Although she had known Liu De for a short time, she realized that what Liu De hated most was rich people who bullied others.
Shen Yingxue happens to be such a person.
Seeing that Song Lan saw the joke, Shen Yingxue gritted her teeth and raised her head.
She straightened her messy hair and rolled her eyes at Song Lan arrogantly.
"Whatever you want to watch, if you want to see my jokes, there is no way!"
Song Lan was speechless for a while.
She was just waiting for Liu De here, so she could be accidentally injured.
After the sound of Shen Yingxue's high heels faded away, Liu De walked out.
"Teacher Liu De." Song Lan immediately bowed politely.
"You haven't left yet?"
Liu De looked at her in surprise.
He thought Song Lan had left long ago.
Song Lanqing smiled lightly, "Teacher Liu De, I said I would wait until you are willing to be interviewed. It's not dark yet, so I will wait until it gets dark."
Liu De's mood was completely ruined by Shen Yingxue, and he didn't look good when he saw Song Lan.
"Don't think I don't know. You reporters are all in the same group. The one named Shen just wanted to bribe me with money to accept an interview. If you have any other tricks, just use them!"
Song Lan's eyebrows clenched slightly.
She took a step forward and said sincerely, "Teacher Liu De, I am interviewing you sincerely. Although I am a reporter, I will only interview you as a reporter with your consent. Before that, , I am just an ordinary person who admires you."
These words touched Liu De's heart.
Liu Deduo glanced at her and hummed, "If you are willing to wait, then keep waiting!"
For the next three days, Song Lan appeared outside the studio door on time at seven o'clock every morning.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Liu De got off work and she left.
We stayed together for three days, bringing my own folding stool when I was tired, and my own lunch box when I was hungry.
Instead, it was Shen Yingxue.
Relying on the connections in the Shen family, she asked various people to bring her into the studio, but Liu De kicked her out without exception.
On the fourth day, Song Lan was sitting on a small folding stool, eating a lunch, and sorting out the interview transcript.
Shen Yingxue was kicked out again.
"How many times have I told you that if you don't accept the interview, you won't accept it. You've sneaked in four times. Don't you understand that the only thing that matters is the outcome?"
Shen Yingxue didn't care that Song Lan was here and quickly smiled at Liu De.
"Teacher Liu De, I really want to interview you, please give me a chance."
"That's enough, get out of here right away. I can't accept an interview from someone with evil intentions like you!"
Liu De gave Shen Yingxue a disgusted look.
The person who brought Shen Yingxue in today was an academic professor and an old friend of Liu De.
Liu De said to his old friend with a cold face, "If you dare to bring any messy reporters in again, the friendship between us for many years will be broken!"
"Liu De, Lao Liu, why are you doing this-" the professor said anxiously.
Shen Yingxue's face turned pale.
Liu De said he had evil intentions and was heard by so many people, especially Song Lan.
Where to put her face!
Song Lan, who was eating a lunch box, was forced to watch a good show.
She silently held her lunch box and manuscript and sat down to the side.
After a while, Shen Yingxue went crazy and came to look for trouble.
"Teacher Liu De, I don't understand why you still refuse to give me a chance even though I've worked so hard. What's wrong with me interviewing you?"
Shen Yingxue finally couldn't help it, and the eldest lady's temper broke out.
Liu De sneered, twirled his beard and said coldly, "Don't you think I can't tell? You are interviewing me for your performance, not to promote calligraphy at all. Don't think that just because you are a member of the Shen family, you can be tyrannical. In my eyes, , you are worse than ordinary people!"
Shen Yingxue squeezed her palms fiercely.
She glanced at Liu De resentfully, turned around and left.
The professor who brought Shen Yingxue stamped his feet, called Lao Liu, turned around and chased Shen Yingxue.
The studio finally returned to peace.
Song Lan originally thought that she had nothing to do, but she didn't expect Liu De to glance at her when he came in.
"You've been here for four days too? Come in with me."
Song Lan was stunned, quickly packed up his things, and followed in.
"Thank you, Teacher Liu De!"
Incense was burning in the studio, and sandalwood was floating in the air.
Liu De looked at Song Lan and said, "You are thirsty. There is a kettle on the table. Pour some water yourself."
Song Lan knew that it was impossible for a master like Liu De to condescend to serve tea to his guests.
After pouring a glass and drinking it, he looked at Liu De seriously.
"Teacher Liu De, would you like to be interviewed by me?"
Like Shen Yingxue, she couldn't wait to take out the recorder and interview script, and she didn't even hang her press badge around her neck.
His eyes are like those of a student full of curiosity.
Liu De paused, "Write a few words first and I'll take a look."
All masters have some quirks, and Song Lan understands.
There were pens and papers on the table. Song Lan walked over and rolled up his sleeves to reveal his bright wrist.
She took a deep breath, and under Liu De's gaze, she lifted the pen in a professional manner.
Write down the four characters "The best is as good as water".
Liu De walked over and took a look, his eyes flashed with surprise.
"You have an excellent character, soft yet strong, good, good!"
For a moment, Liu De looked at Song Lan with intense eyes.
"I didn't expect your calligraphy to be so good. Do I know who your calligraphy master is from?"
From Liu De's perspective, Song Lan's master is more or less as famous as him!
Unexpectedly, Song Lan shook his head.
She rested her pen lightly and whispered, "I don't have a master. I was just interested in calligraphy when I was a child. My father had nothing to do and taught me a few strokes casually."
"How can you write so well after teaching you a few strokes? Your father is really amazing. I wonder if you can introduce him to me?"
Liu De said excitedly, as if he had met a close friend.
"this……"
Song Lan smiled bitterly, "My father encountered a car accident in his early years and has been bedridden for many years."
Liu De was stunned, regret flashed in his eyes, and he also knew that he had said the wrong thing.
He coughed lightly to break the awkward atmosphere.
"Okay, for the sake of your handwriting, I will give you half an hour for the interview, not more than one minute!"
"Really? Thank you, Teacher Liu De, I will prepare it right now!"
Song Lan took out the backpack on his back and found a professional microphone, recorder, interview script and reporter's work permit...
She took five minutes to sort it out and immediately started the interview.
Every second counts!
Half an hour later, Song Lan put the recorder into his arms with satisfaction and bowed gratefully to Liu De.
"Thank you for giving me this opportunity. I will definitely write the interview report carefully to let more people know your love for calligraphy!"
Liu De waved his hand and said nothing.
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Shen Yingxue sat in her office and frantically made phone calls.
"Do you know Liu De? He's the calligraphy master. Do you have any connections to introduce me to him?"
"Yes, I have to let him accept my interview! Do you know if Liu De has any benefactors?"
