Chapter 861
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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, Ye Feng, Bai Xingchen, master Qiu Yu, and Mei Sanhe, a national calligrapher, are also here. They are all travelling in cars.
"I hope I can get a painting, but it's too late."
Bai Xingchen sighed.
"It's going to be used tomorrow evening. It's so far away. It will take at least a few hours to go to Zhongjing by private plane. There's no time to draw a picture of the mountains and rivers. But Mr. Jiang may have a way to drive slowly. Don't worry. Don't run into anyone."
Chairman Qian looked at the couplets on the street everywhere to remind the driver.
The driver nodded slowly.
A painting prepared for the Spring Festival Gala was destroyed by accident. This is a painting of thousands of Li rivers and mountains. It took several masters more than a month to draw the ink painting.
When the painting was destroyed, they didn't have time to paint again. President Qian immediately remembered Jiang Xiaoye, the speed of his painting
So a group of people came quickly.
This painting has a poem inscribed by national player Mei Sanhe. This destruction destroyed the most crucial opening painting!
Mr. Mei's back was aching. He turned to see a little girl dragging a couplet to a big man. His eyes were bright.
"Stop, stop!"
Old Mei yelled, the car has not stopped to open the door to get off, the driver was scared to stop, meilao has been instant rushed down.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know. Go and have a look!"
Several people were scared. Seeing that Mei had nothing to do with her, she quickly got off the bus.
Er Niu is holding the couplet.
"Brother, don't mom say dad will come back?"
"I, I don't know, ha ha." Dahan grabs his head and goes to pick up the couplet.
"You said that too!" said two girls
"I, I paste couplets..."
Dahan is a little guilty.
"Where's dad?"
"He said he would take me to the amusement park. It's a lie. Hum, I'll ignore him when I come back!"
"Brother, where did you say dad was?"
He Laogou went to a heterogeneous battlefield and couldn't come back to celebrate the new year. After waiting for so many days, er Niu couldn't wait for any snacks in these two days.
Mr. Mei had already run over and looked at the couplet that was going to be pinched and deformed in Er Niu's hand with wide eyes. He said quickly, "little girl, don't pinch it, don't pinch it, don't pinch it!"
The word
It's amazing!
At a glance, Mr. Mei has a feeling that the calligraphy level of the writer is higher than that of him!
After more than 60 years of calligraphy study, who is better than him in calligraphy? And it's on the most ragged paper. It's like flowing water all at once!
National?
"Hello, grandfather It's OK for Erniu to respect the old and love the young. After all, there are too many old people in the village. Politeness is good to learn.
"Oh, Hello, little girl. Can you show me this word?"
Old Mei swallowed his mouth and was a little frightened. Whose word is this? Why doesn't he know?
"Here, granddad, there are so many stickers." Er Niu pointed to the front door, the door frame and the yard, which had been pasted a lot.
Only then did Mr. Mei notice that he was stunned for a moment!
Big Han see someone divert two Niu's attention, also out of breath, carefully slip down.
"Good word!"
President Qian came to see the word and immediately shocked: "who wrote this?"
"I also want to know Who wrote it... " The more he saw it, the more frightened he felt. It seemed that there was a sense of hierarchy that he had been longing for.
This random character is better than him!
"Brother Lin wrote it. Brother Lin wrote a lot. I remember you. You came to send pictures to brother Lin last time. Did you come to see brother Lin? He's still writing couplets at home
Er Niu mistook Qiu Yu. After all, Qiu Yu has been here several times. Er Niu has seen her.
"Brother Lin? Jiang, Jiang Xiaoye, Mr. Jiang? " Qiu Yu was the first to react and was stunned for a moment!
Isn't it? Ghost level painter, or national calligrapher?
Not to mention painting, sketch, watercolor, oil painting, ink, each is the peak of the field, now even calligraphy to this point?
How could that be possible?
People's energy is limited, why can we achieve this level?
"A word of gold, unexpectedly, unexpectedly How could you write couplets? " The fewer words of this level, the more precious they are. But Jiang Xiaoye actually wrote couplets and sent them to the whole village?
Mei is confused.
"Grandfather, have you finished watching it? After reading, I can go out and playEr Niu looked at the excited old Mei. What's good about this word? It's not good at all!
"This, this To Here it is Mr. Mei was so distressed that such a word was actually used to paste couplets. What's more, it was pasted everywhere like the goods on the floor?
"Mr. may, let's go and have a look?" Bai Xingchen indicated.
"Go, go
A group of people get on the bus in a hurry and rush to Jiang Xiaoye's home.
"Brother, I went to play!" Er Niu immediately handed over the couplet and ran away.
"Slow down, don't fall!"
"I see!"
At the moment, he is writing couplets at his home.
"Lin, Lin, give me another home, people and business, fortune and fortune, one by one!"
