Two women in a drama, Yang Haoran truly understood the meaning of this sentence for the first time.
When they were alone together, the two women treated Yang Haoran a little bit.
But now that they were together, Yang Haoran felt excessive enthusiasm. It is said that it is the most difficult to bear the kindness of a beauty.
So only a few hours later, Yang Haoran fled and took refuge in Ling Fusheng's company.
Ling Fusheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he learned about this. Although he liked Yang Haoran very much, he couldn't force this kind of thing.
In the office building of Ling Fusheng's company, Yang Haoran finally breathed a sigh of relief. As for how Ge Ling and Ling Yurou got along, it was none of his business. But what Yang Haoran couldn't imagine was that in the Ling family manor at this time
, Ge Ling and Ling Yurou are already like happy sisters.
The two sat together like old friends, laughing happily.
"Sister, it was so fun just now. Thinking of Yang Haoran running away makes me want to laugh."
Ling Yurou nodded in agreement: "Yeah, ever since I met that guy, he's been as good as 20,000 to 50,000 yuan. I thought he was really not afraid of anything."
Ge Ling chuckled and suddenly looked at Ling Yurou seriously.
"Sister, I just did it for fun. Judging from your appearance, do you really like this smelly Taoist priest?"
Ling Yurou shook her head quickly: "How is that possible? I just want to tease him."
"Then let's tease him next time?"
"Ahem, cough, okay, I'll listen to you."
Yang Haoran sneezed for no reason, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"There are always unscrupulous people who want to harm me. Who is thinking about me?"
Bored with chatting, Yang Haoran decided to go out for a walk. In the corridor, he heard bursts of cheers coming from the hall in the distance.
Yang Haoran walked over with the idea of joining in the fun, only to find that more than twenty people were gathered around a conference table in the hall.
An old man with a white beard is standing at the conference table and splashing ink.
Ling Fusheng stood beside the old man and kept cheering.
"Okay, wonderful! Master Lin really has great skills!"
Yang Haoran leaned over and discovered that the old man had written the four characters "Houde Zaiwu" and was finishing the writing.
There was another round of applause and cheers all around.
Yang Haoran glanced at the words, frowned slightly, and whispered: "These words are just neatly written, but they lack their charm and flavor."
Although Yang Haoran's voice was small, it was very clear, and both Ling Fusheng and Lin Baoguo heard it clearly.
Lin Baoguo immediately looked sullen, looked up and down at Yang Haoran with great dissatisfaction, and snorted coldly.
"What do you know at such a young age? How can a mere mortal like you comment on the beauty of calligraphy at will?
Today's young people are all impetuous and have no ability, but they still like to make random comments without fear of being laughed at?"
Ling Fusheng was inevitably a little embarrassed and quickly introduced him.
"Mr. Yang, this master Lin Baoguo is a director of the Great China Calligraphy Association. He has won many awards in national calligraphy and painting competitions. In particular, he copied the works of calligraphy sage Wang Xizhi to the point where the fakes are almost as real as the real ones. It is amazing."
Lin Baoguo looked proud and sneered at Yang Haoran.
"It's useless to tell him this. Today's young people probably don't even know how to hold a brush."
Yang Haoran didn’t mean to comment just now, but he didn’t expect to make a mess. 020 Novel Network
Especially Lin Baoguo's arrogant appearance made Yang Haoran very unhappy.
"Old man, just based on these few words you said, you can't write with the charm of being virtuous and virtuous, because you don't deserve it at all!
I’m just making a fact-based comment. It’s fine if you don’t accept it. It only shows that you are just an arrogant frog in the well and don’t deserve to be called a master!”
There was an uproar all around. The people watching were all well-known people in Huaiyuan City.
Today I heard that Ling Fusheng specially invited Master Lin Baoguo to write an inscription, so we all gathered together.
"What an arrogant young man. He can say such things. He really doesn't know what it means to respect teachers and respect morality."
"The more ignorant you are, the more unabashedly you speak. How can these impetuous young people be able to see the brilliance of Master Lin's calligraphy!"
Lin Baoguo was so angry that he trembled all over and pointed at Yang Haoran angrily.
"What qualifications do you have to criticize and criticize me? I have been immersed in calligraphy for more than fifty years, am I no better than an ignorant child like you?"
Yang Haoran sneered: "He who learns without success is a teacher. Some things may not become a master after a long time, and may even be a piece of rotten wood.
You regard the words you write as treasures, but as far as I am concerned, I only have three words to give you, so I don’t look down upon them!”
"You, who do you think you are? How dare you humiliate me like this?"
Ling Fusheng couldn't help being anxious and said quickly: "Master Lin, calm down, I believe Mr. Yang also said it unintentionally."
Yang Haoran sneered: "Old Ling, who said I was careless? I really don't like it, because I can also calligraphy."
In an instant, all eyes fell on Yang Haoran.
"Haha, you are so loud. Do you think that being able to write two characters is calligraphy? Today's young people are too impetuous."
"Calligraphy is all about hard work. How high can one achieve without time accumulation? Looking at this young man's age, he is at the beginning of calligraphy at most."
"Since you say you know calligraphy, why not write a calligraphy on the spot and let everyone taste it, and it will be clear at a glance which one is better and which one is worse."
Lin Baoguo was even more reluctant and handed the pen directly to Yang Haoran.
"Everyone is right. Words are useless, but the truth is behind the scenes.
Don’t you despise my handwriting? I’ll give you the pen and come on! I want to see what qualifications you have to criticize me.”
Ling Fusheng quickly stood between the two of them, looking embarrassed.
"Master Lin, why are you doing this? It's just a joke."
Lin Baoguo snorted coldly: "How can such a joke be made randomly? I want to see what kind of masterpiece he can write!"
Yang Haoran sighed and reached out to take the brush from Lin Baoguo's hand.
"Today is your fate, and you won't be convinced even if I don't show my hand.
Open your eyes and see how you should write this word!"
"Mr. Yang, do you really know calligraphy?"
Ling Fusheng asked in a low voice, and Yang Haoran rolled his eyes at him.
"Can I still deceive people? Get some paper and see how I write these four characters."
Ling Fusheng quickly ordered people to clear the conference table, and a piece of white paper was laid out in front of Yang Haoran, with two sides pressed down with rulers.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Haoran at the same time.
