Passionate Devotion

Chapter 2470 2529 Calligraphy Exhibition Shows Skill 7

It turns out that Bai Xiang smiled slightly: "I am free tonight, and it is a great honor to be able to have dinner with Mrs. Leng."

In fact, there is no time. She was originally on the plane last night to fly back to the crew. She has already postponed one day and bought the plane ticket at 6 o’clock in the afternoon, but the opportunity is rare. Maybe Shuo is also willing to join the dinner. The border town is also worth a curse.

Her recent workload is really too great, because the contract with her old club expires in half a year. After the expiration, she does not plan to renew the contract, but her old money maker is reluctant to let go, so the relationship is a bit troubled. Stiff, the old club is sparing no effort to squeeze her surplus value, and take her many activities.

Last month, I fainted with hypoglycemia in the crew. Biancheng bought her a few days of vacation to let her go home and relax. During the period, she only arranged one activity for her, which was very kind.

"Then it's settled, Yan Shuo, help me book the best box in the Fenghua Hotel under your name, thank you."

After Yin Lu finished speaking, she found that Yan Shuo handed her a cheerful face, a satisfied flash, looking for the organizer of the calligraphy exhibition.

Squeezing into the crowd, seeing Lonely Shan holding a brush in each of his left and right hands, writing magnificently on the paper, Yin Lu's heart was shocked, and when she walked closer, she found that the eyes of the elders around him were unusually bright, and the shock on her face was nothing compared to the shock. She is less.

Lonely Shan wrote the national fu on the left and the preface to the stop on the right. They are both famous stories that have been passed down through the ages of their country Y. They are eloquent and finished in one go. What is even more shocking is that he wrote the national fu on the left with the prancing grass of dragons and snakes. , The right handwritten preface uses dignified and majestic capital letters. Yin Lu is also a half expert who has to practice for half an hour every day. She has never seen anyone who can write breathtaking works with two hands.

Leng Wei’s gaze worship is fierce, and his heart is shocked again and again. He was surprised that he saw it, but now it can’t be described as shock. Such shocking and terrifying, he is now very fortunate to be cheered by his grandson crying, otherwise Really...

Ashamed!

Ashamed!

The attainments of this young man are even higher than those of Mr. Lu Yu. There are talented people from generation to generation, and they have led the way for hundreds of years!

Around, there is a circle of people like Leng Wei, with straight eyes looking at Lonely Shan, this is the real word as its person!

The girls looked idiotly, handsome characters, more handsome people, do you have a girlfriend?

Nan Sheng's love is quite small, yes, just so proud!

Lonely Shan is a faction of idleness, writing quickly on paper, must let his grandfather see his surprise, and take him down in one fell swoop. After that, it will be so close, it's okay to have a meal, what!

"Good! Good! Old Lu, you have a good apprentice, good fortune, good fortune!" Leng Wei praised again and again, shaking his whole body with excitement, pulling his wife and saying, "Madam, look, how well you write, we are cold There is no descendant in the family. With such a mindset, one or two will know how to make money."

Especially his son. When he didn’t know he was his son before, as an uncle, he also wanted to make Leng Yejin practice calligraphy more. Unfortunately, his son’s ambition was not here. His eyes fell into the purse and looked at the young people of other families. , How blessed is this?

After writing two articles with loneliness and eloquence, the left hand first writes the pen, and the right hand writes a few more lines, and then humblely said: "In front of the two experts, I am ugly."

My heart continued to **** Erlang's legs: Don't sigh that other boys are ghosts, no matter how glorious the lintel is, they are also your grandsons!

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