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Chapter 1111 Heart attack

Chapter 1111 Heart attack

Living room on the second floor.

"Your surname is Yu?

This surname is quite rare."

"You should have studied tea art specifically, right?

The tea making technique is so skillful and beautiful.”

"The tea has a rich aroma. I have never smelled such a mellow tea aroma."

"It must be the best tea...Well, I didn't expect that little pigs also like to drink tea. It was an eye-opener for me."

"Pang Dun'er is such a special little pig."

In the living room, Yu Xueer was polite. After bringing melon and fruit snacks, she began to make tea.

His tea-making techniques amazed everyone.

As soon as Pang Dun'er smelled the aroma of tea, he immediately bit the corner of the special chair and dragged it to the side of the sofa.

The style of the chair is very special, like a three-layered extended stool.

Standing on it, it can be at the same height as the person sitting on the sofa, and the stool can also be placed with tea sets, bowls and chopsticks.

When Yu Xueer brought it a bowl of tea, Shen Qing almost spit out the tea.

A pig drinking tea?

But when I think about Pang Dun'er, he can even calligraphy, has human habits, and likes to drink tea, it seems very ordinary.

Li Jun couldn't help but mutter, "Could it be that someone was reincarnated and didn't drink Meng Po soup?"

The corner of Rong Shijun's mouth twitched and he said with a sneer: "Your statement is outrageous...but if you think about it carefully, maybe it is possible?"

While they were sipping tea, they were more observing Fatty.

Zhou Huayang came down with Alice and Luo Xiner.

"Teacher Ye, village chief...well, you should be Mr. Shen Qing, right? This is President Li Junli of the Calligraphy Association?"

Zhou Huayang arrived at the living room.

Shen Qing and others stood up, with kind smiles mixed with admiration for the appearance of Zhou Huayang, Luo Xiner and Alice.

Their genes are also very good, right?

Can't fault it at all.

"Hello!"

Shen Qing was the first to step forward and reached out her hand in a low profile, showing the enthusiasm of a fan who saw his idol.

Just putting it on an old man of sixty or seventy years old seems a bit awkward.

Especially when the people he shakes hands with are his grandchildren.

"Are you Master Liu Shen?

I once had the honor to attend an auction in Donghai and met you from a distance, but it was a pity that I did not have the opportunity to get to know you at that time."

Shen Qing said excitedly.

"Well, it's me. You can call me Huayang. You don't have to be so polite."

Zhou Huayang replied, his hand being held by the other party.

Shen Qing seemed to have forgotten to let go. Seven or eight seconds later, he was pulled by Li Jun before he reacted.

"Sorry, I lost my temper."

Shen Qing replaced Ye Xuan and introduced the rest of the companions to Zhou Huayang.

"Grandpa Shen, Grandpa Li, Grandpa Rong... hello."

Don't look at Alice, Luo Xiner is acting like a child when she is playing games upstairs.

When I got to the living room, I was well-behaved and sensible, and I couldn't find any problems with my manners.

Her sweet and coquettish tone even made several old men sigh, how great would it be if this was their granddaughter?

The group sat down and chatted around the Holy Grail of Books.

Shen Qing carefully took out three trophies, certificates, and checks from her bag.

The crystal trophies for the three rankings have similar styles, and the certificates only differ in ranking.

As for the check, the first place is 1 million yuan, the second place is 500,000 yuan, and the third place is 300,000 yuan.

"It was supposed to be awarded to you on the spot, but it was inconvenient for you. Secondly, there was a dispute among the organizers of the event for a short period of time.

"No, we and two people from the General Calligraphy Association came to Yagyu Village specially to meet the winner."

Shen Qing said.

Next to Rong Shijun, two old men five or six years younger were members of the General Association of Calligraphy.

"It's time to work."

Zhou Huayang thanked him.

Alice and Luo Xiner agreed.

Even Fatty'er seemed to be smiling and calling to them.

After drinking tea for a while in the living room.

Shen Qing took the initiative to request and wanted to visit the Zhou family. The most important thing was that he believed that Zhou Huayang must have some top-quality wood carvings that were not shown to the public.

And he also wanted to see if Pang Dun'er, Alice and Luo Xiner had more perfect works.

Zhou Huayang readily agreed.

"Then go to my study."

Zhou Huayang stood up.

Fatty jumped down and ran up the stairs, looking impatient. After running upstairs, he turned back to wait for them at the top of the stairs.

Not long after, Zhou Huayang's study.

The study is quiet and unique, and the furnishings are both simple and gorgeous.

There are both ancient paintings and antiques with a leisurely charm, as well as modern bookshelves, collections of books and Western sculptures.

Full of dazzling things.

The various furnishings in this study are enough to open a small museum.

The works of some famous ancient masters certainly surprised them.

But what they noticed more was a 40-centimeter-tall plaster sculpture imitating the bronze statue of Rodin's "The Thinker" located in the corner of the desk.

"Oh, I made this in my spare time."

Zhou Huayang followed the introduction and said: "It's funny to copy the works of Western masters."

"No no no, it's perfect!"

Several people felt that the plaster sculpture was extraordinary and had an indescribable magical meaning.

But given that they were unfamiliar with this industry, no one made any random comments.

"I rarely carve these days, and I generally don't carve large wooden sculptures."

Zhou Huayang opened the glass cabinet in the back room.

It is filled with various works, ranging from 30-centimeter statues of dragons, tigers and animals, to Taoist and Buddhist statues, to miniature ivory and jade sculptures.

Shen Qing and others' eyes widened.

"That's amazing! Are they all your works?"

"Thousands of carvings, thousands of different styles of meaning, this is what no one in the world can match!"

"You are truly worthy of the name of a great master. The old man is convinced."

The exclamations came one after another.

But at this moment, the old man on the edge, Bai Niansong, a cadre from the Shangjing Calligraphy Association, noticed the calligraphy hanging on the wall inside.

The meanings, big or small, wild, evil or pure and elegant, come rushing in.

The moment he stared in shock, he covered his heart and let out a cry. He was having a heart attack!

"No, Lao Bai has a heart attack!"

"Where's your medicine?

Where was it placed?"

"Lao Bai didn't have any medicine in his pocket. He might have left it in the car but didn't take it out."

"Why did you suddenly have a heart attack...what stimulation did you receive?"

Rong Shijun shouted immediately.

Shen Qing and others did not care about admiring the masterpiece at the moment, and gathered around it.

"Get out of your way."

Zhou Huayang walked up to Bai Niansong, put his hand on his shoulder, and took out the spiritual weapon silver needle from the storage ring.

Quickly unbuttoning his shirt, twenty-three silver needles were inserted into many acupuncture points on the other person's upper body as fast as meteors.

Three to five seconds later, Bai Niansong breathed a long sigh of relief, and the pain in his heart receded like a tide.

"It's okay. I'll give you some medicine later. One dose every two days will alleviate your coronary heart disease to a great extent."

Zhou Huayang has harvested many medical classics from Yaoshen Peak and has already mastered them.

It is naturally easy to treat ordinary people's diseases.

Rong Shijun and others were surprised.

"You actually know the medical skills of acupuncture?"

"Hua Yang, is there anything else you can't do..."

"But, Old Bai, why did you suddenly fall ill?"

The conversation quickly shifted to Bai Niansong. He was fine just now, but suddenly fell ill. It was so strange.

Bai Niansong pointed to the many calligraphy works on the wall, especially the one "Man Jiang Hong".


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