Who is it!

Who is so outspoken!

Almost instantly, everyone's eyes converged on a young man in the corner of the banquet, who was so outspoken.

Before they could scold, Mu He said: "It's not good for young people to have low eyes, don't always think about becoming famous overnight." ”

Overnight success?

Everyone instantly understood the meaning of Mu He's words.

He was satirizing He Junxuan, in a vain attempt to gain the attention of the audience by belittling his calligraphy and paintings, so as to win everyone's attention.

Everyone present is undoubtedly a business tycoon, and the person in front of him may want to make them remember him in this way, but unfortunately, his smug calculation is wrong.

They made an impression on him, but unfortunately a bad one.

"I seem to have seen him somewhere, oh, I remember, he is the waste son-in-law of the Shen family, and the king of soft rice is him!"

"When you mentioned this, I also remembered, how did he get in?"

"How else can you get in, it's not your own wife."

"Actually speaking wild words here, I think he is really tired of being crooked!"

All the ridicule came like a tide at once, and everyone's faces were full of mockery and disdain, as if they were looking at a clown who jumped off the beam.

"Mengyue, you see, why don't you let him wait outside first." Wang Haichao said euphemistically.

Shen Mengyue sighed slightly, pinched the soft flesh on He Junxuan's waist, and was a little helpless: "Forget it, Uncle Wang, I have something to do today, so let's go first." ”

After speaking, she glared at He Junxuan fiercely, in her eyes, He Junxuan was a habitual offender.

Seeing Shen Mengyue's unhappy appearance, He Junxuan didn't say anything more, and was about to go out after following Shen Mengyue's steps.

"Slow, young man, you just said that my calligraphy lacks some charm, it seems that you are more powerful than me, a calligraphy master, or else, I just want to mention words on the spot, why don't you also show your calligraphy attainments." Mu He stopped him.

He Junxuan glanced at Shen Mengyue, she glared and signaled herself not to make trouble.

But obviously, this time it was not he who wanted to make trouble, but Mu He deliberately looked for trouble.

"Brother He, don't live up to my uncle's kind invitation." Mu Feng stopped in front of him, looking smiling, but in fact, there was a deep disdain in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, please let me, we really have something." Shen Mengyue was still excusing He Junxuan, saving him from losing face at that time.

"That's it, well, I thought I could see Brother He's calligraphy, it's a pity, it looks like I can only wait for next time." Mu Feng said.

Mu Feng said this somewhat yin and yang.

Shen Mengyue was slightly stunned, and didn't say much, after all, more things are better than less, and it is indeed He Junxuan who is too hasty in this matter.

Originally, this matter was not about He Junxuan's business, but He Junxuan recalled that day Wang Xiaoxue, the girl, spoke for herself at the risk of offending He Junyu, and he suddenly had the idea of helping Shen Mengyue.

Although Mu Feng seems to be honest and responsible, he has a bad stomach, Wang Xiaoxue is naturally reluctant to marry him, but with Mu He's relationship, coupled with Wang Haichao's best matchmaking, the probability of this matter is still very high.

"This time it's as if I'm returning your favor!" He Junxuan said secretly.

He suddenly turned around and said with a smile: "Since Master Mu, I will not shirk again, and today I will see your calligraphy." ”

This kid really dared to agree.

That was Mu He's first thought, but it was the best thing for him.

It is said that there is no harm if there is no comparison, if he can step on this young man who does not know the height of the sky, maybe Wang Xiaoxue will see Mu Feng's goodness.

"Since this is the case, then the pen, ink, paper and inkstone will be served!" Mu He said lightly, quite graceful.

And Shen Mengyue glared at He Junxuan fiercely, as if to say, if you don't listen to me, you have to be in the limelight, see how you end!

Soon after, a writing desk was brought up, on which were two sheets of rice paper spread, and a pen, ink, paper and inkstone were prepared on one side.

Mu He took the lead and said with a smile: "Everyone, I will ask you to be the referee for us and judge our quality later." ”

This sentence is actually a polite remark, and in everyone's hearts, it is actually very clear which is stronger and which is weaker, and He Junxuan, a waste son-in-law, cannot be compared with Master Mu at all.

