Looking at the precious congratulatory gifts taken out by many guests, Tang Lin couldn't help but sigh.

If it weren't for the son's unfavorable behavior, the cultural relics taken out by their family would definitely shock the audience.

Now he only gave away an ordinary antique porcelain vase, and he was not qualified to shout it out at all, so he handed it over to the third child of the Qiu family when he entered the door.

"What will Mr. Xiaofeng give?"

Looking at Qi Feng's back, Qiu Xihua couldn't help but feel a little self-reproachful, she shouldn't have brought up the matter of congratulatory gifts.

In terms of seniority, Qi Feng is the junior among the juniors, in fact, even if he eats and drinks without giving gifts.

I saw Qi Feng walk up to Old Man Qiu, and saluted respectfully with both hands.

"Mr. Qiu, the boy Qi Feng is also here to offer one or two."

Hearing this, Old Man Qiu looked at Qi Feng and showed a puzzled expression.

"Young man, you are ......"

Without waiting for Old Man Qiu to finish speaking, Qiu Xihua quickly followed and leaned into his ear and said something.

After hearing this, Old Man Qiu's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at Qi Feng again.

"It turns out that Xiaofeng, I've heard your name many times."

For Qi Feng, Old Man Qiu really has a good impression, not only because Qi Feng brought back cultural relics for the country, etc., but also because of the image of seeing Qi Feng today.

looks dignified, like a spring breeze, and does a solemn salute, which makes him feel comfortable when he looks at it.

This is the ancient Chinese ritual method, although it has been rare in recent years, but it does not mean that it is completely extinct.

This is especially true for formal occasions, or right now.

"Don't dare to be."

Qi Feng smiled modestly, but he didn't expect his own matter to reach Old Man Qiu's ears.

All the guests also cast their eyes, all curious about who Qi Feng was.

Guests who know Qi Feng's identity are also curious about what kind of congratulatory gifts Qi Feng will give.

"Who is this young guy? Haven't seen it? ”

"I used to see that the eldest lady of the Qiu family often stayed by his side, so it should be a classmate or something, right?"

"Eh Xiaohan, what do you think this Mr. Qi will give?"

"Hehe, what else could it be besides cultural relics?"

Zhou Hanlin's face was ugly, and when he heard his mother also call Qi Feng 'sir', his heart was extremely unhappy.

Just when everyone thought that Qi Feng would send cultural relics, Qi Feng walked to the table and picked up the ink pen used by Zhang Lao.

Calligraphy?

He can also do calligraphy?

Qiu Xihua's eyes lit up, and he pushed the wheelchair up.

"Teacher Xiaofeng, what do you want to write?"

“......”

Qi Feng smiled without saying a word, and took a pen and wrote a few big words on the paper seriously.

Qiu Xi's painting was only curious at first, but as the ink pen fell, her expression gradually became wonderful.

The penmanship is vigorous, continuous and surrounding, and it is a grass font created by Zhang Zhi, the "grass saint" of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

The unique and unrestrained font, she can't even understand calligraphy a little.

However, after a while, Qi Feng put the ink pen aside, waved his hand and asked, "Mr. Qiu, please take a look." ”

Everyone was talking about it, and they were all curious about what kind of calligraphy a young man could write.

Qiu Zhongyi and Qiu Dongliang glanced at each other and took the lead in coming forward to watch.

Today's birthday banquet, except for Qiu Zhennan, who was unable to attend due to official business, the two brothers and Dong Rui all came.

Old Man Qiu nodded, got up and stepped forward, bowing his head and squinting to look carefully.

Before he could look at it twice, he laughed loudly, picked up the calligraphy and painting and said three good words in a row.

A young man, everyone thought that Qi Feng would write words such as 'Fu Ru Donghai' and 'Shoubi Nanshan', and even 'You have worked hard' and 'Smile and smile'.

However, Qi Feng wrote a poem from Yue Fei Manjianghong, 'Thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons'

The pen walks the dragon and snake, the silver hook iron painting, and the spirit of the golden iron horse is coming.

In terms of handwriting, although it cannot be regarded as ancient and modern, it is also a brilliant brushwork in the world, at least it is also the pen power of more than ten years of immersion in calligraphy, which is comparable to that of Mr. Zhang, a famous Chinese calligrapher.

"Teacher Xiaofeng......"

Qiu Xihua's face was full of admiration, and he looked at Qi Feng in a daze.

In the past, she always felt that Qi Feng was a type as gentle as jade, but the so-called words are like people, and today she has to see Qi Feng's vigorous handwriting, and she has some new understanding of Qi Feng.

Proficient in history and archaeology, an expert-level cultural relics restoration ability, comparable to the pen power of calligraphy, what else will Qi Feng do?

Qiu Xi painting I don't know, Qi Feng was very fond of calligraphy when he was young in his last life, participated in the calligraphy club of Northwest University, calligraphy elective courses, and studied every day after retirement.

Today's gift of poetry is indeed a sincere gift.

If it is a gift of cultural relics, and then the old man Qiu rehands and donates it to the museum, it is no different from making a show.

Seeing that even the old man Qiu was amazed, and many guests came forward to watch.

"Thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon ......"

Everyone was shocked, and looked back at Qi Feng from time to time, unable to believe that the handwriting came from a young man in his early twenties.

This is enough to be framed and kept at home as a collection.

Qiu Dongliang and Dong Rui, who were familiar with Qi Feng, stepped forward to toast one after another, thanking him for being able to come to congratulate Old Man Qiu on his birthday.

"To put it mildly, I'm just a junior, and I was invited to join in the fun."

Qi Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly, he wasn't good at dealing with this kind of scene.

Fortunately, there is also an autumn evening painting to block the wine, and Qi Feng has a chance to slip away.

Not far away, Tang Lin's eyes lit up, and Qi Feng was really not as simple as he imagined.

“...... Mom, what's wrong with you? ”

"Don't you see, this Mr. Qi has a lot to do with the Qiu family."

is good friends with Qi Feng, which can be regarded as having some relationship with the Qiu family in disguise.

Not only the Qiu family, but many big names in China seem to have a good impression of Qi Feng.

As the banquet was about to end, Qi Feng returned to his original seat.

And Shang Yi was still eating and drinking, and he raised his eyes and looked twice when Qi Feng wrote the poem before.

"Mr. Qi, it's really surprising, how about writing me a calligraphy and painting another day?"

"Definitely, definitely."

Qi Feng smiled slightly and said politely.

This one is another day, I don't know which one is another day.

Tang Lin took a sip of tea and asked meaningfully, "At Mr. Qi's age, there shouldn't be a marriage match, right?" ”

She said and glanced at the autumn evening painting not far away.

"Not yet."

Qi Feng shook his head and smiled, he had never married or had children until he died in his previous life, and now he was only in his early twenties.

Tang Lin nodded and put down the tea, and then smiled softly: "Mr. Qi, after the birthday banquet, we still have to stay in Changning City for one night, I heard that there are many scenic spots in Changning, I don't know if I will be free tomorrow......

Qi Feng was stunned for a moment, and noticed a pair of soft wattles holding his hand.

Zhou Hanlin next to him also saw it, and his eyes were split on the spot, and he couldn't wait to kick Qi Feng over.

Now Tang Lin can be the master of the Zhou family, the most important reason is that Zhou Hanlin's father died unexpectedly a few years ago.

In other words, she is now a widow.