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Xiang Beibei is also at home?

Calculating the time, coming to Xiang's house to see the elders by myself is much earlier than the time in the TV series.

Xiang Nan and Qiao Yicheng got married in 1998.

What now? It's half a month away from 1996.

Given the nature of her work and family background, if everything goes well, there must be a buffer period of more than half a year from engagement to marriage.

The time does not match with the TV series, it is normal for Xiang Beibei to be at home today.

But is there any possibility of deliberately blocking yourself?

If not, would Xiang Nan give himself a vaccination?

How did Song Qingyuan describe Xiang Beibei in the TV series? After marrying the daughter of a cadre, she doesn't know what her last name is, and she yells and drinks every day.

What is his status now?

The former head of the second group of journalists of the CCTV news center, and now the deputy director of the news center of the municipal TV station, he and Xiang Nanfang, whoever heard it, had to say that they are a good match, but others say that a good match is useless. No matter how potential he has, he is still in the media system. , Can't help Xiang Beibei in his career.

"10%? 10%?"

"ah?"

"How is it?"

Lin Yue smiled and said, "No problem."

Xiang Nanfang breathed a sigh of relief when he agreed, and said happily.

"Let's go."

The two walked into the courtyard side by side. The nanny was already waiting at the door. When she saw Xiang Nan coming, she quickly opened the door and let them into the living room.

Father Xiang was wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses and was reading a newspaper on the sofa when he heard Xiang Nan's shout and stood up.

Mother Xiang was playing with her two pots of araucaria, when she saw the two of them enter the room, she put down the scissors in her hand and looked towards Lin Yue.

"Dad, Mom, let me introduce you. He is Qiao Yicheng."

Xiang Nanfang smiled and introduced the two parties.

"Hello uncle, hello auntie."

Lin Yue greeted him politely.

"well."

Xiang's father said with a smile: "Little Qiao, I heard from Nanfang that you just returned to Nanjing not long ago. You used to be a reporter for CCTV. You discovered many far-reaching themes in "Hot Talk"?"

"Ah, yes."

"Okay, young and promising, better than the south."

"Oh dad, how can you praise one and devalue the other like this?"

Xiang Nanfang pretended to complain, but his eyes were full of pride.

"By the way, Nanfang said before coming here that you like to collect calligraphy and paintings, so I brought one over here, I hope you like it."

"Oh? Take it out and let me see it."

Father Xiang flirted with the nanny, she hurried to the coffee table, picked up the reading glasses and handed them over, and then retreated to Mother Xiang.

"What do you think of him?"

The nanny took a look at Xiang's mother and said in a low voice, "It's even better than I imagined."

"I think so too. We live in the south, and we do have vision."

While the two of them were talking, they heard the sound of footsteps coming from the corridor, and a somewhat slovenly man came out.

"I said, why is it so noisy downstairs? It turns out that the South is back."

That's right.

It is Xiang Nan's older brother Xiang Bei.

He picked up a white porcelain cup from the coffee table, lifted the lid and took a sip of tea, walked up to Father Xiang and Lin Yue, and said without waiting for his sister to introduce him, "You must be the reporter from the TV station, what's your name?" with..."

"Brother, didn't I tell you yesterday that his name is Qiao Yicheng, and he is not a TV reporter, but the director of the news center."

"Vice."

"Next year will be right."

"it's the same."

"How can it be the same!"

It can be seen that Xiang Nanfang is very dissatisfied with his yin and yang eccentricity. He has been the deputy director of Fuzheng for three or four years, and Fuzheng in less than a year is definitely two different concepts. She does not believe that such a simple truth will not be understood by an older brother.

Xiang Beibei wanted to express his opinion on Lin Yue's position, and Xiang's father gave him a glare.

Facts have proved that this is much more effective than Xiang Nan's reprimand.

He no longer ran on Lin Yue, but that didn't mean he would let it go.

"Dad, why isn't this painting even signed?"

Lin Yue and Xiang's father were holding the scroll, and Xiang Nan was holding a box of paintings in his hand. It didn't take a second to think that this was the entrance ceremony for the son-in-law.

Whether it was Xiang's father, Xiang's mother, or the nanny, they could all hear Xiang Bei's contempt inside and out, but Xiang's father didn't scold him this time, because he didn't understand what was going on with the things in his hand.

There is a saying that goes, "If you don't come to Beijing, you don't know the officials." Anyway, Qiao Yicheng is also a person who has been in CCTV. As a reporter, he can be said to be well-informed. It is the first time to visit the future father-in-law. Make a deal with defective products.