"Lin, write a little more happiness and stick it to the pigsty!"
"Who needs to hurry up and say, I won't write if I write for a while!"
The story of writing couplets at home came, and many people came to have a look. Anyway, it looked beautiful, so they all asked Jiang Xiaoye to have one.
"Guests come, guests come, I will not write, ah, I will not write after I finish writing these!"
Jiang Xiaoye finds that Chairman Qian has brought people with him. He is carrying all kinds of gifts. It is wonderful to visit him on the 29th of the lunar new year. Is it not too far away?
Jiang Xiaoye writes faster.
"Good, good word!"
Mr. Mei quickly walks over and looks at Jiang Xiaoye with burning eyes.
"Ha ha, write whatever you want." Jiang Xiaoye nods with a smile.
"Are you Mr. Mei Sanhe
Jiang Yunshan seems to be a guest. He comes to meet him. As soon as he sees Mei Sanhe, he is stunned for a moment. He identifies him again and again, and finds that he really doesn't admit his mistake!
"Ha ha, yes, I am Mei Sanhe. Good words, good words!"
Mei Sanhe's head can't move!
"Mr. Mei Sanhe, Mr. Mei?" Jiang Xiaoye thinks about it for a moment. He has a little impression. After a careful consideration, he is surprised and says, "Mr. Mei Sanhe, the first Chinese player?"
"Oh, I can't do it. It's all flattering. There are mountain people outside the mountain. I saw them today. Ha ha, good words, good words!"
Old Mei looks at Jiang Xiaoye with burning eyes. At such an age, what a terrible talent?
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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, Ye Feng, Bai Xingchen, master Qiu Yu, and Mei Sanhe, a national calligrapher, are also here. They are all travelling in cars.
"I hope I can get a painting, but it's too late."
Bai Xingchen sighed.
"It's going to be used tomorrow evening. It's so far away. It will take at least a few hours to go to Zhongjing by private plane. There's no time to draw a picture of the mountains and rivers. But Mr. Jiang may have a way to drive slowly. Don't worry. Don't run into anyone."
Chairman Qian looked at the couplets on the street everywhere to remind the driver.
The driver nodded slowly.
A painting prepared for the Spring Festival Gala was destroyed by accident. This is a painting of thousands of Li rivers and mountains. It took several masters more than a month to draw the ink painting.
When the painting was destroyed, they didn't have time to paint again. President Qian immediately remembered Jiang Xiaoye, the speed of his painting
So a group of people came quickly.
This painting has a poem inscribed by national player Mei Sanhe. This destruction destroyed the most crucial opening painting!
Mr. Mei's back was aching. He turned to see a little girl dragging a couplet to a big man. His eyes were bright.
"Stop, stop!"
Old Mei yelled, the car has not stopped to open the door to get off, the driver was scared to stop, meilao has been instant rushed down.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know. Go and have a look!"
Several people were scared. Seeing that Mei had nothing to do with her, she quickly got off the bus.
Er Niu is holding the couplet.
"Brother, don't mom say dad will come back?"
"I, I don't know, ha ha." Dahan grabs his head and goes to pick up the couplet.
"You said that too!" said two girls
"I, I paste couplets..."
Dahan is a little guilty.
"Where's dad?"
"He said he would take me to the amusement park. It's a lie. Hum, I'll ignore him when I come back!"
"Brother, where did you say dad was?"
He Laogou went to a heterogeneous battlefield and couldn't come back to celebrate the new year. After waiting for so many days, er Niu couldn't wait for any snacks in these two days.
Mr. Mei had already run over and looked at the couplet that was going to be pinched and deformed in Er Niu's hand with wide eyes. He said quickly, "little girl, don't pinch it, don't pinch it, don't pinch it!"
The word
It's amazing!
At a glance, Mr. Mei has a feeling that the calligraphy level of the writer is higher than that of him!
After more than 60 years of calligraphy study, who is better than him in calligraphy? And it's on the most ragged paper. It's like flowing water all at once!
National?
"Hello, grandfather It's OK for Erniu to respect the old and love the young. After all, there are too many old people in the village. Politeness is good to learn.
"Oh, Hello, little girl. Can you show me this word?"
Old Mei swallowed his mouth and was a little frightened. Whose word is this? Why doesn't he know?
"Here, granddad, there are so many stickers." Er Niu pointed to the front door, the door frame and the yard, which had been pasted a lot.
Only then did Mr. Mei notice that he was stunned for a moment!
Big Han see someone divert two Niu's attention, also out of breath, carefully slip down.
"Good word!"
President Qian came to see the word and immediately shocked: "who wrote this?"
"I also want to know Who wrote it... " The more he saw it, the more frightened he felt. It seemed that there was a sense of hierarchy that he had been longing for.
This random character is better than him!
