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"Look at how stingy you are." Qin Qingfeng rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Can I still steal your things?"

"That's hard to say."

Yang Dingguo is a discerning person and knows how good Zhang Xiao's handwriting is.

It can be said that once this word is brought out, all contemporary calligraphy will be instantly killed.

the reason is simple.

Today's calligraphers, at best, can write with charm, but it is still difficult to escape the traces of imitating ancient monuments, and no one can write copybooks in their own style.

However, his son-in-law, Zhang Xiao, did it.

After thinking about it, Yang Dingguo murmured again: "The main reason is that I am not afraid that you will rob me, because if you rob me, you are no match for me. I am afraid that the copybook will be damaged when I rob it."

Qin Qingfeng: "..."

The goatee on both sides of his mouth almost stood up. You can imagine how angry he was.

He said angrily: "Okay, I won't touch it. Can you please hurry up? What does it matter?"

"Okay, okay, take a look!" Yang Dingguo didn't say anything more and directly took out "Army March" and "Mulan Poems" from the wooden box.

The first thing is to open "Joining the Army".

Just seeing the three words in front of him, Qin Qingfeng took a breath of cold air, and his eyes burst out with a blazing fire.

"His...this word!"

Qin Qingfeng's eyes widened, fearing that his old eyes were dim, so he put on the reading glasses around his neck and looked carefully again.

"What a wonderful calligraphy!" Qin Qingfeng exclaimed: "Looking at the ink, it seems that it was just written in the past few days, but this word has a charm. The key is that the charm, it is impossible to tell who it is.

The style of the ancients.”

"Could it be..."

At this point, Qin Qingfeng no longer dared to say any more.

I don’t know how many years have passed, but among the great calligraphers in China, no one has ever been able to write such a copybook.

Today's masters of calligraphy can only achieve the charm of writing.

However, this kind of charm does not mean that it is integrated and has its own unique style, but that it imitates some of the charm of the ancients.

Even if you have only one charm, it is enough to become a master of calligraphy.

But the calligraphy in front of him was still brand new, and the rice paper was as white as snow, so it was obviously not an antique.

Looking at the charm in the copybook, it is unique, chic and elegant. Under the influence of Qin Qingfeng, no ancient person had this style at all.

So to put it this way...

The person who wrote this copybook is a modern person. He did not copy ancient monuments, but really did it, integrated it thoroughly, and wrote his own style.

"This...this word!"

Because he was too excited, Qin Qingfeng's face had turned a little rosy, as if he was drunk.

He also stuttered a bit when he spoke, and his hands were trembling as he pointed at the song "Joining the Army" in front of him, his eyes widening.

His behavior shocked Yang Dingguo. He quickly walked over to help rub his back and said, "Mr. Qin, don't get excited. Take a deep breath and calm down."

"call···"

"call···"

After taking several deep breaths, Qin Qingfeng calmed down, but his hands in the air were still trembling uncontrollably.

Asked: "Who wrote this word?"

"Hehe..." Upon hearing Qin Qingfeng's question, Yang Dingguo showed a very proud smile on his face: "It was written by no one else but my son-in-law."

"Your son-in-law?" Qin Qingfeng looked at Yang Dingguo with confusion.

Didn't he hear that there was a marriage in the Yang family recently?

"You keep forgetting?" Yang Dingguo reminded: "When my daughter officially announced her relationship, didn't she include a poem? I remember you said that my son-in-law's ancient poetry skills were better than yours."

"Ancient words?"

Qin Qingfeng frowned slightly and thought about it carefully.

Soon, he remembered that there was indeed a poem called "Magpie Bridge Immortal, Xianyun Nongqiao", and asked: "Who wrote that ancient poem?"

"That's right!" Yang Dingguo nodded with a smile.

Then he proudly pointed to the poem on the copybook and showed off: "Come on, don't just read the words. This poem "Joining the Army" is a poem specially written by our son-in-law for our Yang family. Please help me taste it."

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Qin Qingfeng looked at Yang Dingguo, whose face was full of showing off, and muttered angrily: "If you want to show off, just say so. Who are you pretending to?"

However, he no longer had the intention to expose it, but read the content seriously.

"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 the entire poem, Qin Qingfeng couldn't help but praise loudly: "What a poem, what a spirit."

The first two sentences outline the vast frontier with vigorous pen and ink, and the last two sentences describe the bravery of the frontier soldiers and their unavoidable hardships in war.

What a great spirit.

Four short sentences describe too many things.

"Hahaha···"

Seeing Qin Qingfeng's appearance, Yang Dingguo couldn't help laughing, and he felt extremely proud.

When I first saw this poem, I wanted to look up to the sky and laugh.

It's just that when Zhang Xiao was present, I had to be careful and didn't show it, which made me feel aggrieved!

In the next half hour, Yang Dingguo showed off his son-in-law, while Qin Qingfeng listened quietly to his show-off, staring at the copybook of "Joining the Army" on the table.

suddenly.

Qin Qingfeng seemed to have remembered something and asked: "By the way, isn't there another copybook? Show it to me too."

Yang Dingguo pursed his lips dryly. After thinking about the piece of pear wood in Qin Qingfeng's hand, he could only open the second copybook "Mulan Poetry"

After Qin Qingfeng read it for the first time, he already understood its charm.

Joining the army on behalf of his father is an end to the concept of male superiority and female inferiority, and it also brings back the heroes who are fighting desperately on the battlefield in an instant.

Later, I felt longing for my parents and my hometown.

Especially the last sentence, "An can tell whether I am a male or a female" uses the first-person perspective, as if people can see a live and playful girl standing in front of them and showing off.

"What a poem, what a poem!"

Qin Qingfeng, who had read the whole story, sincerely praised him. He was yearning for Zhang Xiao's talent and wanted to make friends with him.

There are really too few people who can write ancient poems and lyrics nowadays.

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The other side.

As the sun went down, Zhang Xiao and Yang Mi were almost done shopping.

This half-day can be said to be the happiest time for Yang Mi. There is no burden of being a celebrity, no worries about work, and only the happiness of having her loved ones by her side.