Chapter 118

There was expectation in that look.

Feng Xian's thin lips moved, and was about to speak, but the girl next to her had already spoken: "What do grandpa want to see?"

Yu Huiyi smiled: "This kid, what do you mean is that as long as grandpa wants to see, you can do whatever you want?"

Qianmiao didn't say anything, and looked at the old man quietly.

The old man's eyes turned, and after touching Feng Xian's gaze, he smiled and said, "The child has already given me a generous gift. Now it's dinner time, so I won't let her go up and get busy. Let's have a meal."

The dark color in Feng Xian's eyes faded, he withdrew his gaze on his grandfather's face, and took the initiative to pick up vegetables for Qianmiao: "Listen to Grandpa."

Yu Huiyi was not very willing and said, "Dad, what gift did Qianmiao give you?"

The old man was happy and said: "This child knew that I loved writing, so he specially sent me a copy of the original work of an old calligrapher, and he was very interested."

"Old calligrapher?" Yu Huiyi thought. The old man didn't even say his name, and it was created by Tang Qianmiao, so he probably wasn't very famous.

She looked at Yun Ruyi at the opposite table across from the distance and said quietly: "What's the name of this calligrapher? How about comparing with Yuan Xin and Zhudanjing?"

The old man lowered his eyes and smiled, not intending to answer this question.

"It's not something that these minions can compare to." Qianmiao said lightly.

Yu Huiyi was stunned and looked at the elders next to her, all smiling faintly.

"Qianmiao, you don't know this industry. This bamboo mirror is the president of the National Calligraphy Association. He will come in a while. He will rub against the light of his grandfather. You can watch him write with your own eyes. Then, you will know who is the minion."

Feng Chuchu raised her eyebrows: "Yuan Xin is even more powerful. He... Anyway, you don't understand if you tell you. Shi Cheng'an will take him to perform on stage later. You can take a good look. Don't give away some insignificant works next time."

After saying that, she sighed, looking helpless and speechless.

Feng Xian frowned.

The old man spoke out: "Okay, watch the show well."

Just so happens that the people who come on stage are Shi Chengan and Yuan Xin.

On the stage, four women in ancient style were arranged in four corners, holding flutes, guzheng, pipa and guzheng, and slowly playing a low and elegant song.

Shi Cheng'an and a middle-aged man with a big belly were wearing a long robe and began to draw and write.

The painting is a picture of the Eight Immortals worshiping the birthday of auspicious words such as blessings in the East China Sea and longevity than in the South Mountain.

There are not many people present who truly understand calligraphy and ancient paintings, but they probably have an appreciation for art and are all quietly admiring it.

A more expert person will introduce the backgrounds of these two performers to the people around him.

Feng Chuchu smiled and looked at the old man: "Grandpa, Shi Chengan, in order to make you happy, has been studying with Teacher Yuan Xin for a long time. Do you think he is very considerate?"

The old man nodded with a smile, but there was deep thought in his eyes.

The next second, Feng Chuchu put away his smile and said to Tang Qianmiao: "Did you see it? This is the real calligraphy master. Isn't it an eye-opener?"

Qianmiao was drinking water. Hearing this, he glanced at her with a cold look, put down the cup, looked at the stage, and said carelessly: "The imitation is really good. You will definitely make a lot of money by using this skill to do some serious work. It's a pity that I won't have this opportunity in the future."

"You are really shameless. You can't compare to it. This is something Cheng'an contacted from the Calligraphy Association. Can there be any fake ones?" Feng Chuchu said in a sweet voice.
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