"Brother Lin wrote it. Brother Lin wrote a lot. I remember you. You came to send pictures to brother Lin last time. Did you come to see brother Lin? He's still writing couplets at home
Er Niu mistook Qiu Yu. After all, Qiu Yu has been here several times. Er Niu has seen her.
"Brother Lin? Jiang, Jiang Xiaoye, Mr. Jiang? " Qiu Yu was the first to react and was stunned for a moment!
Isn't it? Ghost level painter, or national calligrapher?
Not to mention painting, sketch, watercolor, oil painting, ink, each is the peak of the field, now even calligraphy to this point?
How could that be possible?
People's energy is limited, why can we achieve this level?
"A word of gold, unexpectedly, unexpectedly How could you write couplets? " The fewer words of this level, the more precious they are. But Jiang Xiaoye actually wrote couplets and sent them to the whole village?
Mei is confused.
"Grandfather, have you finished watching it? After reading, I can go out and playEr Niu looked at the excited old Mei. What's good about this word? It's not good at all!
"This, this To Here it is Mr. Mei was so distressed that such a word was actually used to paste couplets. What's more, it was pasted everywhere like the goods on the floor?
"Mr. may, let's go and have a look?" Bai Xingchen indicated.
"Go, go
A group of people get on the bus in a hurry and rush to Jiang Xiaoye's home.
"Brother, I went to play!" Er Niu immediately handed over the couplet and ran away.
"Slow down, don't fall!"
"I see!"
At the moment, he is writing couplets at his home.
"Lin, Lin, give me another home, people and business, fortune and fortune, one by one!"
"Lin, write a little more happiness and stick it to the pigsty!"
"Who needs to hurry up and say, I won't write if I write for a while!"
The story of writing couplets at home came, and many people came to have a look. Anyway, it looked beautiful, so they all asked Jiang Xiaoye to have one.
"Guests come, guests come, I will not write, ah, I will not write after I finish writing these!"
Jiang Xiaoye finds that Chairman Qian has brought people with him. He is carrying all kinds of gifts. It is wonderful to visit him on the 29th of the lunar new year. Is it not too far away?
Jiang Xiaoye writes faster.
"Good, good word!"
Mr. Mei quickly walks over and looks at Jiang Xiaoye with burning eyes.
"Ha ha, write whatever you want." Jiang Xiaoye nods with a smile.
"Are you Mr. Mei Sanhe
Jiang Yunshan seems to be a guest. He comes to meet him. As soon as he sees Mei Sanhe, he is stunned for a moment. He identifies him again and again, and finds that he really doesn't admit his mistake!
"Ha ha, yes, I am Mei Sanhe. Good words, good words!"
Mei Sanhe's head can't move!
"Mr. Mei Sanhe, Mr. Mei?" Jiang Xiaoye thinks about it for a moment. He has a little impression. After a careful consideration, he is surprised and says, "Mr. Mei Sanhe, the first Chinese player?"
"Oh, I can't do it. It's all flattering. There are mountain people outside the mountain. I saw them today. Ha ha, good words, good words!"
Old Mei looks at Jiang Xiaoye with burning eyes. At such an age, what a terrible talent?
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Q skirt: 578085784
and www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
President Qian of Huaxia painting and Calligraphy Association came to Yushan village and brought some gifts to visit. At the same time, Ye Feng, Bai Xingchen, master Qiu Yu, and Mei Sanhe, a national calligrapher, are also here. They are all travelling in cars. "I hope I can get a painting, but it's too late." Bai Xingchen sighed. "It's going to be used tomorrow evening. It's so far away. It will take at least a few hours to go to Zhongjing by private plane. There's no time to draw a picture of the mountains and rivers. But Mr. Jiang may have a way to drive slowly. Don't worry. Don't run into anyone." Chairman Qian looked at the couplets on the street everywhere to remind the driver. The driver nodded slowly. A painting prepared for the Spring Festival Gala was destroyed by accident. This is a painting of thousands of Li rivers and mountains. It took several masters more than a month to draw the ink painting. When the painting was destroyed, they didn't have time to paint again. President Qian immediately remembered Jiang Xiaoye, the speed of his painting So a group of people came quickly. This painting has a poem inscribed by national player Mei Sanhe. This destruction destroyed the most crucial opening painting! Mr. Mei's back was aching. He turned to see a little girl dragging a couplet to a big man. His eyes were bright. "Stop, stop!" Old Mei yelled, the car has not stopped to open the door to get off, the driver was scared to stop, meilao has been instant rushed down. "What's going on?" "I don't know. Go and have a look!" Several people were scared. Seeing that Mei had nothing to do with her, she quickly got off the bus. Er Niu is holding the couplet. "Brother, don't mom say dad will come back?" "I, I don't know, ha ha." Dahan grabs his head and goes to pick up the couplet. "You said that too!" said two girls "I, I paste couplets..." Dahan is a little