Mr. Gu, my wife has blocked you.

When the long table was set up, everyone started talking about it.

One person said, "I seem to have seen Miss Song's handwriting."

"Where have you seen it? How did you write it?"

"It seems that at a calligraphy exhibition, teacher Ma Ping'an and Ma's works included her works."

Another person said, "Ms. Song is Teacher Ma's direct disciple. I have seen a group photo of them at Teacher Ma's house."

"I'm going to be my direct disciple? Then she must be very good at calligraphy. Isn't Qiao Ruoxing going to embarrass you?"

"She came up with the writing herself. It's embarrassing because she came up to do it."

"I even doubt whether Qiao Ruoxing can use a writing brush. You see, she is so superficial. She has nothing to do with music, chess, calligraphy and painting. How can dancing on stage be better than writing? There is nothing to show off."

"After all, she is the ex-granddaughter-in-law of the Gu family. When she dances in front of everyone, isn't she just like an actor? She has to save face, right?"

"What kind of dignity does she have as an illegitimate daughter? I didn't expect her to have the dignity to attend the birthday banquet. She doesn't think it's embarrassing, so what's the point of dancing?"

"Isn't she an actress? I heard she's already filming."

Someone joked, "She suits her well as an actor. That smile on her face is definitely worth money."

Gu Jingyan's brows have never relaxed since he started setting up the long table.

He had seen Qiao Ruoxing write, and he couldn't say he was bad at it, but he was definitely not the best in calligraphy.

If she writes alone and doesn't compete with other calligraphers, it won't be too ugly if the old lady helps her to say a few words.

But now Song Jiayu also wants to write. If two people write, everyone will naturally compare them. If the writing is good or bad, it can be seen at a glance, and no one can help her.

Gu Jingyan pursed his lips, walked up to Qiao Ruoxing, and whispered, "Whenever I cough, just pretend to vomit."

Qiao Ruoxing? ? ?

Gu Jingyan glanced at her, "Being pregnant with your ex-husband's child after divorce is better than losing to others in writing and being embarrassed."

Qiao Ruoxing's eyes twitched, "I think the former is more embarrassing."

Gu Jingyan...

"Besides," Qiao Ruoxing lowered her voice, "How do you know I must be the loser?"

Gu Jingyan said, "It's not like I've never seen you write before. Don't I know your level?"

Qiao Ruoxing snorted, "There are still many things you don't know," she paused and looked at Gu Jingyan, "Why don't we make a bet? If grandma is more satisfied with what I wrote today, you can follow me to the housing authority. The house has been transferred, and you pay the transfer fee."

Gu Jingyan's eyelids twitched and he said bluntly, "I won't bet."

"Can't afford to lose?"

Gu Jingyan said calmly, "Money can afford to lose, but people can't afford to lose."

Qiao Ruoxing narrowed her eyes, "Cowardly man!"

Soon, a long table for on-site writing was set up.

Uncle Qin said warmly, "Miss Qiao, Miss Song, please."

Qiao Ruoxing stopped talking to Gu Jingyan and stepped forward.

The colors of their clothes are similar, but their temperaments are completely different.

Song Jiayu has long hair shawl, a small face as big as a palm, light facial features, and not heavy makeup, she looks very clean, like the kind of first love face that men like, plus she has a very good temperament, if you stop there, Like a magnolia flower standing pretty on the branch, elegant and gentle.

And Qiao Ruoxing's hair was in a bun, revealing her entire delicate face. Her skin was like gelatin, and her eyebrows were like distant mountains. Her facial features with makeup were quite intensely beautiful, like the most proudly blooming peonies in the garden, extremely delicate.

They all have their own merits, but after seeing the beauty and fragrance of peonies, magnolias seem a bit dull.

Song Jiayu turned to Qiao Ruoxing and asked, "What does Miss Qiao want to write?"

Qiao Ruoxing said, "May your life be as long as Nanshan."

Song Jiayu said warmly, "Then I'll write about blessings like the east sea, just enough to make up a couplet."

Qiao Ruoxing nodded, "Okay."

Qiao Ruoxing picked up the brush, moistened the ink, leaned over and started writing.

Song Jiayu lowered his eyes and began to write.

Shen Qingchuan watched the two people's writing movements and whispered to Gu Jingyan next to him, "Isn't it true that my sister-in-law has tenosynovitis? Her hands are shaking like that. Can't she write a bunch of caterpillars?"

Gu Jingyan frowned and said angrily, "Shut your crow mouth."

Shen Qingchuan...

Song Jiayu looked like Lian Jiazi at first glance, and his writing was smooth and flowing. After a while, a word was written.

Shen Qingchuan stretched his neck and took a look.

Song Jiayu writes in running script. The characters are windy and wild, with long waves and big strokes, ups and downs, twists and turns, and full of charm.

Even someone like Shen Qingchuan who doesn't know calligraphy has to admit that this handwriting is quite beautiful.

Look at Qiao Ruoxing again.

The hand was still shaking.

It’s over.

It's over. It's over.

This time I will definitely lose.

Shen Qingchuan pondered, "Why don't you pretend to fall and pour wine on your wife's face? Cheating is better than losing."

Gu Jingyan pursed his lips, picked up the wine glass next to him and handed it over, "Here you go."

Shen Qingchuan looked at the wine in his hand, then at Qiao Ruoxing, pursed his lips and put the cup back, "I have thin skin and tender flesh, so I can't resist a beating."

Gu Jingyan snorted, "Cowardly man."

Shen Qingchuan...

Zhong Meilan glanced at Qiao Ruoxing's handwriting and glanced up at Mrs. Chen.

Mrs. Chen immediately understood, "Miss Qiao, it's just four words. How long does it take to write? Miss Song has been writing for a long time."

Qiao Ruoxing didn't raise her head, or even pause her pen. She just said lightly, "Is there a prescribed writing time?"

Mrs. Chen smiled and said, "Of course not, it's just that this paper is handed in early and late, and the handwriting doesn't change. It's procrastinating, isn't it boring?"

Song Jiayu spoke out, "Aunt Chen, calligraphy requires a calm mind and steady writing. Please don't disturb Miss Qiao."

Mrs. Chen covered her lips and smiled, "Her hands are shaking like a sieve. Is there any room for interruption?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Just from the way Qiao Ruoxing wrote, everyone felt that she was destined to lose.

The old lady raised her hand and whispered, "Don't make any noise."

Mrs. Chen just shut up.

It took Qiao Ruoxing a few minutes longer than the Song family to finish writing.

She stood up, put down the brush, raised her eyes and said, "I'm sorry for waiting for you all. I haven't practiced for a long time, and my hands are raw."

The old lady smiled and said warmly, "It doesn't matter. The longer you write, the more careful you are."

The old lady's words were a bit biased.

But she couldn't deceive her because the people were not blind.

Two on-site waiters picked up the two people's words and displayed them.

As soon as Song Jiayu's words caught their eyes, everyone was amazed.

"The words are just like the person who wrote them. The words are so beautifully written."

"Famous teachers give birth to great disciples, which brings disgrace to Teacher Ma's name."

"You're not old, but your skills are quite a lot."

Everyone was full of praise for Song Jiayu's words. When their eyes fell on Qiao Ruoxing's words, everyone fell silent.

It's hard to say what kind of body she has. She's not ugly, but she's good-looking. With Song Jiayu's comparison, it's really hard to say she's good-looking.

Gu Jingyang laughed without giving up, "This is also called calligraphy. Even Mrs. Chen's Yaomei'er, who has just entered the first grade of junior high school, writes better than this."