It is no exaggeration to say that none of the people present are optimistic about He Junxuan.

Mu He lifted the brush in his hand, and instantly the spirit of the whole person was condensed on this rice paper, and his temperament improved more than a little bit.

Slowly put down the pen, the brush swayed on the rice paper, the stroke is soft and natural, the pen is strong and powerful, just by looking at his pen, He Junxuan knows that this old boy has real kung fu.

This kind of calligraphy would never have been possible without ten years of penance.

Soon, a calligraphy has been written, everyone onlookers, all amazing, he wrote the "Lanting Collection Preface", perhaps for the younger generations to challenge the anger, he this time more attentive, vaguely calligraphy has improved.

This one is better written than the one given to Wang Haichao!

"Master, can you sell this letter to me?"

"I'm willing to ask for words at a high price!"

Everyone eagerly wanted to get the copybook, which was written on the spot, and the value may be much higher than the one given to Wang Haichao.

"There's no hurry." Mu He smiled indifferently, as if he was used to their pursuit, he turned his head to He Junxuan and smiled: "Young man, it's your turn!" ”

This sticker is a super-level performance, he thinks he is already at his peak, and the young man in front of him may not even know what calligraphy is, and his cognition is likely to stay in writing.

"In that case, then I'll be ugly!"

He Junxuan walked to the front of writing, looked calm and relaxed, picked up the pen, and then began to write.

Everyone froze slightly, and came forward to take a closer look, they were all thinking in their hearts, should this kid really know calligraphy, and he didn't look like he was pretending.

At this moment, He Junxuan is holding a brush and scribbling horizontally and vertically on the rice paper, which looks chaotic, but each stroke has a special rhythm.

"This is what you call calligraphy?"

"If it's just random scribbles, then we'll do too."

"The kid suggests that you go back to elementary school to learn how to write, I'm worried that you can't even write Chinese characters!"

"How can we believe such a fool, believe that he can write calligraphy, it is better to believe that a sow will go up a tree!"

"Hahaha."

The crowd burst into laughter and disdain.

Wang Haichao's face was full of embarrassment, after all, He Junxuan was brought by his daughter, and his face was not glorious about this matter.

"Xue'er, next time such a person will be brought home less, and it will be a joke." Wang Haichao snorted coldly.

"You don't care about my business!" Wang Xiaoxue is still sullen about this blind date.

"Uncle Wang, Mengyue is Xue'er's best friend, it's none of their business, don't blame Xue'er." Mu Feng interceded for Wang Xiaoxue.

The implication of his words was that He Junxuan was the responsibility of one person, and it had nothing to do with them.

"Hmph, what a good person to pretend!" Wang Xiaoxue scolded secretly.

This person is simply a male version of green tea, pretending to be harmless to humans and animals in front of people, but in fact, there are endless conspiracies and tricks behind his back, and He Junxuan will be like this, he is harmed.

But Wang Haichao seemed to like him very much, and said with a smile: "Xiaofeng is still sensible, Xue'er, you should learn more from him." ”

Mu Feng smiled and said, "Uncle Liao praised." ”

"Look, he's changed the sheet of paper and is ready to write it again."

"Hahaha, does he still think that one time is not unlucky enough, and he wants to be unlucky again?"

"I'm looking forward to what kind of weird things he'll draw this time!"

For He Junxuan's actions, everyone was very disdainful, thinking that he didn't know calligraphy at all, and he couldn't even write, otherwise why would he scribble?

No matter how you say it, even if you write a few words, it's not so outrageous!

"Now that you've warmed up, it's time to show off your real skills!" He Junxuan muttered to himself.

He was just warming up just now, and the three years in prison made him forget a lot, and he had to re-experience a lot of things.

However, he has an excellent foundation and will soon be familiar again.

At this moment, his unparalleled focus, combined with his handsome and unparalleled appearance, has the demeanor of a master, and when he puts down the pen, the confident light in his eyes flashes!