Lao Gu was a little puzzled, but he still helped Dad Ye call a few good friends over.

Dad Ye had already opened the gift box, took out the framed words inside, and did not forget to thank Zhang Benxing again when he unfolded it.

To be honest, Zhang Benxing's youth did surprise him a little, even suspicious, but he believed in his son, and besides, there was no need for his son to deceive him in such a matter.

As soon as the scroll was unfolded, Zhang Benxing's flowing cursive script appeared in front of him.

Looking at its shape, the shade is dry and wet, intermittent and tossing, the thickness and thickness of the dew are endless, and the wood is divided into three points.

Looking at its meaning, floating like floating clouds, like a frightened dragon, iron painting silver hook and absorbing the world, the weather is thousands.

As soon as he saw it, Ye Dad was deeply attracted by this painting, and couldn't help but lie there and look at it carefully, Lao Gu, who was originally shouting, couldn't care about seeing if the person he shouted was coming, and squeezed to Ye Dad's side to look at the calligraphy in front of him.

"Good words, that's good!"

After watching it for a while, Lao Gu couldn't help but admire, they all liked calligraphy for decades, although they were not calligraphers, but their eyesight had already been exercised.

At a glance, they can see the uniqueness and excellence of the words in front of them.

"Give it to me, give it to me, Lao Gu, Lao Fang, have you seen it, haha!"

Dad Ye smiled proudly, while Ye Yu took Yaoyao's hand and stood behind, smiling, this picture was indeed specially written by Zhang Benxing to him, and Dad Ye's name was written on it.

And Zhang Benxing used an honorific title, which was given as a junior.

The few people Lao Gu shouted just now were also crowded around Dad Ye, and they all looked at the unfolded words in front of them in amazement, the words were really good, not a little bit better than what they wrote.

The words they write can't be compared to the words in front of them.

After a while, Dad Ye was crowded with people, all looking at him with envy, and Dad Ye's smile never closed, not to mention how proud he was.

Even Lao Gu was extremely envious of him, and at the same time looked at Zhang Benxing with some horror.

He is not like the few people who just came over, he knows the truth of what happened just now, this picture was written by this young man, and he sent it specially for him.

He had heard Dad Ye talk about Zhang Benxing before, and he knew that he was very young, but he didn't expect it to be so young, so that he even wondered if the characters were written by this young man, and such calligraphy was not at all like what such a young person could write.

Zhang is only 28 years old this year, and he is dressed very young, looking like he is 244 or 5.

"Lao Ye, your handwriting is so good!"

Lao Fang couldn't help but admire, Lao Fang is a few years younger than Lao Gu, sixty-nine this year, nine years older than Ye's father, and they have known each other for a long time, they are all old buddies who like calligraphy.

"That's right, it's really good!" Lao Gu admired again.

Secretly glanced at Zhang Benxing, Lao Gu leaned into Ye's father's ear again, and whispered: "Isn't he Zhang Benxing?" Since he is your son's good friend, can you do me a favor and let him write me a picture too?"

Lao Gu came to Ye's father and said it, the voice was not loud, no one heard it, only his granddaughter Gu Yu, who had been following him, heard a little bit of the content and could guess what his grandfather said.

Gu Yu doesn't know calligraphy, but she grew up with her grandfather, and she knows a little bit of appreciation, and the words in front of her are really good, very good-looking.

"This!"

Ye Dad was in a dilemma, he knew more about Zhang Benxing than Lao Gu and them, Ye Yu told him that Zhang Benxing easily did not write for others, it was this handwriting, or Ye Yu used what he made in exchange.

In Ye Yu's words, the value of the things he made starts at tens of millions.

Even if you don't use Ye Yu's works to measure, someone has bid three million for the word Zhang Benxing wrote to Ye Yu before, and someone can write a word that is worth at least a few million, and if he can give him a picture, it is completely to see his son's face, and then let him write it for others, he really can't open his mouth.

And Lao Gu didn't seem to know all this, and thought about their old custom here, everyone gave others their own handwriting.

"Lao Gu, it's not that I don't agree, other people's words are precious, just this one, at least millions!"

After thinking about it for a while, Dad Ye could only tell the truth, and if he asked for words, he couldn't open his mouth, so he could only refuse his old friend.

Something worth millions, how can it be said that if you give it away, you can give it away?

Sure enough, when he said this, Lao Gu stopped talking, but Gu Yu, who had been paying attention to them, seemed to have a lot of opinions about Dad Ye's rejection of his grandfather.

"Grandpa, I look very good at this handwriting, and my uncle just said that a piece of writing can be worth millions, I think, this must be really written by everyone, right?"

Gu Yu said suddenly, Lao Gu was a little confused, so Dad Ye was also a little confused, but when Ye Yu heard her say this, his heart suddenly chuckled.

Ye Yu looked at Zhang Benxing, and sure enough, Gu Yu continued: "This kind of word, only real people have such strength, I say that grandpa and uncle you don't object, right?"

Father Ye and Lao Gu nodded together, and Gu Yu continued: "Since the words written are so valuable, how can this master have been immersed in calligraphy for decades, but just now Uncle Ye's son said that it was written by his friend, and his friend looks to be in his early twenties, I don't believe it!"

Gu Yu spoke a little louder this time, and even Zhang Benxing heard it.

In fact, she deliberately said it to Zhang Benxing.

"Xiaoyu is right, this Zhang Benxing must be a highly respected master!"

Lao Fang followed and said, he didn't know that Zhang Benxing was on the scene, he didn't pay attention to this side before all.

Father Ye also said that Zhang Benxing was a young man, but he didn't believe it at all, he only believed what he saw, this painting is written well, and it is definitely not something that young people can write.

He will only have deep envy and a little jealousy of Dad Ye.

Such a good word, everyone wants to have it, Ye Dad's word is not the best among them, it can only be said to be medium, how can he have this luck, let everyone write for him with such calligraphy, and deliberately use the honorific title of 'uncle'?

It's just unreasonable, and it's unimaginable.

The more he thought about it, the more sour his heart became.

"This little girl has had a holiday with you, hasn't she?"

Zhang Benxing kept a smile on his face, and only then did he come to Ye Yu's ear and asked in a low voice.

"There used to be a little bit of it, Brother Zhang, I'm sorry!" Ye Yu scratched his head and briefly said the previous things.

"I said, but this little girl is still too tender, and it is useless to use the method of agitation on me!"

Zhang Benxing laughed, suddenly pulled Ye Yu, took a step forward, and said loudly: "Uncles and uncles, hello, I am Zhang Benxing, and I am close friends with Ye Yu, the son of Uncle Ye, this character is indeed written by me, and it was written this afternoon!"