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[The host’s current remaining reputation value: 8.9 million!]

Seeing more than eight million reputation points in the system, Zhang Xiao opened the exchange mall.

I spent one million reputation points to exchange for "Anthology of Tang Poetry and Song Ci", and then spent another six million to exchange for god-level calligraphy skills.

As the saying goes, if you do what you like, you can win everything. Since the mother-in-law and others like it, that's what I'll do.

"What's wrong with you?" When the crew was about to get out of the car, Yang Mi curiously raised her hand and waved it in front of Zhang Xiao, asking: "Why are you giggling suddenly?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of what gift to give to your parents." Zhang Xiao said with a smile.

"What are you going to give?" Yang Mi reminded: "Don't give anything expensive!"

She knew that Zhang Xiao had some money now. If it were another family, it might not matter how expensive you gave her, but the Yang family was a bit special.

"It's not expensive, don't worry, I know it well." Zhang Xiao said with a smile.

Yang Mi smiled and nodded.

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The original filming cycle of "Nirvana in Fire" was four months. Due to the outstanding performance of Zhang Xiao and other actors, the filming progress was accelerated and the cycle was shortened. The filming can be completed in about three months.

Originally, everyone thought that this Spring Festival could only be celebrated in Hengdian. After all, this is a common occurrence for actors.

However, Zhang Xiao and Yang Mi, as the investors behind the scenes, decided to take a three-day holiday after discussing with directors Kong Sheng and Li Xue.

This made everyone in the crew extremely happy. The Spring Festival is a traditional festival in China. It is an annual member time, and everyone wants to go home to celebrate the New Year.

After this notice was sent, Yang Mi immediately found Zhang Xiao and invited him to go home to celebrate the New Year.

Of course, Zhang Xiao did not refuse, since he had already been there once.

The night before the two were going back to Yang Mi's house for the New Year.

In the room where Zhang Xiao and Liang Mi were, Zhang Xiao held each other's hands and pushed them forward, making a 'click-click' sound on his knuckles and arms.

In front of him was a table with rice paper as white as snow and all the four treasures of the study.

Yang Mi on the side, while helping to grind the ink, looked at Zhang Xiao with some worry and asked: "Is it possible?"

"Of course, you don't have confidence in me that much?" Zhang Fan replied with a smile and stretched his waist.

I spent 7 million reputation points in exchange for god-level calligraphy skills, so there is no problem writing a copybook.

Yang Mi took a deep look at Zhang Xiao, pursed her lips, and said, "It's not that I don't have confidence in you."

"Let me tell you, my dad is an amateur calligrapher. His calligraphy is very good. If you don't have something, it's really hard to use it."

Obviously, Yang Mi didn't believe it. Generally speaking, calligraphy was only a hobby for those whose families were a little richer, and people from scholarly families were more interested in it.

And if you want to practice calligraphy, it will definitely be impossible without ten or eight years of hard work.

And Zhang Xiao, didn’t he say that he was an orphan? How could he know calligraphy?

If Zhang Xiao hadn't always been confident that he could do it, Yang Mi really didn't want him to write calligraphy so late at night.

"Honey, just keep your heart in your stomach." Zhang Xiao said confidently.

Just kidding, I am a person with god-level calligraphy. After writing it and presenting it to my father-in-law, he would be sorry for my ability if he didn’t frame it.

After Yang Mi tried to persuade her to no avail, she had no choice but to give up and grind her ink with peace of mind.

After everything is ready.

Zhang Xiao picked up the brush and started writing vigorously.

After he triggered the god-level calligraphy skills, his whole body exuded a free and elegant atmosphere. If he were to wear ancient clothes at this time, he would be a handsome young man with both civil and military skills.

Yang Mi stood aside and watched Zhang Xiao's writing seriously. She had a pleasant feeling, as if Zhang Xiao was not writing, but performing, with an indescribable charm about him.

Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Xiao placed the brush on the pen holder. After looking at his work with satisfaction, he nodded and said: "Well, that's it."

Hearing Zhang Xiao's words, Yang Mi curiously walked to Zhang Xiao and looked at the poems that were not yet dry on the rice paper.

"The snow-capped mountains are covered by long clouds in Qinghai, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance."

"The yellow sand will wear the golden armor in a hundred battles, and the Loulan will never be returned until it is broken."

"What a poem, what a poem!"

After reading it silently in her mind, Yang Mi couldn't help but admire it.

The ambition in the poem is exactly what his father, who was a soldier, yearned for. He vowed not to return home until he defeated the invading enemy.

A hundred years ago, a powerful enemy invaded and wanted to capture our country's territory.

Yang family.

It was at that time that China began to resist the frontiers, and finally successfully drove back the foreign enemies. China reformed again, and this is how it prospered today.

And the men of the Yang family have always joined the army for generations.

Even though Yang Mi did not join the army, the influence she received since she was a child is there. Even though she was pampered as the apple of her eye and allowed her to develop such a cold temperament, she still has some pride in her heart.

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"The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken." Yang Mi repeated this sentence several times.

It was obvious that she liked these two lines of poetry very much. Then she looked at the font carefully and found that the words written by Zhang Xiao actually had an elegant feeling.

Just looking at this word, I seem to be able to recall Zhang Fan's free and easy mood when he wrote it just now.

"hiss!!!"

After Yang Mi took a breath of cold air, she looked at Zhang Xiao with a shocked face, and couldn't help but praise: "It's amazing."

She was really pleasantly surprised. She discovered another skill of Zhang Xiao's. He could write calligraphy so well. She had already experienced his poetry ability.

I didn’t expect it, I really didn’t expect it!

"It's not bad!" Zhang Xiao smiled and said proudly: "I haven't written this for a long time. This word is not the most satisfactory to me, but it should be enough for giving as a gift!"

“It’s totally enough, okay!”

Seeing Zhang Xiao's self-confident and arrogant look, Yang Mi couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, but she still said firmly: "If my dad sees this copybook, he will definitely frame it and hang it up."

"Maybe he will show off in front of his old friends!"

Zhang Xiao smiled and said: "Come on, the ink is now sixty or seventy percent dry. Let's put it aside to dry. I will write another one for my mother."

“It’s great to dig in, great!”

Yang Mi was very excited when she saw that Zhang Xiao wanted to continue writing.

If she had previously suspected that Zhang Xiao was cultivating his sentiments and writing casually at night, now she completely believed that her parents would be very happy if the copybook written by Zhang Xiao was given to them.

After being happy, the two of them carefully placed the written copybook on Kong Zhuo aside, and pressed things on the four sides, but it was blown away by the wind.