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Everyone kept staring at An Chen, first watching An Chen skillfully pick up the pen, and then see it covered with ink.

Instead of writing immediately, An Chen thought about the content first, and then wrote it down confidently.

Although An Chen is not very old, his handwriting is really vigorous and powerful. If you didn't see it in person, you might not believe that such a handwriting was written by such a young person.

An Chen really didn't learn calligraphy temporarily because of something later, but he had been exposed to it since he was a child.

I have grown up with my grandfather since I was a child, and I have been more or less influenced by it, and I have really learned it professionally.

An Chen is talented in many things, and coupled with his own hard work, he can learn many things quickly and use them with ease.

Although calligraphy was neglected for a while, I had no choice but to save my own life, so I still had time to do these leisurely things.

Before today, An Chen had indeed not touched a brush for a long time, and had not touched a pen for a long time.

Although it took a long time, An Chen felt a familiar feeling the moment he got the pen.

Some things have long been in muscle memory, and you can think of them unconsciously as long as you pick up a pen. Although An Chen thinks this wording is a little bad in his own eyes, it is already very good in the eyes of others.

"It's too ugly." After An Chen finished writing, he looked at it as a whole. Sure enough, he was still a little unskilled the first time.

Afraid that the paper above would be balled up and thrown aside, An Chen took up the pen again and prepared to write the next chapter.

Fortunately, Fu Yanxing had a lot of paper at home. There was a thick pile, which was enough for An Chen.

"Throw that piece of paper away like that? It's so well written, it's a waste." Before Ling Han could react, he saw that the Spring Festival couplets he had just written had been thrown aside, feeling a little pity.

"There will be better ones." An Chen replied with certainty. An Chen was still confident about what he had really studied for a long time.

Picking up the pen again, An Chen felt more familiar than last time. As soon as he wrote the first word, An Chen felt the difference.

This time the words were obviously a little firmer than the last time, and they looked more imposing.

Soon, a flowing couplet appeared in front of everyone. Not only the words, but also the content were perfect.

Ji Xuan quickly and carefully put the couplet aside to dry, and then continued to look at An Chen.

Just when he was about to write the next one, An Chen was pulled by Ji Xuan.

"Don't worry, I need to take a photo of this, and then I'll record a video. With such a great Weibo benefit, you won't need to take any photos in the future."

Ji Xuan's nature as an economic person is always there, and he is really dedicated.

Because they had to record a video, everyone else stood behind An Chen, leaving An Chen alone in front.

Ji Xuan only shot from the angle of An Chen, and his hands and couplets were all in the picture. People must be able to tell that it was written by An Chen, otherwise it would be unfair to be slandered after posting it.

The entire video was less than two minutes, and Ji Xuan forgot to tell An Chen to write slower.

However, the time is short, and it is much better than letting Weibo grow grass all the time.

Ji Xuan took a look at the finished video. Except for An Chen and the coffee table, nothing else was exposed. There was no need to edit it, just send it out directly.