guilty. "Where's dad?" "He said he would take me to the amusement park. It's a lie. Hum, I'll ignore him when I come back!" "Brother, where did you say dad was?" He Laogou went to a heterogeneous battlefield and couldn't come back to celebrate the new year. After waiting for so many days, er Niu couldn't wait for any snacks in these two days. Mr. Mei had already run over and looked at the couplet that was going to be pinched and deformed in Er Niu's hand with wide eyes. He said quickly, "little girl, don't pinch it, don't pinch it, don't pinch it!" The word It's amazing! At a glance, Mr. Mei has a feeling that the calligraphy level of the writer is higher than that of him! After more than 60 years of calligraphy study, who is better than him in calligraphy? And it's on the most ragged paper. It's like flowing water all at once! National? "Hello, grandfather It's OK for Erniu to respect the old and love the young. After all, there are too many old people in the village. Politeness is good to learn. "Oh, Hello, little girl. Can you show me this word?" Old Mei swallowed his mouth and was a little frightened. Whose word is this? Why doesn't he know? "Here, granddad, there are so many stickers." Er Niu pointed to the front door, the door frame and the yard, which had been pasted a lot. Only then did Mr. Mei notice that he was stunned for a moment! Big Han see someone divert two Niu's attention, also out of breath, carefully slip down. "Good word!" President Qian came to see the word and immediately shocked: "who wrote this?" "I also want to know Who wrote it... " The more he saw it, the more frightened he felt. It seemed that there was a sense of hierarchy that he had been longing for. This random character is better than him! "Brother Lin wrote it. Brother Lin wrote a lot. I remember you. You came to send pictures to brother Lin last time. Did you come to see brother Lin? He's still writing couplets at home Er Niu mistook Qiu Yu. After all, Qiu Yu has been here several times. Er Niu has seen her. "Brother Lin? Jiang, Jiang Xiaoye, Mr. Jiang? " Qiu Yu was the first to react and was stunned for a moment! Isn't it? Ghost level painter, or national calligrapher? Not to mention painting, sketch, watercolor, oil painting, ink, each is the peak of the field, now even calligraphy to this point? How could that be possible? People's energy is limited, why can we achieve this level? "A word of gold, unexpectedly, unexpectedly How could you write couplets? " The fewer words of this level, the more precious they are. But Jiang Xiaoye actually wrote couplets and sent them to the whole village? Mei is confused. "Grandfather, have you finished watching it? After reading, I can go out and playEr Niu looked at the excited old Mei. What's good about this word? It's not good at all! "This, this To Here it is Mr. Mei was so distressed that such a word was actually used to paste couplets. What's more, it was pasted everywhere like the goods on the floor? "Mr. may, let's go and have a look?" Bai Xingchen indicated. "Go, go A group of people get on the bus in a hurry and rush to Jiang Xiaoye's home. "Brother, I went to play!" Er Niu immediately handed over the couplet and ran away. "Slow down, don't fall!" "I see!" At the moment, he is writing couplets at his home. "Lin, Lin, give me another home, people and business, fortune and fortune, one by one!" "Lin, write a little more happiness and stick it to the pigsty!" "Who needs to hurry up and say, I won't write if I write for a while!" The story of writing couplets at home came, and many people came to have a look. Anyway, it looked beautiful, so they all asked Jiang Xiaoye to have one. "Guests come, guests come, I will not write, ah, I will not write after I finish writing these!" Jiang Xiaoye finds that Chairman Qian has brought people with him. He is carrying all kinds of gifts. It is wonderful to visit him on the 29th of the lunar new year. Is it not too far away? Jiang Xiaoye writes faster. "Good, good word!" Mr. Mei quickly walks over and looks at Jiang Xiaoye with burning eyes. "Ha ha, write whatever you want." Jiang Xiaoye nods with a smile. "Are you Mr. Mei Sanhe Jiang Yunshan seems to be a guest. He comes to meet him. As soon as he sees Mei Sanhe, he is stunned for a moment. He identifies him again and again, and finds that he really doesn't admit his mistake! "Ha ha, yes, I am Mei Sanhe. Good words, good words!" Mei Sanhe's head can't move! "Mr. Mei Sanhe, Mr. Mei?" Jiang Xiaoye thinks about it for a moment. He has a little impression. After a careful consideration, he is surprised and says, "Mr. Mei Sanhe, the first Chinese player?" "Oh, I can't do it. It's all flattering. There are mountain people outside the mountain. I saw them today. Ha ha, good words, good words!" Old Mei looks at Jiang Xiaoye with burning eyes. At such an age, what a terrible talent? The following wonderful, Spring Festival Gala pop god painting, do you want a monthly ticket support? The old book that has monthly ticket also helps cast, below old book link, thank you! Q skirt: 578085784 and www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
