"Grandpa, Chu Feng just said that he is good at appreciating, but he is not good at reciting poetry, which is not in line with his major!" Hong Yiyao said helplessly.

She naturally saw that her grandfather intended to make things difficult for Chu Feng, and she felt that her grandfather was a little weird, so she couldn't help but remind Hong Shan not to go too far.

After all, improvising poems is such a thing that tests professionalism, it is best not to let Chu Feng do it, Hong Yiyao subconsciously felt that Chu Feng should not be able to do it.

"Chu Feng himself said it, what are you still doing twisting and twisting, be careful to destroy his poetry Yaxing, then there will be one less masterpiece in the literary world." Hong Shan's tone was strange, as if he was mocking Chu Feng, or with a hint of anticipation.

All in all, Hongshan at this time was in a very strange feeling, not only looking down on Chu Feng, but also having a taste of expectation, as if his daughter was about to be arched by a pig, so he showed a sense of gain and loss.

"Grandpa, Chu Feng, don't mind, my grandfather is nervous again, if you don't want to do it, then forget it!" Hong Yiyao persuaded Chu Feng like this.

"Haha, a man can't say no, you just go get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone!" Chu Feng smiled lightly and spoke.

Chu Feng made a joke casually, but it made Hong Shan's brows furrow, such vulgar language was simply an insult to his ears.

"Hey, forget it, handsome is indeed handsome enough, but to say that he is brilliant, I don't think Chu Feng is not, this guy is definitely not my grandson-in-law!" Grandpa Hongshan thought so

Unconsciously, he looked at Chu Feng with a hint of disdain, and he couldn't tell what his thoughts were.

is a little disappointed, but also a little lucky, he only hopes that Hong Yiyao can recognize the reality and stay away from Chu Feng, an untalented man.

Hong Yiyao saw Chu Feng telling him like this, and suddenly there was a trace of helplessness in his eyes, and then he found the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that his grandfather usually used for writing, spread it out on the table, and gently grind the ink on the side.

When Hong Yiyao was young, Hong Shan often wrote calligraphy, so she was also good at studying ink, so she was no stranger to this, and soon made all the preparations needed for writing.

"Mr. Chu Feng, you can start your own performance!" Hong Shan smiled lightly and spoke, but in his heart he was thinking about waiting for Chu Feng to make a fool of himself.

His eyes also looked at his granddaughter Hong Yiyao from time to time, thinking of his granddaughter's disappointed eyes, and suddenly couldn't help grinning.

"Hmph, I want to see what kind of skills you have, if you just have a good mouth, I'm afraid it's not so simple to soak my granddaughter!" Hong Shan thought so.

Hong Yiyao also looked at Chu Feng, not noticing her grandfather's abnormal behavior, she was now a little curious about what kind of poem Chu Feng could write.

Chu Feng picked up the brush and glanced at the painting hanging on the wall, but he didn't say a word for a long time, as if he was savoring the artistic conception in the painting.

Gradually, his whole person seemed to fall into a strange artistic conception, and the person in the painting seemed to have become Jiang Qingwu, and he couldn't help but think of his stupid three years, how much pain Jiang Qingwu had endured, and he could only sigh for a long time.

"I'll go, how can Chu Feng sigh with emotion, if you can't write it, my grandfather will despise you to death!" Hong Yiyao thought helplessly.

She knows her grandfather's temper, if she is a literary person, she will definitely be treated as a guest, but if she is a person who has no ability, she will definitely be ridiculed.

"Chu Feng, you have to be a little stronger!" Hong Yiyao prayed.

But the layman looked at the excitement, and the insider looked at the doorway, Hong Shan saw Chu Feng's posture, and sighed softly, and immediately knew that this guy was a master.

For a while, he was also a little strange in his heart, Chu Feng's action, he could see that it must have been motivated by feelings, but how could a young man have so many emotions.

"I hope you can give me a sense of lightness!" Hong Shan thought so.

Chu Feng seemed to be brewing his emotions, and gradually there was a hint of expectation in his eyes, and the feelings in his heart continued to emerge, and he picked up the pen and began to write on the paper.

"Ten miles of Pinghu are full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sorrowful."

Seeing Chu Feng start to write, Hong Yiyao and Hong Shan both looked at Chu Feng's handwriting intently, and gradually showed a hint of surprise.

"This seems to be a thin gold body, I didn't expect Chu Feng to actually write a good hand, it's really good!" Hong Yiyao thought so.

Hong Yiyao's appreciation of poetry is limited, so she can only see that this is a thin gold body, and as for the others, she can't see much dry goods.

But Hong Shan was different, after he saw these two poems, his eyes quickly showed a hint of surprise, and he seemed to be shocked by these two poems.

These two sentences are writing scenes, but they are very in line with the artistic conception in the painting, even if Hong Shan is picky, and wants to pick a bone in the egg, he can't find any flaws.

These first two lines of the poem perfectly describe the artistic conception in the painting, and there is a faint feeling that the blue is better than the blue, and Hong Shan can only be convinced.

"How will he write the next two sentences, borrowing the scenery to lyrical, borrowing the scenery to lyrical, the scenery is there, the next step should be to express his feelings, and I don't know if this kid's feelings are reasonable!" Hong Shan had some small expectations in his heart.

Unconsciously, he didn't realize that his attitude towards Chu Feng had changed from ridicule to expectation, although it seemed a bit of a philistine, but it was also very in line with the old man's attitude of picking his grandson-in-law.

Chu Feng showed a trace of emotion in his eyes at this time, and after bowing his head and muttering, he began to write again, and he wrote the second half of the paragraph.

"Looking at the moon-shaped single protection, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal."

After Chu Feng finished writing, he was still staring at the handwriting on the calligraphy, as if he was reminiscing about his true feelings, and he couldn't get out of the artistic conception for a long time.

"Ah, what a poem, it's really a poem for teenagers!" Hong Shan couldn't help but sigh.

Although this poem has some flaws, in Hong Shan's opinion, this is Chu Feng confessing to his granddaughter, and for a while, with his critical eye, he also felt that Chu Feng really deserved to be a young man, with a peach face, handsome.

As soon as Hong Shan came in, he heard the clerk talking about the relationship between Hong Yiyao and Chu Feng, and subconsciously thought that his granddaughter was with him, so there was a difficult scene.

took advantage of Chu Feng's casual emotion, wanting to make Chu Feng retreat in the face of difficulties, and humiliate him by the way, but now after seeing this poem, Hong Shan's psychological defense line completely collapsed.