Chapter 126 The paintings are all ugly, how can the writing be better?【
Chapter 126 The painting is ugly, how can the handwriting be any better [2 updates]
Author: Carrot to Heaven
Coke, wearing a top hat, walked boldly at the front, clearing the way for Yan Jiu and others.
Both Jiang Azi and Meng Niang were wearing loose staff uniforms, and even with masks on their faces, they couldn't hide their stunning looks.
Guan Zian and She Liang followed closely behind.
She Shan, invisible to others, held up her mobile phone to introduce the one-day banquet tour to the mountain god in Huanyun Mountain.
Huang Xiaoqiang’s family fell at the back of the queue.
A different kind of team successfully attracted everyone's attention, and everyone turned their attention to it.
When Chu Nian, who was in Chu's father's arms, saw Yan Jiu, she clamored to get out and ran to Yan Jiu's side.
Yan Jiu raised her head high: "Our little princess Niannian is even more beautiful today."
Chu Nian, who was wearing a princess dress, giggled. She pointed at Coke with her little hand. Yan Jiu instantly understood Chu Nian's little thoughts and put it on Coke's back.
At this time.
The Chu family also walked up to Yan Jiu.
Chu's mother sighed: "Ah Li said you didn't like those cumbersome skirts. I thought he was talking nonsense."
Yan Jiu is wearing gray clothes and gray trousers.
The casual suit was worn loosely by Yan Jiu,
Yan Jiu told the truth: "Wearing a skirt is not convenient."
In order to maintain a small image.
She didn't say anything that would make it inconvenient to fight.
Father Chu handed Yan Jiu a glass of wine: "Dad will introduce you to some uncles."
Yan Jiu nodded.
He looked back at Jiang Azi and others.
Jiang Azi made an OK gesture with understanding, and the team supporting Yan Jiu dispersed immediately.
Everyone watched blankly as Yan Jiu, who was neither humble nor arrogant nor timid, followed Dad Chu to recognize people.
Yan Jiu dealt with it with ease.
Everyone who has met Yan Jiu has only one thought: Good guy, this aura is a replica of Chu Huaichong!
Just when Yan Jiu was in the stage of identifying people.
There was a commotion in one corner of the banquet.
Yan Jiu raised her eyes: "She Liang, what's going on?"
She Liang, who was stuffing abalone into his mouth, was reminded by She Shan and shook his head without raising his head, indicating that he did not know.
Yan Jiu looked at Meng Niang.
Meng Niang peeled shrimps for Chu Nian and Coke: "It seems that Brother Guan's fan caused the incident. He was surrounded by several old people. Does the curator want to take a look?"
When Yan Jiu walked over.
Jiang Azi stood in front of Guan Zian like a hawk protecting a chicken: "Don't think about it. Brother Guan is the financial accountant of our library. Want to poach him? Maybe in the next life!"
"A talent like him should go to the Painting and Calligraphy Association! Instead of staying in a small painting studio!"
"The brush strokes are broad, simple, and vigorous. At first glance, he is a master of calligraphy. To be just an accountant is to overwhelm the talent!"
"As long as you ask, I, the president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, will give it to you!"
Guan Zian is wearing a mask.
Outsiders cannot see his expression.
All he knew was that he looked across the crowd and towards his brand new paper fan that had been taken away.
Only Yan Jiu knows.
Guan Zian looked serious as he was thinking about how to prosecute so that he could stand on the most powerful side.
Yan Jiu was speechless for a moment, then spoke for her funeral parlor: "We are not a painting studio."
The old man holding the paper fan said tremblingly: "Not even a painting studio? How can you hire a calligrapher like him!?"
Yan Jiu: "..." If I told you that I didn't invite you, would you get angry on the spot?
Guan Zian reminded: "You will be legally responsible for robbing other people's property without their permission."
Everyone: You know the law.jpg
The old man was still immersed in the joy of discovering the treasure and did not pay attention to Guan Zian's words: "This good calligraphy is completely comparable to Guan Zian, Guan Zhuangyuanlang, a great calligrapher in the Ming Dynasty. Your surname is Guan, are you a descendant of Guan Zian?"
