I really don't want to live with the female president

After saying this, Xue Shanshui also realized that his emotions seemed not right.

The most important thing for a painter is to have a calm mind, a calm mind without fighting or anger.

The vast majority of things, generally speaking, do not affect themselves.

But today I don't know what's going on, I just want to prove myself, or in other words, this is not a proof, but I hope that I can stand on a high place and let myself be shrouded in light.

So Ye Cheng's rebuttal made him feel like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

Mr. Qingyuan?

How could this grandson of the Ye family be Mr. Qingyuan?

No one will believe this kind of thing.

Also, he didn't believe it.

"I'm not good at handwriting." Xiao Yi just wanted to be at home during the Chinese New Year, the family was happy, and he didn't want to create any embarrassing situation, so he smiled and waved his hands and said, "It's not ashamed."

Besides, Xue Shanshui's paintings are indeed very good.

As for who he was painting, he didn't really care much.

But if he puts the name 'Shen Chumo' on the painting, then he will naturally put pressure on Xue Shanshui.

"Look, I'll just say it." Seeing that Xiao Yi didn't even pick up the pen, Xue Shanshui laughed: "Mr. Qingyuan is a master of calligraphy. No matter how many people want to ask Mr. Qingyuan, he can't find a single line. Only Mr. Qingyuan's writing skills At the very least, it must be a respectable old gentleman."

"Xiaocheng, you just said that Xiaoyi is Mr. Qingyuan?" She Junhua looked at Ye Cheng and asked.

Ye Cheng nodded.

"Xiao Yi, then you can write two characters." She Junhua smiled and said to Xiao Yi: "Shan Shui also said it just now, if this painting can add your characters, that would be even better."

Grandma said so, Xiao Yi naturally has no reason to refuse: "Okay, then I will write two words."

He took the brush from Xue Shanshui, looked at him and asked, "What's the name of this painting?"

"Leng Meiren." Xue Shanshui subconsciously said.

Xiao Yi nodded, and then put the words 'cold beauty' on the lower edge of the painting.

The pen is vigorous and powerful, and the strokes are like the edge of a knife.

Moreover, Xiao Yi's writing is very casual and free and easy. Just the temperament displayed on him makes people know at a glance that his skill is definitely not low.

The self-confidence that came out naturally made people unable to help but look at Xiao Yi's writing.

Even Xue Shanshui couldn't help watching carefully.

"Good handwriting! Good handwriting!" She Junhua said full of praise.

"Let me take a look." Xiao Yi's uncle Ye Wenhua walked over, looked closely after he got closer, and soon he said in shock: "This word really looks like it was written by Mr. Qingyuan."

In the Ye family, only Ye Wenhua could say this.

Because Ye Wenhua is considered a civilian in the team, so he has done some research on these things.

Others, on the other hand, know nothing about calligraphy and painting and are not interested.

Xue Shanshui stopped talking.

Although Mr. Qingyuan's handwriting is not widely circulated outside, there are Mr. Qingyuan's handwriting on the Internet.

Many people are imitating Mr. Qingyuan's handwriting, but the best imitators can only imitate Mr. Qingyuan's shape, but not his spirit.

But the words written by Xiao Yi at this moment are almost indistinguishable from those of Mr. Qingyuan!

Shen Chu's red lips parted slightly, and she looked at Xiao Yi in surprise.

In the beautiful eyes, there are many splendors.

When he was writing just now, he looked like a master.

Also, charming.

"Are you really Master Qingyuan?" Xue Shanshui looked at Xiao Yi blankly, looking very shocked.

"I've already told you just now, but you still don't believe me." Ye Cheng grinned, feeling a little gloating.

Xue Shanshui stopped talking.

At his age, with his current achievements, he thinks he is already very good.

At least among young people, he is going to lead.

But I didn't expect Master Qingyuan to be so young——

To be honest, now Xue Shanshui doesn't know whether he should doubt or believe.

It's outrageous.

"Old Zheng, look at our two children, they are both outstanding, much better than us at that time." She Junhua smiled and praised the two to Mrs. Zheng.

Mrs. Zheng was also full of praise for Xiao Yi's handwriting.

After staying for a while, Mrs. Zheng and Xue Shanshui left.

"Sorry, can I take this painting with me?" Xue Shanshui's attention was always on the painting, or rather, the words on the painting.

When he asked, it seemed that he was asking about the Ye family, but he was also asking about Xiao Yi.

Xue Shanshui asked very sincerely.

In the end, Xue Shanshui got his wish and left with his calligraphy and paintings.

As soon as they left, the Ye family also surrounded them, asking Xiao Yi one by one.

Of course they are all asking about Mr. Qingyuan.

Xiao Yi could only admit it in public.

"Mr. Qingyuan was originally a name I chose casually, but it wasn't called this at first, but it was changed later." Xiao Yi said with a smile.

"Xiao Yi, what was it called before?" Xiao Yi's second uncle asked curiously.

Everyone also looked at Xiao Yi eagerly.

Xiao Yi coughed, rubbed his nose in embarrassment and said, "Forget it, why don't you say it, it's not very pleasant."

"Tell me, tell me." Ye Cheng also became curious.

"It's just a common name." Xiao Yi said, regretting that he mentioned it just now.

But everyone kept asking him to say that he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "The little monster hits Bumpman."

As soon as this remark came out, the living room fell silent instantly.

Pairs of eyes looked at Xiao Yi in a daze.

After Shen Chumo was in a daze for a short time, his pretty eyebrows and eyes couldn't help but curl up, his red lips rose, and his delicate face bloomed.

It turns out that Xiao Yi in the past was so high school two——

Soon, there was a burst of laughter in the living room.

On the second day of the new year, Xiao Yi lived very comfortably.

From noon onwards, Xiao Yi drank wine with several elders and peers like Ye Cheng. Due to the large number of people, one table couldn't fit, and finally they were divided into two tables.

At the main table, of course, was an old lady.

The old lady led the women and children to eat and drink. Today, the old lady was happy and drank a small glass of white wine.

Shen Chumo was dragged by the old lady to sit beside her.

On the other table were Xiao Yi's uncles, uncles, and cousins.

Ye Cheng was the most excited.

He knew Xiao Yi himself, and he was a comrade in arms who fought side by side. In addition, he always wanted to meet Xiao Yi again, but he never had the chance. This time, Ye Cheng completely let go at home, and all he wanted was to drink.

Drinking until two o'clock in the afternoon, the elders couldn't hold on anymore and went to sleep in a few guest rooms upstairs.

In the end, only Xiao Yi and Ye Cheng were left sitting at the table.

The old lady also sat at this table, looking at Xiao Yi kindly, her mood was unprecedentedly good.

Ye Cheng took out his phone and took a photo, and then sent it to a group on the phone.

After a while, Ye Cheng's mobile phone rang a series of notification sounds like a bombardment.