"That's a lot of people!"

Walking inside, there are several long tables in the hall, on which are placed many brushes, papers, etc., obviously prepared for today's poetry meeting.

However, although there are many people, there are not many young people who are about the same age as Tang Jian and them, except for a group of uncles and aunts, there is only a group of children who join in the fun.

However, the atmosphere of this poetry meeting is enough, especially the strong smell of ink, when you first smell it, you will feel a little smelly and not good.

After smelling it for a while, you won't feel unpleasant, and after getting used to it, you will even feel refreshed when you smell it!

Liu Yuyan introduced: "Most of the people who participated in this poetry meeting knew calligraphy, or liked calligraphy, poetry and painting. ”

"To put it simply, the people who participate in the poetry meeting are intellectuals with ink in their stomachs, right?"

There is really nothing wrong with Tang Jian's answer, because those who come to participate in this kind of poetry meeting, even if there is no ink in their stomachs, they will be filled with ink.

"Yo, isn't this the star daughter of the old Liu family?"

Someone in front of him recognized Liu Yuyan again, and then said in a somewhat ridiculous tone, after all, only Lao Liu's daughter is a singer star among the children of their generation, so it is inevitable that they will receive attention, and even ridicule and irony, after all, for them, stars are a vulgar profession, which is the opposite compared to their elegance.

It is precisely because of this that Lao Liu has been sulking for so many years because his daughter has been a singer and star.

"Hey, isn't this the old king next door? Oh, I'm sorry, I think I recognized the wrong person! ”

Tang Jian could hear the irony in the old man's words, thinking about the old man's sullen happiness about his daughter after becoming a star singer, he knew that in the eyes of these guys, star singers were three vulgar professions, just like geisha in ancient times.

Rage +100......

The old man's face in front of him changed significantly, but anyone who has been on the Internet and kept pace with the times knows that the word "Lao Wang next door" has an ironic meaning.

Dad Liu walked over, also with a hint of sarcasm, and asked, "Lao Wang, didn't your anchor son come with you?" ”

Tang Jian almost fainted to death, this guy is really surnamed Wang!

This sentence next door Lao Wang simply lit up......

But listening to the tone, I feel that this old king and the old man don't seem to be very harmonious!

A celebrity daughter, an anchor's son, this tone feels like they are all sarcastic about each other, and I don't know if these two people have had any contradictions?

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Lao Wang's eyes, and then he said: "Of course I came, he will broadcast live today's poetry meeting to promote and promote these traditional cultures left by his ancestors to the outside world!" ”

"That's a good thing!"

Dad Liu said, and said: "I'm afraid that those vulgar brain-dead anchors will tarnish this traditional culture!" ”

Tang Jian looked at Liu Yuyan, why did these two people spark as soon as they met? I always feel like I have some deep hatred......

Lao Wang smiled: "Then don't worry!" My son is different from those vulgar anchors and singers, the purpose of his live broadcast is to promote calligraphy and promote these traditional cultures left by his ancestors. is not like those vulgar and vulgar anchors and singers, who are glamorous on the surface, but behind this, only they know how dirty they are! ”

As he spoke, the old man's gaze also glanced at Tang Jian and Liu Yuyan, intentionally or unintentionally.

This shot is also lying enough!

Tang Jian couldn't figure out what kind of hatred these two people had? Everyone is a civilized person, and as a result, the fuse was lit as soon as they met!

Mother Liu suddenly waved her hand, then pulled Dad Liu away, and said, "Lao You shouted that we should go over!" ”

Liu Yuyan smiled slightly, although she hated this old king a little, but on the surface, she didn't show it like her father.

"What's the situation between this old Wang and our father?" Tang Jian asked curiously.

Liu Yuyan leaned into Tang Jian's ear and whispered: "He and our father are college classmates, and the two of them have always been competitive, no matter what, they have to compare with each other." In the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting two years ago, he wrote a limerick poem to satirize our father, and then my father also wrote a poem to scold him for being a villain, so he formed an indissoluble hatred. ”

All right!

It seems that this old king's personality is the same as this old man, so he will spark as soon as he meets!

However, Tang Jian was a little puzzled: "Isn't this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting centered on the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival?" How can there be scolding poems? ”

Liu Yuyan introduced: "At the beginning, the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting was centered on the Mid-Autumn Festival, and every poem or painting was inseparable from the Mid-Autumn Festival theme, but year after year, the limitations of the Mid-Autumn Festival theme of poetry and painting became smaller and smaller, so it slowly became a normal poetry club. ”

"It turned out to be sauce purple!"

Tang Jian understood, no wonder this old man suddenly framed his painting "Bamboo and Stone" and the two "Mo Angry" and "Compassion for Nong", it turned out that he wanted to pretend to be embarrassed in this poetry meeting?

It's no wonder that this old man also carved a seal for himself!

In this way, he understands!

It seems that I have to seize the opportunity and cooperate with this old man to pretend to be a fool, as long as he cooperates well, this old man will not be happy to see him in the future, hehe?

Thinking about it, Tang Jian couldn't wait.

There was some excitement ahead, and many people gathered around the long table, watching a man of twenty-five or sixteen interact live while waving his brush words wantonly......

"Huh! It's embarrassing to broadcast live at this level! It's an insult to calligraphy! ”

Dad Liu said in a low voice, just listening to this sentence, Tang Jian knew that it was Lao Wang's son who was writing calligraphy while live broadcasting!

"Wonderful! Xiao Wang's calligraphy is about to catch up with your father! ”

"Yes, a bit of a master! After another three or five years, your father can retire and let you inherit your father's business! ”

"Lao Wang! I really envy you for teaching such a good son, unlike my unfilial son, who doesn't even know how to hold the brush! ”

……

Many people were patting their ass, Wang Hao put down the brush in his hand, looked at the live mobile phone in front of him, and said proudly: "Thank you for this old iron plane!" This piece of writing is given to this old iron! Next, there will be some master works for the lottery, and those who are interested remember to pay attention, thank you! ”

Tang Jian walked over and looked at it, and then shook his head disdainfully, the four big characters of "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival" can only be said to be general, and those who say yes are estimated to be calligraphy!

At this time, Dad Liu suddenly came over and said, "Stinky boy, you can also broadcast live for me!" ”