Guan Zian said truthfully: "No."
The old man was talking to himself, and he couldn't help but sigh: "The texture of this fan is new. If the texture of the fan had been any older, I would have mistaken it for an antique. Good calligraphy, good calligraphy!"
However, Guan Zian rarely said seriously: "That's because you haven't seen the words of my mentor."
This time.
The old man noticed what Guan Zian said.
He nodded seriously.
To be able to teach a person like Guan Zian, his master must be extraordinary, but there is no one in the calligraphy and painting association who can serve as Guan Zian's master.
You know it without even thinking about it.
Another hidden calligraphy master.
The old man suddenly felt a little lucky that he came to attend the Chu family's banquet. Otherwise, he would not have met Guan Zian and such a good hand.
He thought about it.
Look at Guanzi Anshi.
I found that the other party was looking at Yan Jiu with bright eyes.
Follow Guan Zian's line of sight.
The old man looked at Yan Jiu: "Are you his master?"
Guan Zian: “!?”
Yan Jiu told the truth: "No, my calligraphy is not as good as his, but my painting skills are relatively high."
Guan Zian: "..." You are still not confident when you should be confident, and you are confident when you shouldn't be.
The old man was delighted to see Hunter: "Can you let me have a look?"
Yan Jiu said generously: "I can just draw one for you!"
Guan Zian deliberately stopped it.
However, Yan Jiu's hands were itchy and she wanted to improvise.
Guan Zian had no choice but to give up and follow Yan Jiu to see how he would perform.
Everyone saw the excitement.
They all gathered around.
Chu's mother said happily: "Xiaojiu can also draw? What style do you want to draw? Mom will ask someone to prepare the materials."
When Yan Jiu spoke, it aroused many thoughts: "In order to better match the temperament of the old man, let's do traditional Chinese painting."
Guan Zian: "..." Listening to this relaxed tone, I might have thought that you have a wide range of interests.
He turned away silently.
He took a deep breath, and when he turned around, he was still the same official who remained calm when the storm was approaching.
Yan Jiu's pen was stained with some ink, and the very fine tip of the pen slid like a dragon on the rice paper.
A masterpiece was quickly completed.
Only seen.
On the scroll is a large piece of blurred ink, with an eye-catching stick figure above the ink stain.
Yan Jiu said modestly: "I'm showing off my ugliness."
Everyone: "..." It's really ugly!
The old man watched the whole process, but he didn't expect that Yan Jiu's confident masterpiece would be such a painting.
He thought he had seen it wrong.
The old man took off his glasses and rubbed his presbyopic eyes. When he looked again, he found that he was still uniquely ugly.
Everyone's colorful faces are exactly the same.
Everyone is suppressing laughter.
They looked at Yan Jiu as if they were laughing.
Although Chu's mother also felt ugly, she would not point it out to her face. She only said: "Thank you for your hard work, Xiaojiu."
Dad Chu nodded: "Not bad."
Mr. Chu and Mrs. Chu looked at each other.
They all agreed that as long as they were not embarrassed, others would be embarrassed, so they all puffed up their chests.
Yan Jiu became more and more confident.
Just when everyone couldn't help laughing.
Guan Zian couldn't stand the expressions on these people's faces, so he said, "Director, please mention one more word."
Yan Jiu snapped her fingers: "That makes sense."
Everyone laughed inwardly.
The paintings are so ugly that I can't look straight at them.
How can the writing be any better?
And when Yan Jiu put pen to paper again.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
I saw a small poem on the left side of the masterpiece, "When you stand at the top of the mountain, you can see all the small mountains."
The verses are not the key, but the flowing clouds and flowing water, the iron paintings and silver hooks, and the charming and vigorous words are.
Everyone was numb.
How could someone have such ugly paintings and such good calligraphy? Is it normal to be so contradictory?
Yan Jiu didn't know the thoughts of the people present.
She looked at her work.
Regretfully: "It's a pity that I haven't practiced calligraphy for a long time, so it's a bit lacking."
Everyone: "..." Do you have cognitive impairment!?
