Chen Song's thoughts were wandering, after all, he was not an ordinary person, he quickly adjusted his mood, he silently opened the lid of the teapot, poured in the hot mountain spring water, and asked Tang Yuan: "Xiao Tang, do you have a goal?" ”

"Not yet." Tang Yuan shook his head: "There are ten famous mountains in Zhejiang Province, I plan to take a walk and turn around after a while, and finally make a decision." ”

"The top ten famous mountains in Zhejiang Province, Yandang Mountain, Shenxian Ju, Jianglang Mountain, Putuo Mountain, Tiantai Mountain are all national 5A-level scenic spots, the natural scenery does not need to be said, the rest of Tianmu Mountain, Xuedou Mountain, Mogan Mountain, Dongbai Mountain, Tianmu Mountain are also national scenic spots, and they also have their own style."

"It is about the investment of 50 billion yuan, you really have to be cautious, I have a student who is currently serving as the secretary general of Zhejiang Province, I will contact him later, and tell him the truth, involving such a huge investment, the province will definitely take it as a top priority to take it seriously, then you will tell them your requirements, as long as it is a reasonable request, they will definitely do their best to meet you."

Chen Song bowed his head slightly and said to Tang Yuan.

"Grandpa Chen, thank you!"

When Tang Yuan heard this, he knew that Chen Song had taken this matter down.

Secretary-General, that is the existence that can go directly to the heavens, ranking in Chang Wei's seat.

"Don Jr., you don't have to thank me." Chen Song waved his hand and said with a very serious expression: "On the contrary, I want to thank you for being able to consider our Zhejiang Province as soon as possible after this idea was born." ”

"Grandpa Chen, you're serious."

"Zhejiang Province is my hometown, and I am honored to have the opportunity to do something for my hometown."

Tang Yuan responded with a smile.

"That's it, I'll get you in touch later."

"As for the follow-up, I won't get involved, you can study it yourself."

Chen Song poured Tang Yuan another cup of tea and said with a smile.

When Tang Yuan heard this, he knew that the dust had settled, so he immediately sat in place, and after accompanying Chen Song to drink the third pot of tea, he took the initiative to say goodbye.

……

Walking out of the tea room, Chen Shirou, who was guarding the study, heard the movement and rushed to the tea room as soon as possible.

"Brother Tang, have you finished talking to grandpa?"

Chen Shirou ran quickly, bringing a burst of fragrant wind.

"We're done."

Tang Yuan smiled and nodded, and then he looked at Chen Shirou's fair and flawless face, and his eyes were a little weird.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Shirou noticed the strangeness in Tang Yuan's eyes, and she subconsciously touched her face, a little unclear.

"You just practiced calligraphy?"

"The ink is all on my face."

Tang Yuan pointed to Chen Shirou's cheek, which was biased towards the jawline, and reminded Chen Shirou.

"Huh?"

Chen Shirou was stunned, then quickly turned around, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and used the screen reflection to find the ink in Tang Yuan's mouth.

"Just get a wet towel and wipe it off."

"Dry erases can only get dirtier the more you rub them."

Tang Yuan looked at Chen Shirou's appearance like a little flower cat, he showed a little emotion, and couldn't help but remind him.

"Wow......"

Chen Shirou answered twice with some embarrassment, then walked quickly to the nearby bathroom, turned on the faucet and took some water with her hands, wiped it on her face casually, and ran back to Tang Yuan quickly.

"Brother Tang, I just wrote a painting, can you help me take a look?"

Chen Shirou looked at Tang Yuan with blank eyes, and her fair face, which was still stained with water, was full of expectation.

"Yes."

Such an insignificant little thing, Tang Yuan naturally would not refuse.

"Brother Tang, please ...... this side"

Chen Shirou saw Tang Yuan's response, and between her slightly immature eyebrows, a little excitement suddenly flashed, and she took the initiative to lead Tang Yuan towards the study.

The study was only less than five meters away from the tea room, and under Chen Shirou's guidance, Tang Yuan soon came to Chen Song's study.

It is still a simple and simple style, with a pure wooden table in the center, and a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on it at the moment, and behind this pure wooden table, there is a huge bookshelf with dense books.

Tang Yuan took a cursory look, and most of them were books related to governing the country, in addition, there were many Confucian classics, philosophical masterpieces, Marx classics, and so on.

Many of the books look a little old, and many of the edges of the books are irreparably curled, and it is clear that Chen Song has often flipped through these books, rather than being placed here as an ornament.

Tang Yuan observed the layout of the study for a moment, and then refocused his attention on the calligraphy works on the table.

On the pure white rice paper, a line of juanxiu handwriting jumps on the paper, with the calligraphy skills of Tang Yuan's master, it is not difficult to see that Chen Shirou's level has initially reached the level of entering the room, that is, the beauty of lines, knots, chapters, and ink in the usual sense, reaching the level that calligraphy works can be viewed after being framed.

"Yo?"

"Love poems?"

After Tang Yuan saw what Chen Shirou wrote clearly, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and couldn't help but joke to Chen Shirou.

I saw that the pure white rice paper read:

There is no one else in sight, and you are everywhere.

I see that all living beings are grass and trees, but I see you as a green mountain.

May the years be looked back on, and with deep affection.

If you allow a person to be favored, I am willing to be generous for the rest of my life.

This life is short, how can you be happy without you?

……

Strictly speaking, this is not a complete poem, but a prose poem composed of many romantic ancient sentences and sentences, for a young girl like Chen Shirou, these romantic ancient sentences are obviously deeply loved by them.

"I just write casually."

"I'm not in love, and I don't have a crush."

Chen Shirou's face was slightly red, and she hurriedly explained to Tang Yuan.

"Teenager Huaichun, this is the norm, nothing to be embarrassed about."

Tang Yuan smiled at Chen Shirou, his voice warm and warm.

"There really is no ......"

Chen Shirou was a little persistent, and whispered a sentence of defense again.

"I look at your handwriting, the traces of the willow body are a little heavy."

"Have you been copying Liu Gongquan's calligraphy lately?"

Tang Yuan didn't continue to dwell on this issue with Chen Shirou, he pointed to Chen Shirou's calligraphy works and asked him.

"Brother Tang, you are so powerful."

"I've been copying Liu Gongquan's calligraphy recently, but I've worked hard to integrate the characteristics of Liu Ti into my own style, but I didn't expect it to be seen by you."

Chen Shirou's eyes lit up slightly, and she couldn't help but exclaim a little.

"Yan muscles and willow bones, this is something that everyone must copy and learn from every calligraphy, so I can see that it is normal." Tang Yuan smiled, then walked to the table, and took the work that Chen Shirou had just written to the side: "It's still your ancient sentences and ancient sentences, I'll write them for you, and you can see what different experiences you can have." ”

"Good!"

"Brother Tang, I'll give you ink!"

When Chen Shirou heard this, the whole person suddenly became excited, and even the white and tender little face became ruddy, and Tang Yuan couldn't help but shake his heart when he saw it.

'Sin and ......'

Tang Yuan silently recited a few words in his heart, quickly withdrew his gaze, and then picked up the wolf brush, gently soaked the tip of the pen, and began to gather his mind, ready to put down the pen......

(End of chapter)