Xu Jia said angrily: "After drinking, one is drunk, one is to be drunk and die, and she lived and died in the wine tank for the rest of her life, and she could not sober until she died. The other is to be completely awake and see through life. Before she could finish her life, she tasted the taste of several lifetimes. I think the things written by these two kinds of people are particularly interesting. Guest, do you want to try it?"

The old man smiled and said with anger: "You're going to get hurt. Your teeth are sore. You're just so big. You're not embarrassed to think about learning from Aliang all day long."

Xu Jia said with confidence: "Miss likes Aliang so much, who else can I learn from him if I don't?"

The old man sighed: "Those who learn from me live, and those who die like me die. You have seen so many drunken ghosts and heard so many drunken words, but you can't even understand this principle?"

Xu Jia laughed and said, "I learned from Aliang, but I didn't learn from you."

The old man threw a wine glass over and said, "I know how to talk to me all day long!"

After Xu Jia gently took the wine glass, threw it high and returned it to the old man, he soon trotted and brought a pen for Chen Ping'an, "Leave some thoughts on it."

Chen Ping'an put down the wine bowl and said helplessly: "The words I wrote are not good."

Xu Jia rolled his eyes and said, "Can you crawl worse than Aliang's earthworms? Besides, those famous calligraphy masters in the world are different from those who are called stone-pressed toads, dead snakes hanging on branches, military generals embroidered flowers, and old women wearing armor?"

The boy whispered: "I'll tell you the truth. Any word on anyone above is not good. In front of Aliang's words, they are as beautiful as immortals! If you don't believe it, you can walk over and take a look."

Chen Ping'an still hadn't taken the brush for the time being, but he got up and walked towards the wall. From a distance, he looked just a white wall, without any ink treasures. But when he approached the white wall, he found that it was full of poems, chapters and warnings.

A wide range of things.

Some people's calligraphy stands out from the crowd, and is a cursive poem that covers a huge area.

Just like a cluster of flowers, the flowers compete for beauty, only one peerless beauty takes up all the scenery.

There are also incompatible handwriting, the most eye-catching one is a crooked line of big characters. Even Chen Ping'an felt it was unsightly, and the content was speechless. "When I think of so many girls waiting for me, my conscience hurts a little." The key is that at the end of the text, I also drew a smiley face and a thumb.

There is no need to doubt that it must be Aliang's handwritten handwritten, and most people don't have the shame to write these words.

Chen Ping'an held back his smile and turned around and asked, "Old sir, keep this too?"

The young man who helped to pick up the pen said sickly: "One of the time Aliang is shameless and said that he would erase a word and pretend that he paid off a jar of wine. Secondly, my lady likes this passage very much and thinks that Aliang is just praising her. My lady also used a jar of yellow wine to exchange a novel with a novelist's ancestor, which specializes in writing about her and Aliang's... The shopkeeper, what's the name?

The old man sneered: "Transatisfaction."
Chapter completed!