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    After stepping into the traps of Ji Kexin and Lang Jianbai, Mo Xiaoyu really opened his eyes, he will learn from whoever he follows, and today he saw Lang Jianbai's cheeky kung fu at the wine table, so  I can say a few words on the scene.

    "What are you writing?" Mo Xiaoyu asked before walking to the desk, before picking up his pen.

    These words were asked to himself, and also to Long Dingtian beside him. At this time, Long Dingtian was standing beside Mo Xiaoyu, looking at the spread of fine rice paper and the wolf hair covered with thick ink.

    Before Long Dingtian could open his mouth, Mo Xiaoyu spoke again, "Boss Mei's peony fish fillet is the best delicacy I have ever eaten. In my opinion, it is no longer an ordinary dish, it is simply a work of art."  product, so, I will write two poems."

    At this time, the crowd gradually gathered around the table, wanting to see what kind of abilities this unknown young man has. Even Long Dingtian gave him face to watch him brush his ink here.

    Mo Xiaoyu closed his eyes before picking up the pen, and recalled the calligraphy and paintings of famous masters he saw in the calligraphy and painting area of ??the museum one by one. Gradually, these calligraphy and paintings seemed to be printed in his mind, and became more and more clear.

    This is also the time between breathing. From the perspective of outsiders, Mo Xiaoyu just took a big breath.

    Stepping forward, holding the Langhao brush in his hand, he filled the inkstone with thick ink again, and then lifted it up to hang on the rice paper. Although the thick ink is thick, it will drip down under the action of gravity.  Soon, a little ink gathered on the tip of the nose, and when everyone felt that it was about to fall, Mo Xiaoyu's pen quickly landed on the rice paper.

    Swipe a little bit, after a line of poetry, return to the inkstone to be filled with thick ink again, the whole process is only a minute and a half, before everyone reacts, two lines of poetry are done in one go.

    "Only the peony is truly national, and the capital moves when the flowers bloom."  Long Dingtian read slowly.

    Anyone with a little bit of culture knows that this is Liu Yuxi's poem "Appreciating Peonies" in the Tang Dynasty. However, what everyone values ??is not this poem, but Mo Xiaoyu's writing. Although it is regular script, the brushwork is comfortable and harmonious.  , the pen is soft and strong, with movement and stillness alternated, the pen is broken and the meaning is connected, and the flow of qi is connected in one vein.

    Even Lang Jianbai was a little impressed. He thought that Mo Xiaoyu could just copy, but he didn't expect this kid to learn how to play freely. Although this calligraphy does not seem to be of a certain school, it has the strengths of many schools.  , if given time, this kid might be able to create his own genre.

    "Professor Lang, now I have seen your eyesight. It really is amazing. Mo Xiaoyu has such writing skills at a young age and has a future. Look at this word, um, it's really good."  Long Dingtian kept praising.

    Lang Jianbai doesn't need to do anything at this time, just say a few polite words, and then quietly listen to everyone's praise. Long Youxuan saw Mo Xiaoyu standing aside at this time, neither happy with things nor sad with herself,  She was very calm, which made Long Youxuan sigh again. She was also about the same age, and her nephew was simply a prodigal son. It is said that a while ago, she made a girl's stomach big, so she had to take her to her home for delivery  went.

    Mo Xiaoyu waited for the ink to dry a little, picked up the calligraphy, went to Mei Wenhua, handed it with both hands, and said, "Boss Mei, I didn't mean it last time, so take this as my apology."

    At this time, Mei Wenhua was completely out of words, and saw that Mo Xiaoyu was so low-key, so he took it over and looked at it, and said with a smile, "You boy, there are two tricks, I keep my word, and I will give you free money when you come to my place for dinner in the future."  up".

    I don't know who started to applaud, anyway, when Mo Xiaoyu left with Long Dingtian and his party, there was a lot of applause.

    Long Dingtian brought the driver and was waiting outside the door all the time, so he left first by car, while Long Youxuan came by car and drove away by himself, while Mo Xiaoyu wanted to send Lang Jianbai back.

    "Xiaoyu, you are too adventurous today. What if the writing is not good, how will it end?" Lang Jianbai said with a frown as he got into the car.

    "Teacher, I have no choice but to be forced into a corner by Long Dingtian. If I don't write, Long Dingtian will definitely look down on you, and the things you have to do will be greatly reduced. Will Senior Sister speak for you?"  Thinking of Long Youxuan, Xiaoyu couldn't help asking.

    "Huh, this little girl is very good at filming. Don't think she is your senior sister. You have to be on guard against her. She is thoughtful and unsmiling, making it difficult to understand. She has learned painting from me for ten years.  Sometimes I don't know what she is thinking, it is said that Long Dingtian will ask Long Youxuan about many things, especially about politics, if Long Youxuan is not a girl, she may want to be in politics."  Lang Jian said plainly.

    Mo Xiaoyu was taken aback by Lang Jianbai's words. Could it be that Long Youxuan is still a counselor?  This is the first time I have heard of it. If it is true as Lang Jianbai said,Then such a woman is also the best, whoever marries such a woman, is there any way to live this day?  Every day is either calculating or calculating, and I must not be exhausted.

    "Well, I remember. By the way, teacher, at dinner today, you said I was like that, is that okay? If people find out about this, don't you laugh at me?" Mo Xiaoyu held back his words for a long time, and now he doesn't  People, it's finally time to ask.

    "You're talking about your transfer to study art, right? Let me tell you, not only do you have to say that in the future, you have to believe it yourself. Only when you believe it, others will believe you, just like what I said  Those, who will investigate, if you say too much, others will believe you, you are still a small character, no one will care about these things, besides, this is all to whitewash your future fame and fortune, you don¡¯t want to let  People have brought out your old bottom, right?"

    Mo Xiaoyu nodded and didn't speak, but subconsciously thought that what Lang Jianbai said was right. Although it was a bit disgusting, who's life is a blank sheet of paper?

    "Mo Xiaoyu, you have to remember that the winner's victory is your best protective coat. As long as you become famous in the future, who will pick up your old accounts? As long as you are strong enough, those things will be for you.  It's all slander and jealousy. In our literary and art circles, there are many such things. Even traitors are doing well now. It is common for a pair of words to sell hundreds of thousands. So, you are a person who is obsessed with art.  It depends on what you will achieve in the future?" Lang Jianbai squinted, leaning on the back seat and said.

    Mo Xiaoyu seems to understand, but he also understands that what Lang Jianbai said is true. This world is the world of the strong, and the weak have no right to speak. This is the truth.

    "I see, teacher, I must study hard. By the way, teacher, can I learn antique appraisal from Master Wen?" Mo Xiaoyu made another request.

    "Antique appraisal? Wen Yushan is a good hand. His family used to be a big antique dealer in the period of the Republic of China. There were many treasures in his family. However, his home was ransacked during the Cultural Revolution. After the policy was implemented, a lot of compensation was paid, but Wen Yushan  Yushan¡¯s old father died during the Cultural Revolution, and he didn¡¯t dare to keep these things, thinking that they would bring disaster, so he basically donated them to the museum. Many of the things on display in our museum belong to his family. You have to learn  , I have no objection, as long as he is willing to teach you."  Lang Jianbai said.

    "Teacher, I said how much it is worth, and I still want you to recommend it to me."  Mo Xiaoyu hit the railway while it was hot.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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