Qiao Haoting took the calligraphy and painting with a smile and looked at the unframed rice paper in his hand. He was secretly curious and reached out to the ribbon wrapped around the calligraphy and painting. He untied the ribbon and unfolded the calligraphy and painting.
On the side, Qiao Yujun didn't pay attention.
If a little girl can draw, how good can she be?
On the rice paper, there are pavilions and bamboos, and the writing style is sophisticated but not stale. The bamboo has bones and hardness, but also has a rare softness.
"This is..." Qiao Haoting's eyes fell on the inscription on the side of the painting paper, "The pavilion is tall and the bamboos stand strong for thousands of years, and the pines and green mountains are numerous and romantic."
"Mr. Qiao, what do you think of this poem and painting?" Luo Jun asked with a smile.
Qiao Haoting raised his hand and patted Luo Jun on the shoulder, with a loving look on his face, "Well, it's very rare to draw bamboo with bones and softness, and he even wrote these two lines of poems specifically for me... Xiaojun, you are thoughtful!"
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Qiao Haoting originally had some friendship with Luo Jun's grandfather, Leng Lin, because he was also very familiar with Luo Jun. He had always admired this young man who had achieved such achievements at such a young age.
Chu Xiaochen's calligraphy and painting were appreciated by Mr. Qiao as he expected, and Luo Jun's face was now filled with joy, "You misunderstood, I don't have this talent!"
Mr. Qiao turned his face in surprise, "Didn't you draw this?"
Luo Jun turned his face sideways and took in the unnoticeable expression on Qiao Yujun's face next to him, "How can I not have this ability? It was painted by a friend who came with me today. I just borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha."
"Friend?" Mr. Qiao said with curiosity in his eyes, "Where are you, little friend? Why didn't I come up with you?"
Qiao Haoting loved bamboo the most in his life. He was naturally happy to receive such poems and paintings on his birthday.
Moreover, for the painter to be appreciated by Luo Jun, it was obvious that he was not an ordinary person. Qiao Haoting also wanted to see who the painter was.
"This..." Luo Jun looked at Qiao Yujun, "But, Manager Qiao said that it is not convenient for you to see you today."
Hearing this, Mr. Qiao looked away from the calligraphy and painting, and quickly glanced at Qiao Yujun aside, "How can there be so many taboos about a person who is half buried in the ground? Come on, let's go downstairs to see you.
This kid."
Qiao Yujun, who was standing aside, secretly squeezed his sweat and hurriedly came over to hold Qiao Haoting's arm, "Dad, the guests have almost arrived. Is it time to start the banquet?"
"In that case, Mr. Qiao needs to get ready first. I'll go downstairs first." Luo Jun said calmly, "I'll introduce Xiang Chenxing to you later!"
Mr. Qiao nodded lightly, smiled and patted his shoulder, "In a moment, you two will sit with me. I want to have a good chat with this little Morning Star kid."
"Okay." Luo Jun nodded with a smile, turned around and exited the room.
When he returned to the corridor and walked downstairs, there was already a darker look in his eyes.
Qiao Yujun was Qiao Wei's mother and had always wanted him to be her son-in-law. He didn't find it strange that she hated Chu Xiaochen.
However, judging from the situation just now, it seems that she is very reluctant to let Mr. Qiao see Chu Xiaochen, which is a bit strange.
Walking down the stairs, I took a quick look around. In the hall, the women were all trying to show their most beautiful side.
Not seeing Chu Xiaochen, whom he was most concerned about, Luo Jun's heart tightened and he immediately quickened his pace and went downstairs.
At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Chu Xiaochen's number.
