Chapter 100： Have an exchange?

Such a word appeared in everyone's hearts, and then Liu Ruyan looked at Chen Yi.

Suddenly stunned.

this!

Looking at Dong Chen at this time, how do you feel!

Is he more handsome than before? !

Is this her illusion?

"Boss Liu, are there flowers on my face?" Chen Yi smiled as Liu Ruyan stared at him.

"No......"

"Yes." The little **** her lap said suddenly, amused everyone.

Afterwards, Qu Yirun and Mr. Fang talked about business. Mr. Chen Yi was here in the town, and Mr. Fang gave up a bit of profit and was very kind.

"Boss Liu, do you still have Xiaodao Tea?"

Chen Bingyu asked. After that, Qu Yirun also looked at Liu Ruyan with anticipation. This little tea was really good, but Chen Yi bought a little last time and drank it long ago.

"I'm really gone, why don't you follow me to Xiaodaoshan tomorrow?"

"Huh? Xiaodaoshan?"

"It's also in the mountain city. This is where my grandfather stays. This old man guards Xiaodaoshan and produces some products. He must have stocks there, but I don't know if a few busy people have time."

Mr. Fang waved his hand first.

Qu Yirun also wanted to wave his hand, and was pressed by Chen Yi, "I think it's good to go out and relax. Don't just work, but live, go."

"Then, go?"

"Yes, go take a look." Chen Yi then looked at Liu Ruyan, "Boss Liu, I want to come, my old man's tea cellar, isn't it richer than yours?"

Liu Ruyan: "......"

Are you damaging me? Do you want to bring trouble to my grandfather?

Humph!

Afterwards, Liu Ruyan snorted in her heart. Chen Yi said it was right. There is a lot of good tea in the father's place, but...

The older the person is, the more weird the personality will be. Want to rely on money? People don't sell it if you push up your wealth.

When people are old, there are only a few years left, so what's the use of so much money?

The most painful thing in the world is that people die and money is not spent.

night.

Chen Yi was the host, and after a meal, Liu Ruyun directly opened up a new world.

At night, when Liu Ruyun yelled to follow Chen Yi, Liu Ruyan refused.

A joke, how can she not let her sister be taken away.

If this is to leave with Chen Yi.

Come back later.

I am afraid there is only one sentence: problems that can be solved with money are not considered problems.

And, she was the first one to solve it.

In the evening, Chen Yi and Chen Bingyu stayed directly in Qu Yirun’s villa.

This is the villa arranged by Chen Yi for Qu Yirun, and it is also the house of Tianlong Real Estate.

The next day, Chen Yi drove the Bugatti limited edition, Quyirun drove Ferrari, and Liu Ruyan drove the Maserati president.

Take Liu Ruyun together.

A few people drove on the highway, and Liu Ruyan's president took the lead, followed by Bugatti Limited Edition and Ferrari.

On the road

Everyone looked at such a small convoy and quickly moved away.

In less than an hour, the three of them arrived at Xiaodaoshan.

At this time, it was very popular.

"Huh?" Several people parked their cars at the foot of the mountain, and then looked at the exhibition in front of them, with doubts in their eyes.

"This is not where your old man lives?" Chen Yi asked Liu Ruyan, and Liu Ruyun came directly to Chen Yi's leg, pulling his pants, feeling like a bird.

"Yes, this mountain is covered by my grandfather, but it looks like it should be the Han cultural exhibition held by the high-level here, and this place was borrowed."

This incident is not once or twice. The old man is not interested in anything else, but is interested in Chinese culture, such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and tasting tea.

Not surprising.

"Let's go, let's go in and have a look, maybe we will meet the old man." Liu Ruyan took a few people in.

Entering the exhibition, walking for a while, everyone stopped and went, but opened their eyes.

Feel the charm of Chinese traditional culture.

I visited the Chinese history, modern celebrity paintings and calligraphy exhibitions, and inscriptions and rubbings exhibitions.

Later, I listened to Kunqu Opera and Peking Opera and other national quintessence, and listened to the calligraphy teacher's introduction of the historical evolution of Chinese characters.

After that, he went to the calligraphy exhibition area.

The wolf walks, the pen is thin, calligraphy is the traditional culture of China, and it is a wonderful work in the garden of China and even the world.

A calligraphy competition for copying copybooks is being held in front of me.

Many teenagers under the age of twenty are practicing calligraphy there.

By their side, an old man was guiding patiently one by one.

"Grandpa!" Liu Ruyan yelled, and everyone saw that this was Liu Ruyan's grandfather.

The old man looked at Liu Ruyan, his originally serious face was suddenly covered with a smile.

"Why did you come back? You brought this little girl back to me."

Chen Yi looked at the old man, with a face of national character, a long beard and gray, and he was 70 or 80 years old, but he was still energetic at his age, and he felt a bit old and strong.

"You teach them again?"

Liu Ruyan looked at a few teenagers. These were the disciples accepted by Grandpa and taught them calligraphy.

"Sister Ruyan is good."

"Sister Ruyan is good."

......

"Who are these?" The old man looked at Chen Yi and the others.

"This is my friends, this is Chen Yi..."

After the introduction.

