The Goddess Signed In For a Year, and I Turned Over

Among the calligraphers in China today, at most they imitate the charm of the ancients, and no one can write their own style of calligraphy and painting.

Only the author of this copybook has written his own style.

Bai Qiyun slowly took out the wooden box and whispered in his mouth: "Grab, you must be unable to grab me, I'm afraid that if the copybook is damaged in the process of fighting, it will not be worth the loss. It's gone!"

As soon as these words came out, Qian Chun's face suddenly stepped down, and he said angrily: "Boy, don't worry, although I don't have the money as you, I have a bottom line than you! Hurry up!"

Bai Qiyun's words are not very aggressive, but they are extremely insulting!

"Okay, don't rush, you can take a good look, don't break it!" Bai Qiyun took the copybook out of the wooden box.

Open slowly.

In an instant, in Qian Chun's eyes, the three characters "Join the Army" appeared.

Just reading these three words made Qian Chun's mouth close, his eyes widened, and his heart was even more shocked.

He quickly took out his reading glasses and got closer to observe it carefully.

"This···"

"Floating like a cloud, hard and soft, good words!" Qian Chun couldn't help but praise:

"Looking at the ink marks, it should have only been written for a few days, and this word has already had a charm, but I can't even see which ancient style this is!"

"Boy, where did your copybook come from?"

Qian Chun asked excitedly.

This has to make him excited!

In the Chinese calligraphy world, no one has been able to write such a charming copybook for many years.

Although there are many calligraphers on the bright side today, their calligraphy is not even worse than the ancients.

If you can imitate the charm of the ancients, in today's calligraphy world, it can be regarded as the existence of the master of the world.

As for writing your own style?

There really isn't this one.

After all, contemporary calligraphers don't think that in ancient times, there was only one way to go. Today's calligraphers have many ways to choose.

So if you can't get that, you can practice calligraphy to the extreme, or painting to the extreme height.

After a long time, the works of the entire calligraphy industry are gradually regressing.

But the copybook in front of Qian Chun's eyes is still brand new, and the workmanship of this rice paper is obviously produced in modern times, indicating that it was not made by an ancient person alone.

However, its charm is unique, unrestrained and elegant. In Qian Chun's cognition, no ancients have this style.

That can only show that the person who wrote this copybook must be a modern person, and what is even more terrifying is that he is not copying the ancients, but really created his own style, showing his own style in the copybook. flavor.

"Qian Lao, how about you talk about this word first!" Xi Ru yxlmxsw.com Xi Ru

Seeing Qian Chun's expression, Bai Qiyun was very satisfied, and said deliberately.

I still feel contempt in my heart.

Qian Lao's mentality is not good. When I first saw this calligraphy and painting, I was not as rude as him!

It's just that Bai Qiyun didn't know that the more deeply he studied calligraphy, the more shocked his reaction was after seeing this copybook.

Qian Chun blushed a little because of the shock in his heart, and said, "This, this word is very good, very good!"

He didn't know what words to use to evaluate the copybook.

However, what made him more excited was still to come.

When he continued to read along "From the Army", he almost passed over with excitement.

Seeing this, Bai Qiyun hurriedly walked behind him, stroked Qian Chun's back with his palm, and reassured him, "Don't get excited, don't get excited, calm down, take a deep breath!"

Qian Chun is almost eighty now,

If because of this copybook, he suddenly became excited and 'passed', then Bai Qiyun would be in trouble.

Originally, I just wanted to show off and take away that piece of golden silk, but I never thought of sending Qian Lao away.

After Qian Chun took a few deep breaths, his mood finally calmed down. He took out a box of antihypertensive medicine from his pocket and swallowed it with a grunt.

"Come on, who wrote this copybook, and where did you get it!"

After taking the antihypertensive medicine, Qian Chun continued to ask.

"This is given to me by my daughter and my daughter's boyfriend. It seems to be a good brother of his. He said that Qian Lao also knows him. Qi Zhongxun's grandson-in-law, he said he wrote it!" Bai Qiyun said truthfully.

However, in his heart, he still does not believe that this word was written by Lu Yunqi.

"Qi Zhongxun's grandson-in-law?" Qian Chun thought for a while.

He knew Qi Zhongxun, but he didn't pay attention to his grandson-in-law. Besides, that old guy has so many granddaughters, which grandson-in-law wrote it?

"Cough, it was written by Lu Yunqi, the current president of Haochen Group, Qi Xuanxuan's husband!" Bai Qiyun couldn't help reminding.

"Lu Yunqi?" Qian Chun frowned slightly, raised his eyes, and searched for the memory of this person in his mind.

After a while, he suddenly said:

"Is it the one who wrote the martial arts novel "Dragon Babu", and then made his own TV series, movies, and can sing?"

After the novel "Tian Long Ba Bu" became popular, Qian Chun heard the following people talking about this book, and even went to read it.

At the beginning, I just wanted to see the author's writing, but as a result, I was fascinated by it.

"Yes, a very talented young man!" Bai Qiyun replied with a wry smile on his face.

Good son-in-law, someone else's!

However, when he thought that this song "Journey to the Army" was chosen by Bai Cha's boyfriend for him, a smug smile appeared on his face:

"Old Qian, this poem was chosen by my son-in-law specially for our Bai family. Can you taste it?"

How could Qian Chun not see that Bai Qiyun had obtained a masterpiece that won his heart, and he was showing it off!

However, instead of complaining, he focused on reading in a low voice:

"Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass;"

"Huangsha wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned if it is not broken."

"Okay, good, good poem, to be able to write such a momentum, it's really a good poem!"

After Qian Chun read it in a low voice, he sincerely praised it.

The first two sentences are the use of vigorous writing, enough to create a vast frontier scene, making people feel like they are in a battlefield.

And the last two sentences describe the bravery and ambition of Bian Rong's soldiers, who are not afraid of sacrifice, and that kind of death will be described.

In just 28 words, it has told too many things to the world.

This man must be a man of great ambition.

If you don't break Loulan, you won't pay it back~~~!

"Hahaha, absolutely, absolutely!"

Looking at the calligraphy and painting in front of him, Qian Chun burst out laughing, and kept praising it.

Seeing this, Bai Qiyun was extremely proud.

When I saw this copybook for the first time today, why didn't Bai Qiyun want to laugh up to the sky? Mi He Mi

But the scene at the time didn't allow it, that kind of suffocation, which ordinary people can't understand.

"How is it, Qian Lao, this copybook is worthy of your expectations!" At this time, Bai Qiyun asked appropriately.

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