There are wolves on the star road: President, please step aside

There are a few modern girls who can write good characters, especially brush characters.

"I didn't expect that this young lady is still a master of calligraphy, so we all have to keep our eyes open and take a good look at it—clearly."

Meiling sarcastically said in a sharp voice.

Although she had never seen him before, she hated this man just based on the attitude of the Le family and his son.

There were a few people in the crowd who laughed in agreement, but most of them were paying attention to Xuxu's unfolding scroll and ignored Meiling's words, which made Meiling even more annoyed.

The reason why these people didn't meet the requirements was not because they really expected calligraphy and painting, but because it was obvious that the Le family and his son were defending Miss An. If they laughed at her, Qi would not give Le family face.

They are here to build good relations, not to feud.

The picture scroll was one meter long, and Le Tian and An Ning slowly opened the picture scroll from left to right.

'life?It is a birthday character. '

'It seems to be made up of many small characters? '

'Yes, yes, the font seems to be different? '

The calligraphy and painting were slowly opened, and people with sharp eyes could already see it.

A big Shou character stands in the middle, yes, this is a picture of "Hundred Shou" composed of 99 Shou characters written in different fonts and strokes.

What's even more rare is that the entire character "Shou" has its own typeface, and there is no sense of incongruity at all when it is spelled together.

Le's father's eyes lit up. He is also a person who has practiced calligraphy for many years. He also learned a lot of fonts, but there are still many fonts that he has never seen before, which surprised him.

"Wow, how many longevity characters are there? I have to count..."

"What font is this? I've never seen it before, but it looks very nice."

"…………"

The onlookers were very surprised. They were just planning to pretend to boast, but they didn't expect such a surprise.

Looking at a little girl in her early twenties standing aside, she can write such a character at this age, with so many fonts and brushwork.

What is even more shocking is the layout of the whole hundred longevity picture, which is a whole life picture!

At this time, an old man with gray hair and glasses stepped forward and carefully looked at the pictures of Baishou, one by one, and took out a magnifying glass from his pocket to observe the details carefully.

'Isn't this Su Shi, Mr. Su?When did you come? '

Some people didn't know this old man, so they hurriedly asked other people, and only after being introduced, they found out that Mr. Su was a master of calligraphy and was obsessed with calligraphy all his life.

He has amazing attainments in calligraphy, and he has lived up to the name of Su Shi.

Some people even commented that Mr. Su's handwriting is better than Su Shi's in the Northern Song Dynasty!

Everyone quieted down unanimously, waiting for Mr. Su to finish watching. As for the birthday banquet, Papa Le waved his hand to express that he didn't care.

There are birthdays every year, but the picture of a hundred birthdays is not very common.

Meiling stared closely at Mr. Su with wide eyes, hoping that the other party would give a bad review.

Meiling was very depressed. She didn't expect the other party's handwriting to be so good that even a layman could see it. The handwriting was really good.

The better the other party is, the angrier Meiling will be!
"It must be bad, it must be bad, bad, bad..." Meiling kept saying in her heart.

"This brushwork can still be used like this? Why didn't I think of it? What type of font is this, it seems to be a combination of two fonts..."

"Hahaha... good! good! good! great!"

Mr. Su finally finished watching, raised his head and laughed.

Meiling's heart went cold.

Stealing a chicken is not worth a handful of rice!

Instead, let her show off!
"Xiao Le, who wrote this picture of a hundred years of life, why didn't you tell me that you have a good word? If I didn't come here today, I still can't see it. I almost missed such a good word."

Le's father, who is called Xiao Le, is a little dumbfounded. He is almost 50, and he is still called Xiao Le.

However, the person in front of him can be regarded as having watched him grow up since he was a child, and he still dare not refute when he called Xiaole.

Speaking of his love of calligraphy and calligraphy, he was still influenced by this person.

However, although he loves calligraphy, he is busy with family affairs and doesn't have much time to practice calligraphy. It's not as good as Su Lao who has been obsessed with calligraphy all his life.

"Old Su, my son is already this old, don't call me Xiao Le anymore, be careful of jokes of the younger generation." Father Le corrected again helplessly, although he knew it was useless.

Sure enough, "You, Xiao Le, are really more and more boring as you get older. Isn't your name just a title? You were cuter when you were young." Mr. Su muttered angrily.

"Come on, Mr. Su, let me introduce you to the author of Baishoutu." Papa Le, who was considered cute, quickly diverted Mr. Su's attention, otherwise he didn't know what to say in a while.

"An Ning, come here, this is our calligraphy master, Mr. Su."

Papa Le beckoned An Ning to introduce him.

"Hi Boss Su—" An Ning bowed and saluted.

"You wrote this word?" Elder Su was a little unbelievable. It would take decades of practice to write such a word.This little girl is too young.

He thought that the person who wrote this word must be at least five or sixty years old, but he didn't expect it to be so young!
Is it really a genius?

"No, no, you have to write another one, and I have to see it myself." Elder Su demanded a little stubbornly.

