepped forward to try their skills.

"Yuxuan, you came to Jiangdong to play, come on, teacher, my hands are sore all morning when I write, you can help write a few pairs." ”

The elder known as Teacher Hua saw the proud disciple coming and hurriedly beckoned.

Mr. Hua's name is Hua Qianfan, a famous calligrapher and painter in China, and also the most well-known calligrapher and painter in Haicheng in China.

In front of his booth, the queue was also the longest, because Hua Qianfan's calligraphy and painting were top-notch compared with other calligraphers and painters present in terms of attainment and market value.

The citizens in line heard that Hua Qianfan wanted a little girl to write for them, and they were immediately unhappy.

"Hua Lao, we are all lining up for your name, if you let a little girl write it, we might as well not want to. ”

"That's it, such a young girl, what good words can she write. ”

"Yes, yes, if you are tired, Hua Lao, just rest for a while, we are not in a hurry, we are willing to wait. ”

The crowd was gossiping, and they didn't let Xia Mo'er write.

Hua Qianfan was very self-contained, not impatient or impatient, and said with a smile: "Don't look at her young, she is not only the most talented student I have ever taught, but also, even if you look at the entire Huaxia Kingdom, her calligraphy and painting attainments and extraordinary understanding are the top existence among the younger generation." Her paintings have the most potential for appreciation, and it may not be long before her worth more than mine. ”

"Since it was recommended by Hua Lao, it must be almost the same. Beauty, bring me a couplet, I got married on the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, please give me a couplet!"

A young man with glasses, with a polite appearance, took the lead in cheering.

Xia Mo'er nodded slightly, smoothed the paper with elegant movements, picked up a brush with her slender hand, dipped it in ink in the inkstone, and put it in the water on the side a little, and then waved her wrist in one go.

"Good, good!"

Everyone hasn't seen the words yet, just looking at the elegant writing posture of the beautiful woman, it is pleasing to the eye, and I can't help but shout.

The glasses man's eyes are not on the words at all, they are all on the beautiful woman.

"Alright. ”

It wasn't until Xia Mo'er put down the brush that the man with glasses came back to his senses and scratched his head, looking very embarrassed.

"Young man, don't stare at other beauties, show the words written by beauties. "Someone urged.

"Oh"

The man with glasses went to see the words that the ink had not dried, and he was shocked when he saw it, this word was so good-looking, and he showed it to everyone, which attracted a round of applause.

"The sun is beautiful and the courtyard is happy; ”

Tang Haoran also nodded and admired: "Yes, Sister Yuxuan's handwriting is smart, gorgeous and natural, and it has the style of everyone!"

"Thank you Brother Tang for your praise, your handwriting is really good. ”

An Yuxuan felt beautiful in her heart, and said embarrassedly on her small mouth, indeed, at her birthday party, she was shocked by the young man's amazing words.

"Yuxuan, is he your friend? He commented on your words very pertinently, and it seems that he knows how to write and paint. ”

Hua Qianfan couldn't help but ask when he heard what the young man said.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce you, Mr. Hua, his name is Tang Haoran, and his handwriting is much better than mine. ”

An Yuxuan hurriedly introduced Tang Haoran to the teacher.

Tang Haoran said modestly: "General." ”

"Well, our Chinese civilization is as bright as a galaxy, broad and profound, and now there is a lack of people to inherit it, you young people, you should know more about it, get in touch with it, and be influenced by traditional culture......

Hua Qianfan only thought that An Yuxuan was exaggerating, and now young people who can write calligraphy are more difficult to find than a three-legged toad, let alone write well, and An Yuxuan is the best calligrapher among the young people he knows, so he instinctively doesn't believe that any teenager can write even better?

"That's what Hua Lao said. ”

Tang Haoran nodded frequently, humble.

"You can also practice your hands. ”

Hua Qianfan pointed to a side dedicated to amateur lovers to write. Obviously, he doesn't think that Tang Haoran's level can reach the level of giving away.

"I'm not going to get an axe. ”

Tang Haoran waved his hand, he didn't want to be too high-profile.

At this moment, a group of people squeezed in, and there were actually five young people from Japan.

Five young people who looked like Japanese students watched for a while, and one of them, a tall, handsome-looking young man, walked straight to a desk.

The table was surrounded by a few middle school students, who said they were writing calligraphy rather than graffiti.

The words "Fu" and "Spring" are written one by one, and they are really not flattering.

"What kind of play is this, can it be called calligraphy? It really smears the faces of your ancestors. ”

A Japanese student couldn't help but laugh out loud.

(End of chapter)