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Chapter 85 Did you see what your son-in-law wrote with your own eyes?

"Old Qin, after talking so much, when can we take a look?"

"That's right, didn't you say that the copybook is in your hands, take it out and let us have a look?"

Hearing the people's burning desire, Qin Qingfeng explained with a smile: "Don't worry, everyone, to tell the truth, this copybook was not written by others, but by Lao Yang's son-in-law."

After hearing the words, everyone turned their attention to Yang Dingguo, and asked in disbelief, "Old Yang, did your son-in-law write it?"

"Hey..." Sensing everyone's gaze, Yang Dingguo suppressed a smug smile, nodded in affirmation and said, "It was indeed written by my son-in-law."

"To be honest, the first time I saw this copybook, I couldn't believe it was written by him, so after I got the copybook, I ran to Mr. Qin to read it the same day."

"Yes!" Qin Qingfeng echoed.

At the same time, I added secretly in my heart: "You didn't come to see me to appreciate it together, you came to cheat on my piece of huanghuali wood." '

"Old Yang, I want to ask, how old is your son-in-law?"

An old man in a light red Tang suit asked.

Yang Dingguo replied truthfully: "Those who belong to the dragon are exactly 24 years old this year."

"What?"

"24 years old?"

Now, everyone at the scene, except Qin Qingfeng, felt a little unreliable, and even felt that Yang Dingguo and Qin Qingfeng were just teasing everyone during the Chinese New Year.

Many traditional things cannot be faked.

Among musical instruments, pipa, guzheng, erhu, etc., there is no skill that does not require hard work.

As for calligraphy, there is no way to fake it. Every stroke, stroke, and stroke is a test of true skill.

A young man of 24 years old...

For the calligraphy world, he is just a fledgling junior. Can he write characters with his own unique charm?
Don't say they don't believe it, even the entire Hua Kingdom, as long as they know a little bit of calligraphy, they won't believe it.

"Lao Yang, Lao Qin, you two won't be celebrating Chinese New Year together to make fun of us old men, right?"

"That's right, 24 years old. It's not bad for a person of this age to be able to write neatly with a brush. Can you write with your own charm, do you believe it?"

"That is to say, among us present, which one is not old enough to imitate a trace of charm?"

"He is 24 years old and can write his own charm. Why do I not believe it?"

"Old Yang, did you see your son-in-law write it with your own eyes?"

"Uh..." After hearing the last question, Yang Dingguo's heart skipped a beat.

Yup
I didn't see Zhang Xiao write it with my own eyes!
I just heard from my niece that those two copybooks were made by grinding the ink with her own hands and seeing Zhang Xiao write them with her own eyes.

However, based on Yang Mi's feelings for Zhang Xiao, it is very likely that she wanted Zhang Xiao to make a good impression at home, so she lied!

After all, Yang Mi didn't know much about calligraphy, so she naturally didn't know how much the real value behind Zhang Xiao's two copybooks was.

Seeing that Yang Dingguo didn't speak, everyone immediately confirmed their suspicions.

"Old Yang, it seems that you are not sure yourself, right!"

"Lao Yang, you are a bird player and your eyes were pecked by a bird."

"It's dark under the hand lamp, it is indeed possible!"

"···"

As the doubts of the people present became more and more louder, Qin Qingfeng couldn't help but knocked on the table and scanned the crowd.

After everyone calmed down, he said: "Okay, everyone, don't guess here and there, why don't we go to Zhang Xiao now, and ask him face to face, so we will know?"

"Yeah, that's a great idea!"

"Old Yang, can you help introduce me?"

Everyone present agreed with Qin Qingfeng's suggestion, regardless of whether the two copybooks were written by Zhang Xiao, but Zhang Xiao must know someone who can write uniquely charming copybooks.

The reason why Qin Qingfeng said this was because he wanted to know Zhang Xiao.

Otherwise, Yang Dingguo would not have been allowed to take Zhang Xiao with him when he went to Southwest University to give a speech yesterday.

Not to mention Zhang Xiao's calligraphy, but his ability to create ancient poems is enough for people to see Zhang Xiao's talent.

Therefore, Qin Qingfeng believed even more in his heart that the two copybooks were indeed written by Zhang Xiao.

When Yang Dingguo heard that he wanted to be introduced, he hesitated and said, "How about tomorrow? Tomorrow I happen to take him to pay New Year's greetings to relatives."

Hearing Yang Dingguo's words, the others were a little unhappy.

After all, it's the New Year's Eve, and everyone's time is precious.

"Can't you do it today?"

"Yeah, we came here overnight just for this matter."

"There may still be people who are planning to come here now. If it wasn't written by your son-in-law, wouldn't other people have to make a trip in vain?"

"Lao Yang, we don't say anything about literati being inferior to each other. You should also be considerate. This matter is really important to the entire calligraphy circle of Huaguo."

"Let me tell you this, if it can be proved that those two copybooks were written by your son-in-law, I will directly give him the position of president of the Calligraphy Association."

Hearing this, Yang Dingguo said dumbfoundedly: "Old Zhu, you have already talked about this, how dare I introduce Zhang Xiao to you?"

At this time, Qin Qingfeng, who was the president of the Literary Association next to him, also echoed: "Indeed, the president of the association is fine, but the honorary president is fine."

After finishing speaking, Qin Qingfeng secretly slandered in his heart: "Okay, old Zhu, you have made a good plan. I regard Zhang Xiao as my successor. You actually want him to be the president of some calligraphy association. Do you think I'm here? '

Old Zhu naturally didn't know that Qin Qingfeng still had such thoughts, but he didn't object when he heard that Zhang Xiao was given the position of honorary president.

In his heart, if Zhang Xiao really had the ability to write a unique style of copybook, it would be considered as giving Zhang Xiao the president of the Calligraphy Association, and Lao Zhu would be very happy in his heart.

"Ugh···"

Everyone said what I said, and Yang Dingguo couldn't refuse anymore.

Nodding helplessly, he said, "Okay then, let's go!"

Immediately, he took out his phone and called Xu Lan, wanting to ask where she took Zhang Xiao and the others now.

Xu Lan told him that several people were in Xintiandi Tea House.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Dingguo rushed over with everyone.

···
In the Xintiandi teahouse at this time.

"Bar!"

After Zhang Xiao shouted, he continued to touch another card, slapped it on the table, and said with a smile: "Aunts, I'm really sorry, all the bars are blooming, every family is 64, pay the bill!"

"···"

Xu Lan's three old sisters carefully looked at Zhang Xiao's cards, and suddenly their faces turned pale, and they kept muttering:

"Damn it, why is he bearded again, and he's still blooming..."

(End of this chapter)