Chapter 479 Don’t laugh, their motto is still very realistic
Chapter 479 Don’t ask for laughter, their motto is very realistic (second update)
Author: sunny
Chapter 479 Don’t ask for laughter, their motto is very realistic (second update)
Hearing his senior brother's words, Cai Laoliu was shocked at first, and then felt that Gao Zhang would not dare to deceive him.
Otherwise, with his shamelessness, he would definitely steal that sentence for his own use and spread it proudly.
"I don't know if my senior brother knows, is it said by a great sage who is well-read in poetry and books, and is knowledgeable in economics?"
"Could it be that some great scholar in Suzhou City wrote it to Cai?"
"Junior brother (Cai Laoliu), can I ask for some respect?"
Seeing Cai Laoliu looking over with bright eyes, Gao Zhang's face turned dark. At this moment, he really couldn't hold it in anymore. He almost couldn't help but beg to move his legs if he didn't move his mouth.
Unexpectedly, Tong Zhisheng on the side couldn't see anything anymore.
Facing those two guys who really dared to move their legs, Mr. Cai Ge could suppress his anger in frustration.
Tong Zhisheng turned his head and laughed at Gao Zhang.
"Come on, come on, brother, hurry up and write a picture for me, and hang it in the house later. Those two sentences are so inspiring."
"Brother Zhisheng, I'm really sorry. My younger brother, Mingyue, injured his leg. I'm afraid I won't be able to write for the next two months."
"...Oh, is it really unlucky? It's just that the Sa family wrote it on one of them."
Anyway, there was paper and pen over there, and Tong Zhisheng started splashing ink. Gao Zhang looked at Tong Zhisheng, who looked like he was at war with his sword, using silver-hook and iron-marked children's style calligraphy.
I almost couldn't control my emotions, almost hey hey.
"Hey hey hey..."
Tong Zhisheng, who was happily signing a copper deposit, heard the mocking voice and immediately became furious.
"Lao Liu, how dare you make fun of Sajia?!"
"Oh, why is this? Why is this? His junior brother must have had a discomfort in his throat just now and coughed to clear his throat. He must not be laughing at me, brother Zhisheng."
Cai Laoliu nodded his head crazily after Gao Zhang spoke up in time to save Dong's life.
"Wrong, wrong, wrong, brother Zhi Sheng, how dare he laugh at me..."
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"...Huh, huh?" Tong Zhisheng retracted his legs angrily, only to realize that when he stretched out his legs to grab Cai Laoliu, a corner of his sleeve was accidentally stained with ink from the inkstone.
I just blurred the corners of the calligraphy work that I had written, and I couldn't help but feel very evil.
"That's unreasonable..." Tong Zhisheng looked at the calligraphy in a very bad mood. He copied it and looked at it distressedly for a few times before he wrapped it up in a ball and threw it into the wastepaper basket nearby.
Immediately he rolled his eyes and looked towards Cai Laoliu.
"It's all my fault that I made a strange noise next to me, which caused the Sa family to break their calligraphy. In that case, I'm here to help the Sa family write."
The guy wasn't that great, and his handwriting was average, but at least he was very eye-catching, so that was enough.
Cai Laoliu was stunned for a moment, then his face revealed a look of uncontrollable joy and he rubbed his legs.
"Since Brother Fu Zhisheng is asking for Mo Bao, he won't be polite."
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How could Cai Laoliu, who likes to be in the limelight, not want his calligraphy to be hung in public and praised?
Just now, Tong Zhisheng didn't want to write it himself. Now, let's let that vulgar martial artist know the calligraphy skills of Qilinzi of the Cai family, a heirloom of Yidong poetry and calligraphy.
Then I saw Cai Laoliu standing in front of the desk, then starting to straighten his clothes, and then looked around.
"Senior brother, can you please let someone light the incense? Otherwise, when you splash ink, you will always feel that there is a lack of atmosphere, and I am afraid that you will not be able to develop your brushwork..."
Gao Zhang's legs trembled, and he almost got a big dick slapped over him. He was so good at writing. With just one stroke of my evil beast, there was a lot of shit.
"It doesn't smell good. Should I write about it or not?"
"Chengchengcheng, write now..."
Cai Laoliu had no choice but to bite the bullet and splash ink.
Cai Laoliu wrote two paintings in one go, and after thinking about it, he wrote a third one. Of course, he had to get the signature and bronze stamp done, after all, it was his masterpiece.
He handed it to Gao Zhang who was standing aside. Facing Gao Zhang's puzzled expression and eyes, Cai Laoliu said with a serious look on his face.
"Anyway, senior brother, since I injured my leg, it will be hard for me to write, so he did it for me."
"Haha, then he thanked me..."
"You're welcome. Could you please help me hang it up?"
"Don't look back and wait for Senior Brother to do it yourself when he has free time." Gao Zhang rolled his red eyes angrily.
Watching the two guys hurried away with the calligraphy treasures in their respective legs, they must have asked for it to be framed.
Hang them on their respective bedsides to encourage and inspire them, and strive to become a role model for disobedient children and an example for rebels.
Gao Zhang helplessly shook his head, turned around and went back to the house. With a look of disgust on his face, he threw the roll of Cai Laoliu's calligraphy treasures signed with Cai Laoliu into the wastebasket.
Then he lazily slumped back to the couch and began to try hard to recall his thoughts that were interrupted by those two guys...
At some point, a light fragrance like orchid and musk came over him. As soon as Gao Zhang opened his eyes, he saw the charming and charming Miss Fang Baihua walking on the edge of the couch.
Seeing the obstruction between her and his eyes, Gao Zhang couldn't help but feel a little itchy in his legs. Fortunately, Gao Zhang realized in time that he was no longer a young man who needed to continue to pretend to be young for three to five years.
He coughed dryly and walked away. "Miss, why am I here?"
"Just now he saw Cai Liulang and Tong Dalang happily leaving with their scrolls. Could it be that I wrote some masterpieces for them?"
Facing Fang Baihua's watery bright eyes, Gao Zhangwei slumped back on the couch helplessly.
"That's not true. If only those two guys wrote out their own motto."
"Just them?" Fang Baihua snorted, her pretty face suddenly as bright as a delicate flower.
"Don't ask for laughter. Their motto is very realistic. If you don't believe me, show it to me."
Seeing that the beauty was happy, Gao Zhang moved to the couch, picked up the calligraphy treasure of Cai Laoliu that he had thrown into the wastebasket, and handed it to Fang Baihua.
Fang Baihua glanced twice, couldn't help but change her face, and whispered nervously.
"...Sir, don't they want to rebel?"
Gao Zhang immediately became happy, shook his head, lowered his voice and muttered in Fang Baihua's ear.
Fang Baihua looked dumbfounded and shook her head repeatedly. She didn't expect that those two weird-looking people had such weird ideas. Could it be that it was just like the saying goes: People with different looks must have different talents...
Gao Zhang looked at Cai Laoliu's handwriting and was amused for a long time, then let out a light sigh.
He quickly came to the wastebasket, stretched out his legs and dug out again, and took out the calligraphy treasure that Tong Zhisheng had signed with his copper.
I started to lay out the crumpled calligraphy on the desk.
Fang Baihua walked over with a confused look on her face, and couldn't help but be curious when she saw Gao Zhang's behavior.
"Sir, what should I do?"
"In that world, if there is no garbage, there will be misplaced treasures."
