"Ahem. Look at what, I didn't refute it! Shen Yanfeng looked embarrassed.

How so?

How is this possible?

Can you write this kind of book as a teenager?

So what are you practicing the words that you have practiced for decades?

Shen Yanfeng was a little messy.

His son Shen Xia was no better.

originally thought that Qin Lan's couplet poems were powerful, and it wouldn't hinder him from doing anything.

Unexpectedly, he gave him a lore directly in the calligraphy link.

Shen Xia staggered two steps and almost fell.

was held by Wu Meng on the side.

The two looked at each other, and in each other's eyes, they saw a feeling of sympathy.

"Brother Xia, don't worry too much, I want to open a little." Wu Meng said weakly.

"I can handle it." Shen Xia forcibly stood firm.

If your skills are not as good as others, you will lose if you lose.

It's just hard for him to accept that it's Qin Lan who loses.

After all, in his impression, Qin Lan is just a music producer and an artist.

The talent of poetry is reasonable, after all, she has produced so many ancient songs.

However, calligraphy can also be written so well, and he suddenly has a feeling that he is a waste.

Half an hour later.

Order gradually returned to the field.

The bigwigs and experts in the cultural circle scattered with a satisfied face.

The two girls who were surrounded by everyone in the middle breathed a sigh of relief.

"Qin Lan." Shen Yanfeng led a group of people to Qin Lan.

"Is the story in the preface of your Lanting Collection fictional?"

He was an expert on ancient cultures and had never heard of such a gathering in history.

"That's right, fictional." Qin Lan nodded, the party described in this article was temporarily modified by her today.

"Using the past as a metaphor for the present, by describing the gathering of the ancients, the joy of the event, to reflect the spiritual thoughts of our exchange meeting, is much more clever than those direct descriptions." Shen Yanfeng's face was full of admiration.

Qin Lan nodded lightly.

She had already expected Shen Yanfeng's over-interpretation.

The most powerful characteristic of cultural people is that they like to supplement their brains.

The better you behave, the better he will make up for it.

"Announce it!" Wu Mingguang, president of the Poetry Association, said in a deep voice.

He is calm on the surface, but his heart is already happy.

Now that Shen Yanfeng's son Shen Xia has lost, he has a balance in his heart.

That's right.

I can't let my daughter be hung and beaten alone.

It's called fairness now.

"Okay, I announce that this cultural exchange meeting has been successfully concluded, and the preface we chose for the calligraphy session is Qin Lan's "Lanting Collection Preface".

Although Shen Yanfeng wanted to choose the works of his son Shen Xia.

However, there is no way, the quality of the work is here, Qin Lan's "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface" completely hangs Shen Xia.

Not to mention Shen Xia, even if it is Shen Yanfeng himself, he can't write such an elegant and chic book.

In this case, how to choose?

Of course, it's Qin Lan.

"In other words, Qin Lan won all three battles?"

"The feast of our cultural circle was actually directly beaten by an outsider."

"No way, who is her opponent here?"

"I originally thought that this exchange meeting was Wu Meng and Shen Xia's sharpness, but I didn't expect to kill Qin Lan halfway."

"You call this halfway? This is a slaughter from the beginning to the end."

"Although I can't accept it for the time being, it doesn't prevent me from saying a word, Qin Lan is awesome!"

"Rude words, but I like it, Qin Lan is awesome!!"

"Qin Lan is awesome!"

There was a burst of cheers from the audience.

There is no way, poetry, pairing, calligraphy, Qin Lan is too strong, so strong that they have a deep sense of powerlessness.

When everyone is convinced, only recognition remains.

At the same time, Shen Yanfeng rubbed his hands and hesitated: "This."

"President Shen has something to say." Qin Lan smiled.

"Then let me say it bluntly, Qin Lan, are you interested in joining our calligraphy association?" Shen Yanfeng raised his head after speaking, his eyes were full of anticipation.

When Qin Lan heard this, she couldn't help but be stunned.

He would invite himself to join the Calligraphy Society?

You know, these associations are not so easy to enter, take the calligraphy association as an example, if you want to enter, you need to participate in a large competition to win awards, or worship a famous teacher, and it is possible to join with the recommendation of a famous teacher.

And there is one more practical reason.

It is that after entering the association, the value of the work will be terrifyingly enhanced.

"Qin Lan, are you interested in joining our Poetry Association?"

Wu Mingguang took a step forward, glared at Shen Yanfeng, and also threw an olive branch to Qin Lan.

Faced with the invitation of the two presidents, Qin Lan hesitated, as long as she didn't know if there would be a lot of complicated things after joining.

"Don't worry, the association is just a name, and it won't affect your original life." Shen Yanfeng saw Qin Lan's concerns.

"That," Qin Lan just wanted to agree.

Wu Mingguang on the side hurriedly said: "Join our Poetry Association, our Poetry Association also has allowances and benefits, and we will give red envelopes to outstanding members every year." ”

"We also have a calligraphy association, and they send it out every month." Shen Yanfeng said unhurriedly.

Wu Mingguang was stunned when he heard this, and immediately filled his heart with contempt for Shen Yanfeng.

Why haven't I heard that the Nima Calligraphy Association gives out red envelopes every month?

It's really just to pull people, there's no bottom line, right?

"Not only will we give out red envelopes, but we will also have travel subsidies at the end of the year." Wu Mingguang gritted his teeth and said.

Shen Yanfeng's face changed, this is a bar: "We also have a travel subsidy, and in addition to this, we also have a living subsidy." ”

"Shen Yanfeng, it's been blown, you have a fart living allowance."

"Hehe, I'm the president, I said yes, and it's okay if you don't accept it."

“.”

In order to pull people, the two presidents actually quarreled on such an occasion.

For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

In the distance, Shen Xia and Wu Meng looked at Qin Lan, who was surrounded by their father, with a look of resentment.

When your children lose, not only do they not come to comfort them, but they also run to win over the enemy?

Does this sound like words??

"Okay, wouldn't it be better for you to let Qin Lan join?" Zhou Wenliang, president of the Opera Association, couldn't stand it.

These two people, a lot of age, are still quarreling in front of their juniors, what kind of system.

"Yes, Qin Lan, would you like to join us?" When the two heard this, they immediately stopped arguing, looked at Qin Lan one after another, and asked.

And Qin Lan nodded after groaning, "Okay, let's join." ”

Anyway, it's just a name.

By the way, it is quite good to receive so many subsidies.

"Haha, let's go, there's a banquet, let's talk at the banquet."

The two who were originally arguing red-faced instantly hooked shoulders and became good friends again.

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After the cultural exchange meeting, Qin Lan and the others returned to the Ye family.

She gave the "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection" to the Calligraphy Association.

Not gratuitous, of course.