Xia Bei was stunned.
Looking at Chu Chen who had already picked up his pen, Xia Bei came back to his senses and said unexpectedly, "Chu Chen, you can actually write?"
Chu Chen glanced at Xia Bei speechlessly.
Who can't write a word?
Xia Bei quickly lowered his voice and said tentatively, "Chu Chen, what I mean is...how is your level?"
"It's not bad, I have a teacher who is known as the 'pen wizard'."
Chu Chen replied.
The corner of Xia Bei's mouth twitched secretly. Just now in front of Mr. Song, he almost boasted that he was the "Master of Pens".
Chu Chen held the pen while Xia Bei was sharpening the ink while paying attention to Chu Chen's expression.
He was also extremely curious about the son-in-law who came to visit him, whom everyone in the Chu family regarded as a fool.
From the first meeting, Xia Bei felt that this son-in-law of the Chu family was more like hiding his capabilities and biding his time. He was not stupid at all.
However, the scene in front of me does not rule out the possibility of bragging.
Xia Bei didn't believe that Chu Chen, who was younger than himself, could write well.
Chu Chen's eyes fell on the white paper.
The sound of the lion dance I heard this morning by Song Lake and the words Song Qiu said seemed to ring in my ears.
The Huang family is the most wealthy family in Chancheng.
Jintan City, Green Picking Festival.
‘Qing’ is solicited from all over the city.
"Don't say write it down, even if you ask me to say a sentence, I can't think of what to write on this short piece of paper."
Xia Bei sighed, "It coincides with Mr. Huang's 80th birthday. The old man is simply a living legend. I really can't think of any calligraphy other than a professional calligrapher that can catch the eye of Mr. Huang."
Chu Chen started writing.
The pen is sharp and vigorous, like a dragon sucking water. It is majestic and complete in one go.
Xia Bei felt as if his eyes were hallucinating and he was dazzled.
In the blink of an eye, Chu Chen had stopped writing.
"Master Xia, come and take a look."
Chu Chen said.
Xia Bei came over in a hurry, pulled up the long piece of paper, stared at the first word, and was speechless for a long time.
Chu Chen couldn't bear it and reminded him, "Emperor."
Xia Bei immediately blurted out, "Happy birthday, Mr. Huang?"
Chu Chen, "..." He was a little doubtful whether this Young Master Xia was a fake.
After all, he is also from the Xia family in Yangcheng, a wealthy family. How could he cultivate such an ignorant idiot?
Last night at the banquet, I asked myself sadly whether I love the country or the beauty.
Now it seems that I am still bragging.
Give him a kingdom and he won't be able to hold it.
"While chatting and laughing about the emperor's hegemony, he couldn't bear the drunkenness of life."
Chu Chen said, "The first character is homophonic with Mr. Huang's surname. The whole sentence probably fits Mr. Huang's current state of mind. It should be okay."
Xia Bei glanced at it from beginning to end, and after a long while, he sighed, "It's like a ghost painting, it looks just average, but at least it can pass this test."
Chu Chen glanced at Xia Bei and said, "Have you ever seen a talisman?"
Chu Chen really wanted to tell Master Xia that he was better at drawing talismans than writing.
Xia Bei didn't pay attention to Chu Chen's words, strode towards the study door, opened the door and walked out.
"Old man, I've kept you waiting for a long time."
On the contrary, Song Changqing smiled and expressed his understanding. Sometimes it would take him longer to write a single word.
"My handwriting is not good, please give me some advice."
Xia Bei was very humble and kept his posture to the lowest level. After all, he didn't know what Chu Chen's level was.
Song Changqing walked forward, seemingly not seeing Chu Chen who was also in the study. Xia Bei quickened his pace and raised the beginning of the painting.
Song Changqing looked over, his pupils widening to the extreme in an instant.
A majestic momentum rushed towards him.
The emperor's hegemony was talking and laughing, and it was as drunk as the world.
At this moment, a picture seemed to suddenly appear in Song Changqing's mind.
From the passion in his youth to the passion in his youth... until now.
There was no sound for a long time.
At this moment, Xia Bei became even more uneasy. Seeing that Mr. Song was motionless, he couldn't help but glance at Chu Chen next to him.
Want to cry but no tears.
Even if the writing is poor, there is no need to give this expression.
At least I should give you a friendly like.
"good!"
In the quiet study room, Song Changqing suddenly shouted.
Xia Bei's hand shook and he almost tore the paper.
Song Changqing raised his head, looked at Xia Bei, and sighed, "You are indeed a descendant of the Xia family, the queen of a famous family.
Based on this calligraphy alone, it would not be an exaggeration to call you the number one son of Tiannan in the Yangcheng calligraphy world."
"My level is only average, and I deserve it."
Xia Bei was so ashamed that even the 'Number One Young Master in Tiannan' came out. Xia Bei secretly vowed not to brag casually in the future.
"This is not flattery. I have never seen a young man who can write such good handwriting."
Song Changqing kept praising and looking at Xia Bei, "Master Xia, take this calligraphy to participate in the youth gathering in Jintan City. I believe there is a great chance of being selected."
"Then take it."
Xia Bei is very generous. He just wants to get over this topic quickly. The longer he delays, the easier it will be to reveal his secret.
"good."
Song Changqing was excited. Even if he did not write this calligraphy, at least it was born in the Song family. If this calligraphy is really selected, this episode may become a good story in Chancheng.
"Master Xia, you haven't mentioned anything yet."
Song Changqing reminded.
Xia Bei's pupils shrank slightly.
Half a moment.
Xia Bei's mind was spinning rapidly, "I suddenly remembered that Mr. Huang was facing the Chancheng Jiqing. I am not from Chancheng, so it is not suitable for me to participate in this Qingqing...Chu Chen, look at the hard work you have done for me."
For Mo’s sake, I give this calligraphy to you.”
Xia Bei suddenly spoke to Chu Chen, sighing inwardly that it was perfect.
It was originally written by Chu Chen. By following the trend, he could not only save his own face, but also retreat and sell a favor to the Song family.
Xia Bei couldn't help but want to praise himself a few words.
Song Changqing was stunned.
Song Xieyang on the side was also stunned for a moment.
Such a good calligraphy was actually given to Chu Chen?
For the Song family's current situation, this is simply a great gift.
"Chu Chen."
Song Xieyang hurriedly called Chu Chen in a low voice.
Chu Chen looked at Xia Bei and did not refuse, "Thank you very much, Master Xia."
Xia Bei laughed and patted Chu Chen on the shoulder, "I told you, I will protect you. Let this painting be a formal meeting gift for you."
Without morals, anything is possible.
Chu Chen took over what he had written and wanted to say thank you to Master Xia.
Song Xieyang's eyes were filled with incredulity.
He couldn't understand why this young master of the Xia family was so kind to Chu Chen.
Master Xia came over today. Is it true that he wanted to discuss cooperation between the two companies as Chu Chen said?
Song Xieyang's heart suddenly dropped.
But the new divorce agreement has been reprinted.
Is this marriage still a divorce?
This chapter has been completed!