Fan Baolu actually wrote these four words:

The king of mahjong!

Can you be a little funnier?

But the laughter soon faded away.

Everyone's focus is not in the sense of these four words.

Instead, they began to take these four words seriously.

The king of mahjong!

Iron painting silver hook, majestic, hidden head and tail, force in the word!

This- this is simply the perfect piece of clothing!

No one thought that this sloppy and lazy person would be able to write such a calligraphy work!

And look at Xia Muxuan's again.

When compared with a few words of Fan Baolu, even if no one comments, a conclusion can be drawn:

It's the same as Chen Feng's seal carving work just now, it's so beautiful!

Whether it is for calligraphy or seal carving, this is the most taboo.

"Baolu is my son, so I can't comment on it. Fan Yifeng smiled faintly, but his eyebrows were full of pride in this son.

"Your Fan family is very hidden. Qiao Yuanfan sighed: "Anyway, I didn't expect that the word Baolu has reached such a realm, I don't think even you can compare to him, right?"

This was originally a compliment, but Fan Yifeng nodded very seriously:

"If you talk about painting, he's not as good as me. But if I have words, I'm not as good as him. Old Joe, I don't mean to say nice things about my own son, but at a very young age, he has already revealed a talent for this area. I asked him to practice calligraphy, he was lazy, I was angry, he picked up the pen and wrote. The words that are written, hehe, will not be told to you. I was really stunned. He has a genius for this, and what flows in his body is not blood, but pen and ink!"

Fan Yifeng gave the words of praise to his son without hesitation.

Not even the slightest humility is gone.

But Qiao Yuanfan knows that no matter what kind of praise, Fan Baolu can take it, although the meaning of the words "King of Mahjong" is funny, but every word of these four words is so shocking.

Whose words are better?

In fact, there is no need for Fan Yifeng to evaluate, and there is no need for Qiao Yuanfan to evaluate. There is no need to judge anyone from the organizing committee to evaluate it.

Everyone already has the answer in their hearts:

Xia Muxuan and Fan Baolu are not on the same level at all!

How can a small grass compare to a towering tree?

Xia Muxuan's face at that moment was pale, he had never suffered such a big blow since he was a child.

From childhood to adulthood, he was known as a genius.

But only now did he know what a true genius was!

Fan Baolu didn't even bother to look at Xia Muxuan, and walked straight back to Brother Huanxi's side.

"There's no need to judge this time, right?" Director Guo finally came back to his senses.

Yes, no more judgment.

Everyone knows what the ultimate win or loss is.

There were two competitions in a row, which opened everyone's eyes.

Taking this opportunity, Director Guo announced that he would take a half-hour break before proceeding to the next improvisation.

"Old Fan, it's amazing. Brother Huanxi hooked Fan Baolu's shoulder: "You are really hidden." ”

Fan Baolu scratched his head: "The writing is average, and I am the best in the world when I play mahjong...... Two. ”

This guy still can't forget mahjong!

Brother Huanxi smiled evilly and said, "Old Fan, but I see that you seem to have a big opinion on that Xia Muxuan?"

It's not just Brother Huanxi. Everyone else saw it.

The smile disappeared from Fan Baolu's face.

"I'll tell you my own story, I'm idle right now, anyway. ”

Fan Baolu was silent for a while and then said: "I am forty-four years old this year, twenty years ago, well, I am very sure that twenty years ago, I fell in love with a woman, her name is Pan Aiqin, a very earthy name, right? He was five years older than me and was divorced. Also with an eight-year-old child. ”

There is no reason to say, Fan Baolu is in love with Pan Aiqin.

One is the son of a famous master of painting and calligraphy, and the other is an ordinary woman. One was a young man of twenty-four, and the other was a woman of almost thirty. One is a young man with strong blood, and the other is a divorced mother with an eight-year-old child.

No matter which aspect you look at, two people are not suitable, but what is the truth about love?

Pan Aiqin accepted him. The two quickly fell in love.

But no one could have imagined that the resistance would come from an eight-year-old child, Pan Aiqin's son!

Her son was even forced to die, and in the end, Pan Aiqin, who loved her son, was finally forced to give up this relationship, and told Fan Baolu that if he came to his home again, he would pursue himself again. I will leave the city with my children.

Brother Huanxi had already guessed when he heard this: "That kid is Xia Muxuan, right?"

"Yes, he is Xia Muxuan. Fan Baolu nodded: "You must think that I am small-minded, because he does not agree with me to be with his mother and take revenge on him? No, you are wrong." ”

For so many years, Fan Baolu has been silently observing Pan Aiqin and her children.

Xia Muxuan has been very talented since he was a child, Pan Aiqin is frugal and frugal, he is reluctant to eat and wear, but he must let his children accept the teachings of famous teachers.

Gradually, Xia Muxuan began to become famous.

Pan Aiqin thought that her hard days were over, but she didn't expect that Xia Muxuan at this time began to dislike her mother, who didn't have much culture.

He was even ashamed to mention his mother on any occasion.

Later, he met the daughter of a wealthy family, and the other party was willing to accept him, and specially hired a company to carry out a series of packaging for Xia Muxuan.

In the introduction, Xia Muxuan's father died very early, and his mother was a Chinese-American and a celebrity.

Xia Muxuan was born noble since he was a child.

In order to ensure that the secret was not leaked, Xia Muxuan actually drove his mother Pan Aiqin back to his hometown in the countryside, and drank that she would never be allowed to return.

Speaking of this, Fan Baolu's eyes flashed with sadness and anger: "I have been to see Pan Aiqin, her body has long collapsed, she lives alone in her hometown, and she misses her son every day, but she can't see it at all." I wanted to talk to Xia Muxuan several times, but he always avoided him, can you understand the feelings of a mother who misses her son?"

"Xia Muxuan, this bastard!" Anne was the first to scold: "Old Fan, why don't you expose his hypocrite?"

"Because I promised Pan Aiqin, I will never debunk it. Fan Baolu smiled bitterly: "No matter how the son treats his mother, no matter how the son hurts his mother's heart, but the mother is the mother." Pan Aiqin begged me bitterly not to tell the truth for the sake of his son's future. ”

All who heard the story fell silent.

But our brother Huanxi suddenly laughed:

"The question is, I never said yes!" (To be continued.) )