Taoyuan Mountain Village

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President Qian of Huaxia Painting and Calligraphy Association came to Yushan Village and brought some gifts to visit.

At the same time, there were also master-level Ye Feng, master-level Bai Xingchen, master Qiu Yu, and national-level calligrapher Mei Sanhe Mei Lao, who were walking fast in a sedan.

"I hope I can ask for a painting, but it's too late."

Bai Xingchen sighed.

"It will be used tomorrow night. The distance is so far away. It will take at least a few hours to take a private plane to Zhongjing City. There is no time to draw a map of the rivers and mountains, but Mr. Jiang may have a way to drive slowly, no If you're in a hurry, don't run into anyone."

President Qian looked at the couplets posted everywhere on the street and reminded the driver.

The driver nodded immediately and the speed slowed down.

A painting prepared for the Spring Festival Gala was accidentally destroyed. This is a painting of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. It took several masters more than a month to draw an ink painting.

The painting was ruined, and they didn't have time to paint again. President Qian immediately thought of Jiang Xiaoye, the speed of Jiang Xiaoye's painting...

So the group came quickly.

This painting has a poem inscribed by the national player Mei Sanhe. This destruction, the most crucial opening painting was destroyed like this!

Mr. Mei was sitting in the car with a sore back and a pain in his back. He inadvertently turned his head and saw a little girl dragging a couplet to hand a couplet to a big man, and her eyes lit up immediately.

"Stop, stop!"

Mr. Mei shouted that he had to open the door and get out of the car before the car stopped. The driver was so frightened that he hurried to stop, Mr. Mei had already rushed down in an instant.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, go and see!"

Several people were startled. Seeing that Mr. Mei was okay, they quickly got out of the car.

Er Niu held the couplet upright.

"Brother, didn't mom say dad would come back?"

"I, I don't know either, hehe." Dahan scratched his head, then went to pick up the couplet.

Er Niu said angrily, "You said it too!"

"I, I post couplets..."

Dahan is a little guilty.

"Where did Dad go?"

"Agreed to take me to the playground to play, liar, hum, I will ignore him when I come back!"

"Brother, where did Dad go?"

He Laogou went to the alien battlefield, and he couldn't come back for the New Year at all. Er Niu couldn't wait for so many days, and she didn't want to eat snacks in these two weathers.

Mr. Mei had already run over, his eyes widened at the couplet that Er Niu was about to squeeze and deformed, and quickly said: "Little girl, little girl, don't pinch, don't pinch, lightly, don't pinch!"

This word...

Simply divine!

At a glance, Mr. Mei felt that the person who wrote this character had a higher level of calligraphy than him!

Immediately, his scalp became numb. After more than 60 years of calligraphy learning, day and night, who would have a higher level of calligraphy than him? And on the most tattered paper, the flow of water is generally done in one go!

National level?

"Good old grandpa!" Er Niu can still respect the old and care for the young. After all, there are too many old people in the village, so it's good manners.

"Hey, hello little girl, little girl, can you show me this word?"

Mr. Mei swallowed and was a little startled. Whose word is this? Why doesn't he know?

"Here, grandpa, there are so many posted here. There are all of them." Er Niu pointed to the door, door frame, and yard of the house. There were already many posted.

Only then did Mr. Mei notice, and he was stunned for a while!

Dahan saw that someone had diverted Er Niu's attention, he also let out a breath, and slipped down cautiously.

"Good word!"

President Qian came, and when he saw the words, he was shocked: "Who wrote this?"

"I also want to know... Who wrote the words..." The more Mr. Mei read, the more frightened he became. This word seemed to have a sense of hierarchy that he had been longing to achieve.

This casual character is stronger than him!

"Brother Xiaoye wrote it. Brother Xiaoye wrote a lot. I remember you. You came to send pictures to brother Xiaoye last time. Did you come to see brother Xiaoye? He is still writing couplets at home."

Er Niu mistaken Qiu Yu and the others. After all, Qiu Yu has been here several times, and Er Niu has seen each other.

"Brother Xiaoye? Jiang, Mr. Jiang Xiaoye Jiang?" Qiu Yu was the first to react and was stunned for a while!

isn't it? Forget about being a ghost-level painter, or a national-level calligrapher?

Not to mention painting, sketching, watercolor, oil painting, ink painting, each of which is the pinnacle of the field, even calligraphy has reached this level now?

how can that be?

Human energy is limited, why can we achieve this level?

"A word with a lot of money, actually, actually... actually write couplets?" The fewer words of this level, the more precious, but Jiang Xiaoye, actually wrote couplets and sent them to the whole village?

Mei Lao was stunned.

"Grandpa, have you read it? After reading it, brother post it and I can go out to play."

Er Niu looked at the excited Mei Lao, what's so good about this word, it's not good-looking at all!

"This, this...give...give!" Mr. Mei was so distressed that such a word was actually used to paste couplets, and even more exaggerated, this word was posted everywhere like a stall?

"Mr. Mei, let's go take a look?" Bai Xingchen gestured.

"Go, go, go!"

A group of people hurriedly got into the car and rushed to

Jiang Xiaoye's house.

"Brother, I'm going to play!" Er Niu immediately handed over the couplet and ran away.

"Slow down, don't fall!"

"understood!"

At Jiang Xiaoye's home, Jiang Xiaoye was writing couplets very quickly at the moment.

"Xiaoye Xiaoye, give me another one to prosper the family, to prosper, to prosper and prosper, to prosper in wealth and fortune, come one to another!"

"Xiao Ye write a little more blessings and post it to the pigsty!"

"Who wants to hurry up and say it, I won't write it for a while!"

The story of writing couplets at home came, and many people came to see it. Anyway, it looked beautiful, so they all asked Jiang Xiaoye to come up with one.

"A guest is coming, a guest is coming, I won't write it anymore, I won't write it after I finish writing these few!"

Jiang Xiaoye found that President Qian had brought people with him, carrying various gifts. It was strange enough to visit the door on the twenty-ninth day of the New Year.

With the pen running, Jiang Xiaoye wrote faster.

"Okay, nice word!"

Mr. Mei walked over quickly, looking at Jiang Xiaoye with burning eyes.

"Haha, just write whatever you want." Jiang Xiaoye nodded with a smile, his subordinates were not slow.

"Are you Mr. Mei Sanhemei?"

Jiang Yunshan saw that there was a guest, and came to greet him. As soon as he saw Mei Sanhe, he was stunned for a moment. After identifying it again and again, he found that he really did not admit his mistake!

"Haha, yes, I'm Mei Sanhe, good character, good character!"

Mei Sanhe couldn't even turn his head!

"Mr. Mei Sanhe Mei?" Jiang Xiaoye thought about it for a while and got a bit of an impression. After thinking about it carefully, he was immediately surprised: "Is Mr. Mei Sanhe Mei, the No. 1 national player in China?"

"Hey, if you don't deserve it, it's all bragging. There are people outside the mountains and people outside the mountains. I saw it today, hahaha, good words, good words!"

Old Mei looked at Jiang Xiaoye with burning eyes, what a terrifying talent at such an age?

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