Elder Liu looked at Chen Yi, "This young man is quite handsome and looks righteous, not bad."

Chen Yi smiled.

"Come on, come and experience calligraphy," said Mr. Liu.

"Master, this is a gift for you, the original Mi Fu." Liu Ruyan took out a calligraphy and painting and handed it to the old man.

The old man opened it and looked, and he was happy, "Yes, yes, or you have filial piety, knowing that I like this."

"Then I will accept it."

"Wait!" Liu Ruyan suddenly stopped the old man, and then a meaningful smile appeared on his face, "Master, what you taught me is courtesy."

"It's not the rule to have a relationship, isn't it?"

Father Liu suddenly blew his beard and stared. This rule is what I taught, but I didn't ask you to deal with me either!

But looking at the words in his hands, he was not willing.

"Tell me, what do you want."

"I have lost a lot of tea in my tea cellar recently."

"That's hard to say? Come to me for such a thing, you can just go to my tea cellar to get it, what's missing?" Old man Liu breathed a sigh of relief.

"The best Xinyang Maojian."

"The Supreme Taiping Monkey Kui."

"Superior West Lake Longjing."

Father Liu: "..."

"By the way, there is also the best red robe."

This sentence caused the old man to run away, "Impossible, I lost the key to my tea cellar! I can't open it anymore."

"Eh! That word!"

"This, this is my granddaughter honoring this old man, and it has something to do with you!" Old man Liu suddenly waved his sleeves.

Liu Ruyan: "......"???

Don't bring such fun!

There was noisy here, and Chen Yi and the others went shopping at the exhibition.

Event scene.

Seeing her trembling hand holding a writing brush, Liu Ruyun felt like she was about to cry. He was just a writing brush. Just grabbing it, how could she still tremble.

Moreover, the characters she wrote were as ugly as dogs crawling, and it was terrible.

She has learned everything from Xiaoqinqi, painting and calligraphy. She has no talent at all, and her sister and grandpa both have headaches.

Afterwards, she turned to look at Qu Yirun and Chen Bingyu beside her, and found that they were attentively copying the copybook, holding the pen calmly, and the fonts dignified and graceful. They seemed to have no troubles at all, and they were shocked immediately.

After all, Chen Bingyu and Qu Yirun have both studied.

"Brother, can you teach me how to write with a brush?" Liu Ruyun asked Chen Yi coquettishly for help.

Seeing her embarrassed look, Chen Yi repeatedly shook his head and laughed.

"Brother, you are not allowed to laugh, I will ignore you if you laugh again!" Liu Ruyun stomped her feet and said in embarrassment.

"Well, I won't laugh, I will teach you to write." Chen Yi walked behind her, holding her in one hand, and holding her white and tender little hand in the other.

This little girl looked happy, and was a lot quieter when teaching her with Father Liu or Liu Ruyan.

Also interested a lot.

"Hua Xia Chinese characters, there are eight basic strokes, namely'dot (,), horizontal (一), vertical (丨), pi (丿), 捺 (乀), fold (乛), bend (), hook (亅) ', also known as the'Eight Methods of Yong Zi'. If you want to practice calligraphy and write Chinese characters, you must first learn the Eight Methods of Yong Zi."

Chen Yi explained while instructing Liu Ruyun to write.

"Brother, are your writing brushes good-looking?" Liu Ruyun asked, looking up at him.

"It's still eye-catching." Chen Yi smiled slightly.

"Then brother, can you write one for me to see? I want to keep it away." Liu Ruyun said spoiledly.

Chen Yi thought for a while and was about to write.

Then he called Chen Bingyu, "Bingyu, go to the car and help me get the seal out."

"It just so happens that those are in the car." Chen Yi was amused. This was the last time I put it on it, but I didn't expect it to be used now.

next moment.

Suddenly a rather arrogant voice came from not far away: "Old Liutou, I think your apprentice's calligraphy is also average. I thought it was so powerful, it disappointed me too much."

"Old ginger, pay attention to your words." Old man Liu's face suddenly sank, and he wondered why this old guy came.

Liu Ruyan watched from the side and smiled wryly.

This old man Jiang and his grandfather didn't deal with each other on weekdays, and they were even more dissatisfied with each other. Maybe they were old and temperamental. From her point of view, what are these all about?

A disciple of Old Liu who was performing calligraphy flushed red, and looked a little shamelessly at the old man standing at his desk and the young man next to him.

Calligraphy is his pride.

Now he is ridiculed and looked down upon by others, which not only makes him feel insulted, but also makes him feel ashamed of his teacher.

"Sorry, I'm just telling the truth." Jiang Lao grinned indifferently, walked around in front of the other Liu Lao's disciples, and kept shaking his head, "General, fair, all fair."

His pretentious and arrogant comment instantly caused a group of Old Liu's disciples to be filled with righteous indignation. They looked at him angrily, thinking that he was deliberately humiliating them and humiliating Old Liu.

"Old man, so you should know how to calligraphy?" A student put down his pen, his face solemn, and said solemnly.

His name is Zhou Li, and he is the eldest disciple of Mr. Liu.

