Chen Yu stared at Qin Jiu in front of him, his mouth open enough to swallow a fist.

She?

Can you write calligraphy?

"This classmate." Chairman Li smiled gently, "Have you been to Wenbaozhai these days?" ”

"I've been." Qin Jiu responded lightly, "What's wrong?" ”

"Who drew that lotus flower you framed?"

"I drew it."

"Great, I've found you......"

"Chairman Lee!" Chen Yu came back to his senses and reached out to hold Chairman Lee's arm, "Don't get excited, she may be lying!" ”

Last time, he was almost killed by Ye Nanxing, and Chen Yu was also bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the well rope, where do you believe that this Qin Jiu, who can't hold a pen, can draw a lotus picture?

Qin Jiu: "I'm not lying. ”

"Not lying?" Chen Yu pointed sideways to Grandpa Yang, "You wrote the words of the Yang family's wonton shop?" ”

Qin Jiu looked at Grandpa Yang: "I wrote it." ”

"Good!" Chen Yu smiled coldly, "Then you can write it again for me." ”

Qin Jiu was unmoved: "Why should I write it again?" ”

She writes and draws according to her mood, but she is not just asked by others to write.

When Chen Yu heard this, he became more and more convinced that she was lying: "Listen, everyone, if it was really written by her, why didn't she dare to write it?" ”

"Teacher Chen!" Grandpa Yang stepped forward, "It's really her, I'm not mistaken, the little girl is a good person, she didn't lie." ”

"Uncle!" Chen Yu pointed at Qin Jiu's face mockingly, "I don't know what she looks like?" I don't even know how to write a brush, but I can also write calligraphy and paint Chinese paintings, isn't this a joke? ”

Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows: "What if I wrote it?" ”

"If you wrote it, you worship you as a master."

"When I am an apprentice?" Qin Jiu's tone was disdainful, "You are not old enough. ”

In front of her, he can only be grandchildren's.

"You!" Chen Yu's old face turned red, and he pointed at Qin Jiu's nose to scold, "You dead girl......"

"Teacher Chen!" Song Qi reminded in a low voice.

As a teacher, how can you speak openly?

Chen Yu realized that he was out of shape and forcibly suppressed his anger: "Okay, you write, as long as you write it, I will call you Master Zu!" ”

Qin Jiu raised his chin: "Pen, ink, paper, inkstone." ”

"Don't think I don't!" Chen Yu carried his bag, took out the brush and ink he brought from it, and placed it on the coffee table, "Write!" ”

Walking forward, Qin Jiu took the pen and dipped it in ink.

"President Lee, look at it!" Chen Yu pouted and pointed to her hand, "How can anyone hold a pen like this?" ”

President Li's gaze fell on Qin Jiu's fingers, and he was startled: "Two-finger hook strokes? Little girl, who did you learn your words from? ”

"My mom."

If it was before, Qin Jiu himself was not sure.

After seeing the inscription of Danqinglou and her mother, it was not difficult for her to guess that her calligraphy and Chinese painting should have been inherited from her mother.

Chen Yu burst out laughing, "So, your mother must also be a master of calligraphy?" ”

Hearing the other party's ridicule and disdain, Song Qi sank his face: "Teacher Chen is right, Qin Jiu's mother is the donor of the school's Danqing Building-Ye Danqing!" ”

When I heard this name, don't say that it was Chen Yu, even Chairman Li was moved.

Not only in Jiangcheng, even if you look at the entire calligraphy and painting world, when it comes to the three words Ye Danqing, everyone knows it.

Ye Danqing, a talented woman who became famous when she was young, is a legend in Jiangcheng.

Even this President Li had to be honored as Teacher Ye back then.