Entertainment: From Dragon Sleeve To Superstar

Mu Han returned to the villa.

Waiting for Liao Shengkan in the hall, he immediately smiled and greeted him: "Master, you are finished filming your film, are you coming back so soon?"

Mu Han nodded: "Come upstairs with me..."

"good."

Liao Shengkan quickly followed.

When Mu Han left in the morning, he had already agreed with Liao Shengkan. When he came back from filming, he would write two characters to Liao Shengkan and let him use it for operation...

And Liao Shengkan has been chasing Mu Han's side for this matter.

And Liao Shengkan is really anxious now.

Because he knew about a situation, Kong and Song, and Mr. Xu, left early today to see Mr. Guo.

In Mr. Xu's hands, there are also two characters of Mu Han.

Liao Shengkan had a strong premonition in his heart. It was very likely, this time there was a great possibility that he would commit suicide and see Mu Han.

After all, the last time Guo Lao had already expressed great curiosity, he wanted to know who wrote the words, but he was prevaricated by Liao Shengkan.

Liao Shengkan was a little worried, if Mr. Guo came here, would there be any changes in the matter of his agency.

Although it was settled with Mu Han, and this situation was also very suitable for Mu Han, Liao Shengkan was still a little worried.

He hopes that it will be more appropriate to start officially working with Mu Han now...

Mu Han took Liao Shengkan directly to the study.

Mu Han was busy with business affairs, Reba, Zhang Zaifeng, Song Cu'er, they were so witty that they didn't come with them.

Go to the study room.

There is everything in the study, Mu Han is very simple, splashing ink, brushing and brushing...

Soon the first character was written... The night without a bright moon and the flower dance solo, with poems and books in the belly...

It's two sentences.

Two sentences with very literary temperament and artistic conception.

Mu Han didn't have any deep meaning when he wrote it. He just thought of the phrase and wrote it...it was nothing more than to make money.

Although these two words are very good, the mood is very good, but at this moment, in fact, it is full of copper smell.

certainly.

In Mu Han's current state of calligraphy, as long as he writes, every word is so amazing, it makes people's eyes bright, there is an inexplicable momentum in it...

Liao Shengkan's eyes lit up and his face was already full of smiles...

Sure enough, he is an extremely powerful calligraphy master. Just a few strokes, and in such a short period of time, is already a valuable treasure.

Of course Liao Shengkan is also very clear.

Although this thing is valuable, it can't be too much.

He had already spoken to Mu Han tactfully about this situation, and Mu Han also understood this situation.

so.

Although Mu Han writes a picture very easily, he never writes too much. He must make things rare.

Otherwise, it won't. This time just write two characters and let Liao Shengkan use it for operation...

If you say that every word, no matter how much it is, is a high price, if there is more, a word of 2 million, with Mu Han's speed and ease, it can be mass-produced...

Then you still need to film what you need to do, and you don’t have to do anything, and you won’t be able to make money from painting.

certainly.

Although this situation will not happen, even if it will happen, Mu Han's play will still be filmed. Money may be something outside of the body, but rewards are fundamental, and Mu Han's most favored.

Write a picture.

Mu Han pondered a little, what did he write in the second picture?

Liao Shengkan stood by, waiting, and began to look at Mu Han’s study...

When I raised my head, I was instantly attracted by the picture of the sky hanging on the wall...

The whole person was dumbfounded.

This picture of the heaven is magnificent, and there is an inexplicable mood and momentum circulating in it...

Liao Shengkan feels more profound as he sees it...

After a while.

He suddenly felt the whole person and entered the world in the painting.

Around.

Some people don’t fly over their heads, there are golden dragons roaring...

"My God... this... this..."

Liao Shengkan's shocked scalp became numb, and his breathing stopped.

In this huge and indescribable world of immortals, he felt that he was so small, like an ant...

The most important thing is that Liao Shengkan could not imagine how this happened, how did he come into the world of painting, and how did he go back?

And in Mu Han's study, Liao Shengkan's expression was dull, as if his soul was out of his body, and his whole person seemed to be dead, with no life left...

but.

No one paid attention to him at this time.

Mu Han waved a few splashes of ink and started to write the second handwriting... Turning to battle for three thousand miles, one sword once blocked a million divisions!

The mood of a word is completely different from the previous one.

This picture is brilliant and domineering, with a heroic momentum...

Even the use of brushwork, Mu Han has changed...

After writing.

Mu Han glanced at it and was very satisfied. If compared with the previous one, the momentum is much stronger. Although this character does not show its highest level, it is quite good...

"Um... that's it."

Mu Han received the pen, only to realize that Liao Shengkan was strange, and shouted: "Lao Liao, what's the matter with you?"

Liao Shengkan trembled all over, woke up, his whole body was like a dream, dumbfounded...

"what happened to you?"

Mu Han was a little surprised, and asked again.

"me…"

Liao Shengkan froze for a long time, and didn't say why. He didn't know how to describe the shock he had just felt.

"Okay." Mu Han no longer asked: "The two characters are written, you can take it..."

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