Although calligraphy cannot be compared with those famous artists, it is definitely not too bad. He won the second prize of the Ninth National College Student Calligraphy Competition.

Now, people say that his calligraphy is so good, how can he swallow this breath?

"I am a teacher's disciple, and my writing is better than yours. Doesn't it mean that my teacher is better than you or even older than Mr. Liu?" The young man standing beside Mr. Jiang said proudly.

Zhou Li looked at the teenager who was talking, and naturally recognized him. This person was the first prize.

Zhang Zhiwen!

It's just that, it was before, and now it's not necessarily the one who will kill you!

"Then please brush your pen and ink and let us have a glimpse of the style, how about?" Zhou Liqiang suppressed the anger in his heart, and said solemnly.

"I just meant it!" Zhang Zhiwen sneered with his head up, feeling a little helpless in his heart, but after all, it was his teacher's meaning, and he could only execute it.

Who knows what it means for these two old men to fight.

Then he walked to a desk, picked up a handful of wolf hairs, and began to write freely on rice paper.

The rest immediately stopped their movements and watched.

Liu Ruyun also pulled Chen Yi and the others over.

"Hi!"

When they saw Zhang Zhiwen's "Preface to the Collection of Orchid Pavilion" floating on the paper, everyone around the audience was shocked and looked at him in astonishment.

Damn it!

Is this calligraphy written by a teenager?

In an instant, the students in the audience were dumbfounded!

The writing is also great!

Even Father Liu and Ruyan Liu were also taken aback.

Unexpectedly, he was able to write Huaxia's lines so well and at such a high level for a young man of such an age. Looking at his characters, the dragon and the phoenix dance, the pen is the dragon and the snake, the force is vigorous, and he can do it in one go. He is definitely a master of calligraphy.

"How about it, should I write this? Isn't it better-looking than what you wrote?" Zhang Zhiwen finished writing the last word, waved his pen, put down the wolf's hair, glanced at everyone, and said with complacency.

The old disciples Liu who had been extremely dissatisfied with Zhang Zhiwen suddenly turned red and could no longer speak.

Zhou Li, who had always believed in him, also stood by silently, his face blushing and changing, and his heart was ashamed and angrily.

However, he is already the master Liu's disciple in calligraphy, even he is no better than Zhang Zhiwen, what else can he do now?

Could it be that Zhang Zhiwen and old man Jiang stomped on them, then walked away, and then returned to publicity, turning his teacher into a big laughing stock?

He is not reconciled!

But he can do nothing!

"Master Liu, I don't know if you have any classmates who are better at calligraphy. Try it with me so that I can appreciate the style of your school." Zhang Zhiwen smiled at the old man Liu and said.

Mr. Liu's face twitched slightly, a little embarrassed.

It is clear that Zhang Zhiwen is deliberately provoking and kicking the gym to demonstrate his excellence.

This must be the meaning of Old Man Jiang.

It's really hateful!

But he was helpless, because Zhang Zhiwen limited the scope of the competition to the scope of the students, and he couldn't end up with a teacher.

"Your calligraphy is so good, I am very happy. Because it shows that you have a pretty good research on it."

"However, the calligrapher focuses on stability, and competing with others is not in line with the literati's heart."

"If you are eager and want to discuss, it is because your master is not high-level, so you can't guide you, why don't you come to me?"

Mr. Liu said with a smile, calmly.

Zhou Li and others repeatedly called great.

Mr. Jiang almost yelled at him!

Old Liutou, are you special!

Recognize counseling, recognize counseling, who is not good at scolding!

Liu Ruyan next to him also chuckled. The old man's remarks can be said to be a force to break through, easily turning Zhang Zhiwen's provocation into a mockery of Mr. Jiang.

Not only has it resolved the embarrassment that everyone is currently facing, but also showed off his brilliant pen, which is extremely wonderful.

Zhang Zhiwen was a little annoyed, but he didn't expect that his provocation would be so easily resolved.

Mr. Jiang's expression was even more ugly.

He chuckled, and said, "Famous teachers make great students. Since you are so powerful, then why is there no one under your student who can compare to my disciple?"

As soon as he said this, everyone's expressions became hard to look at.

Even Old Man Liu couldn't find a good excuse to explain.

The atmosphere suddenly became a bit stagnant.

Seeing their speechless appearance, Zhang Zhiwen began to smile triumphantly, because he finally gained the upper hand again.

Elder Liu looked at Liu Ruyan and gave her a look.

Liu Ruyan: "......"

Calligraphy, I know how.

but!

I am more proficient in tea ceremony! Calligraphy is at Zhou Li's level, and he can't beat others.

At the moment, her neck shrank and she was silent.

She has been challenged, and she is also defeated.

Mr. Liu suddenly let out a cold snort.

Not promising!

Give up if you don't fight!

You can be beaten to death, but you can't be scared to death!

"Brother, don't you know how to calligraphy? Can you communicate with this brother?" Liu Ruyun looked at her sister's eyes and asked Chen Yi.

After a word, Liu Ruyan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Me?" Chen Yi smiled, "Also."

"you?"

"Who are you?"

Old Jiang looked at Chen Yi and looked at his youthful appearance, suddenly wary.