"Mr. Su——" Papa Le saw that Mr. Su's dementia had occurred again, so he quickly dissuaded him.

This Mr. Su is good at everything, but he can't walk when he encounters good characters. I don't know what's wrong?
"Xiao Le, hurry up and prepare the four treasures of Wen Fang." Father Le was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

An Ning looked at the old man with white hair and beard in front of him, and looked at her with piercing eyes, and there was still a fire in his eyes.

An Ning had also heard about the old man's deeds just now, and couldn't bear to reject such a respectable old man.The other party's obsession with calligraphy can also admire An Ning.

An Ning looked at Le Tian, ​​and found that Le Tian was also looking at her with bright eyes, which shocked An Ning.

Ever since Le Tian saw the picture of Baishou, he was shocked, and when he came back to his senses, he looked at An Ning frantically. She surprised him so much!

Everyone around looked at her expectantly, except Mei Ling, who was staring at An Ning bitterly at this time, but An Ning automatically ignored her.

Finally, I looked at Elder Su who had been staring at her, hey!
It seems that if you don't write, you have to write!

Just write!

As soon as An Ning nodded, a rectangular desk was brought up, and was quickly laid down with pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

"I'll grind the ink..." Le Tian stepped forward to pick up the ink stick.

When he was a child, Le's father always asked him to sharpen ink when he practiced calligraphy. At that time, he was unwilling, but he didn't expect this skill to come in handy.

Lotte thought happily.

After the ink was finished, An Ning stepped forward to choose a wolf hair, and slowly dipped it in the ink.

Le Tian stood aside and looked at the side face of the other party, only feeling infinitely beautiful, and his heart was pounding.

The more you look at each other, the deeper your love will be. He thought, he really fell in love with her hopelessly.

"peaceful--"

After An Ning got ready, her expression became dignified, and Mr. Su and the others felt a sense of integrity and grandeur.

"Songhe Changchun, spring and autumn are not old, old and new, joy is long-lasting. After An Ning started to write, he finished it in one go.

An Ning wrote cursive script this time, with a sharp pen, and each stroke was as crisp as dancing with a sword.

As soon as the pen was written, Mr. Su jumped up and climbed on the table to look carefully at every place with the pair of presbyopic glasses.

Everyone was also watching, and some even took pictures of An Ning's writing with their mobile phones and posted them on the Internet.

An Ning didn't know at this time that she was drinking the juice brought by Letian.

Papa Le also gathered around the table to taste with everyone, nodding non-stop while watching.

Papa Le, I am so satisfied. If I marry such a daughter-in-law, it will benefit three generations.

Not only does he look good and has an outstanding temperament, but he also writes well.

Even if he is an amateur, he can still see that this kind of handwriting needs years of practice. Practicing handwriting is the best way to hone a person's character. People who can put their minds to practicing handwriting are not much worse in character.

The guests who came to the birthday banquet congratulated Le's father for his good fortune, and that his son and daughter-in-law-to-be are both so outstanding.

Papa Le smiled even more proudly, accepting everyone's compliments, because he felt the same way.

The banquet was in the form of an automatic meal. As soon as Le Tian left to pick up the meal, many girls gathered around to make connections. During the conversation, they all congratulated An Ning for finding such a good boyfriend, and they will be happy in the future.

An Ning didn't expect that everyone would be so misunderstood, so she quickly explained, but no one believed it.

"An Ning, if Mr. Le Jia wasn't your boyfriend, how could he be so considerate? Hey, I'm helping you with the food." A girl said with a smile, and motioned An Ning to look forward.

Le Tian, ​​who came back from picking up food, walked over, his face, eyes, and even his whole body exuded excitement and joy, and anyone could feel it.

An Ning couldn't refute, Le Tian's performance was a little... not clear.

"How about it, admit it, I will never be wrong, I am an expert in love." The girl was very proud when she saw that An Ning had nothing to say.

Seeing Lotte's return, the girls around also dispersed to make room for the two of them.

An Ning was a little entangled. She didn't think about it before but she didn't pay attention to it. Now that she thinks about it, it seems that Le Tian really treats her very well.

What about herself?
From the very beginning, she liked the sunny feeling on Le Tian, ​​which she lacked.

"An Ning, what are you thinking, let's have something to eat." Letian said while putting a handful of food in front of An Ning.

His movements are brisk, his smile is full, and his eyes are gentle.The food on the table is also her favorite.

Did the other party know her so well before she realized it?

An Ning had to accept this fact, she was too slow before, so obvious that she didn't notice it.

"Letian, why are you so nice to me?" An Ning didn't like to be procrastinated, so she decided to ask straightforwardly.

Le Tian raised his head in astonishment, seeing An Ning's serious questioning eyes, he felt a little nervous suddenly.

He didn't know if he should confess now.

"I like being nice to you!" Le Tian heard himself answer softly.

An Ning didn't answer, but still looked at the other party.

Le Tian was stared at by the other party's eyes and his heart was pounding. He swallowed and mustered up the courage to speak again.