"Little Qiao, this painting is very exquisite, it can be seen that it is not done by ordinary people, but this signature..."

Xiang's father likes calligraphy and painting, and he has a good reputation for the quality of his works. What he can't understand is that this painting is not a waste manuscript at first glance, it is a meticulous work, but there is no signature or seal on the drawing paper, it is simple and simple painting.

"Oh, the thing is like this. Last year, I was seconded to the literature and art group for an interview mission. When I arrived in Central America, I had a good talk with an elder. Before I left, I gave him a letter and he gave me a painting in return. Yesterday, I discussed today’s matters with Nanfang. She said that there is nothing missing at home. I remembered that there was a Chinese painting brought from Beijing in the drawer of the study. I thought it would be better to borrow flowers to present Buddha and give it to my uncle. .”

The words are very subtle, and it can also be said to be to the point.

Since they are the elders of Yangmei, they must be learned people. They don't stamp or sign. It must be that people who don't want to see this painting associate it with the artist's name...to be precise, it is money.

wrong.

An unbelievable but reasonable thought flashed through Xiang's father's mind. Qiao Yicheng said that he gave the other party a piece of calligraphy, and the other party gave him a painting in return. You must know that most of the calligraphy skills of Chinese painting masters are not bad. Make the elders of Central America have to return the gift?

"Little Qiao, I don't know who made the copybook you mentioned as a gift to the elders of Yangmei? It must be everyone's work, right?"

"Uh..." Lin Yue looked at him with a little embarrassment like Xiang's mother: "To tell you the truth, I wrote the words."

"You wrote it?" Before Xiang's father could say anything, Xiang Beibei said in a strange way: "Okay, I have a bit of courage."

This may sound like a compliment, but if you actually think about it, you will find that it is not the case at all. Xiang Beibei means that he is too thick-skinned, and he dared to send Yangmei elders his own words, and he took himself too seriously up.

"Brother." Xiang Nanfang was very displeased with his attitude: "Yicheng's handwriting is beautiful."

Mother Xiang also chimed in and said, "I heard that Xiao Qiao graduated from a teacher's college and was admitted to a TV station after finishing her master's degree. This word must be good."

Xiang Beibei was a little dissatisfied with his mother's attitude. On the surface, she said that normal students should be given points for their good handwriting. Did she also mean to ridicule his TV University diploma for being worthless and warn him not to talk nonsense?

At this time, Xiang's father asked a question: "What is written in that picture?"

Lin Yue felt a little funny, and thought that this old man was really noble enough. He clearly wanted to know the identity of the Yangmei elder, but he was afraid of leaving him with the impression of vanity, good name, and calligraphy and painting hobby. Been knocking on the sidelines to test him.

"Oh, it's "Huashan Song" by Tang Dynasty writer Liu Yuxi."

When Father Xiang heard that his heart moved, he rolled up the painting in his hand: "Little Qiao, come, come..."

Walk towards the inner room while talking.

Lin Yue glanced at Xiang Nanfang and followed slowly.

Pushing open the door, the first thing that catches the eye is two rows of bookshelves close to the north and east walls, with a wide desk in the middle, on which are placed telephones, desk lamps, pen holders and other things.

Obviously, this is Xiang's father's study.

"Come, Nanfang, to study ink."

After telling his daughter, the old man reopened the painting in his hand and spread it on the desk.

"Little Qiao, since you brought this painting over, I think it's better for you to make an inscription?"

Lin Yue declined, "Uncle, there's no need for that."

Xiang Beibei sneered, "Are you scared?"

Xiang Nanfang winked at him eagerly, thinking that he was still humble and low-key at this time, without arguing or disputing. You have to know that he is the son-in-law-to-be now, so in the face of the future father-in-law, of course, he must actively show himself, so that her parents can feel more at ease that they are together, right?

"All right."

He took the brush from Xiang Nanfang, walked to the front of the painting, and wrote two words in the upper right corner - "Zhengrong".

Although there are only two characters, the strokes are like a dragon, powerful and powerful, which fits perfectly with the South Peak of Huashan Mountain next to it.

Father Xiang was silent.

He is not the kind of hardcore calligraphy and painting collector, but he can still distinguish between good and bad works. While admiring, I remembered one more thing. I suddenly realized the background of this painting.

"It's a pretty good painting. Your inscription is worthless."

Pairing ancient paintings with inscriptions and postscripts by famous masters of later generations can increase the value of the work. For the works of unknown contemporary writers, there are only two words to describe it-drop in price!

Just as Xiang Bei finished speaking, father of Xiang's eyes flashed with anger.

"What do you know! Hurry up and don't embarrass me here."