"Complete!"
The old man was so excited that his eyebrows and beard were trembling.
"Sun-in-law, can you write the complete version?”
"Sure, but Grandpa, you have to promise me one thing.”Ye Huan's heart skipped a beat as if he had recalled something.
"Good, good, good!" Old Liu said anxiously. You can have anything you want! Let alone one, even if it was ten or a hundred, I would deserve it.”
"I'll help you write, and you'll help me take a video with my mother, ah no, Xiaoqing.”
"Sure, I agree!"
Old Liu nodded immediately.
He agreed.
The tigress was dumbfounded.
Previously, when Ye Huan suggested to let her grandfather help take the video, she had always opposed it.
For such a person to cooperate with you in filming a video?
It was equivalent to asking a retired general to play rubber band with you.
No!
Grandpa.
You've changed.
You're not this kind of grandfather.
Where is your status?
........
"Grandpa, the paper is too small. Can you change it to a bigger one?”
Ye Huan pointed at the paper on the desk and said.
He could write it on a small piece of paper, but Su Dongpo's poems were bold and unrestrained. Only by using large ink paper could the artistic conception be reflected.
The old man became even more excited when he heard that he was going to exchange for a large piece of paper.
"Good, good, good! Change to a big piece of paper, change to a big pen. What are you three brats doing? Go and grind the ink.”
"Yes, yes, yes."
The Liu family members started to get busy. The three brothers hurriedly ground the ink, and the juniors were busy spreading the paper.
The large piece of paper was spread out and covered half of the table. It was three to four meters long.
Ye Huan strode to the desk and pondered for a moment before he started writing.
Remembering Nujiao: Red Cliff reminisces the past.
The great river flows east, the waves wash away, he is a legendary figure.
On the west side of the old camp, people said that it was the Red Cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms.
Rocks pierced through the sky, and raging waves hit the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.
The landscape was like a painting, and there were many heroes at that time.
Thinking back to the time when Gongjin was married.
"Good, good, good! Good lyrics!"
At the side.
Old Liu's body trembled, and his eyes sparkled.
Although he couldn't tell who the poem was written about, the bold and unrestrained sentences in it really amazed him.
In the current Chinese literary world, there was absolutely no other person who could write such a magnificent poem.
Perhaps only the masterpieces left behind by the ancients could compete with it.
"Good calligraphy, good lyrics, it can be called a peerless masterpiece.”
"Perfect!"
"I've learned something."
The Liu Family members were all amazed.
He is bold and handsome.
With a feather fan and a turban, he laughed and laughed, and the oars were reduced to ashes.
I'm lost in my own country. I'm so sentimental that I should laugh at me. I've long had gray hair.
Life is like a dream, a bottle of wine is still in the river moon.
In the end, Ye Huan waved his pen and succeeded.
"Good, good, good! Great skill, great skill, good handwriting, good lyrics, good grandson.”
Old Liu's eyes were blurred as he looked at the calligraphy with infatuation.
The more he looked, the more infatuated he became.
The handwriting was bold and powerful, and the words revealed a bold and unrestrained atmosphere.
The whole set of words was natural and the artistic conception was perfect.
It was a level higher than the previous sentence.
Old Liu sat for nearly an hour. When the words were dry, he asked his children and grandchildren to put them away and personally sent them to the inner room of the study.
"You guys continue practicing your calligraphy. My good son-in-law, give them some pointers!”
After saying that, the old man closed the door.
He wanted to keep it, but he couldn't help but slowly open it and study it over and over again.
Not long after.
Old Liu put away the scroll and took out the poem that Ye Huan had written earlier and placed it on the table.
He picked up his phone and made a call.
"Hey! Old fart, come to my house. I have something good to show you.”
"Hey, old bastard, come to my house quickly. I've got a treasure and I'll let you broaden your horizons.”
After making two calls, Old Liu narrowed his eyes and sipped his tea.
Good things were not to be kept for self-admiration, but to be used to show off.
If he didn't show off, wouldn't it be like wearing brocade at night and not returning home?
Of course.
The old fellow's status was obvious, and the person he was showing off to was not an ordinary person.
Everyone had different circles.
"Little Ye, Little Ye, what do you think of Uncle's handwriting? Give me some pointers.”
"Little Ye, look at your Third Uncle. To be honest with you, I've always felt that Eldest Brother and Second Brother are inferior to me, but they still refuse to admit it.”
"Brother Ye Huan, is that what it says?”
"Ye Huan, come here and take a look at what I wrote.”
The Liu family members all asked Ye Huan for advice.
Ye Huan would occasionally give some pointers, and they all looked grateful.
Looking at the Liu family members who were respectful to him, Ye Huan felt melancholic.
She was here to meet her parents, so she should be the one nervous.
This wasn't right.
Especially the father of the tigress.
He looked at her as if she was an expert.
A son-in-law is half a child. We are a junior.
Do you always have to be like this?
It made me feel awkward.
If this scene was seen by outsiders, who knew how many eyeballs would fall out of their sockets.
The famous Three Heroes of the Liu Family.
But he was an influential figure who could cause an earthquake in Shanghai just by dodging his feet.
However…
Ye Huan had conquered Old Liu, so he had conquered everyone in the Liu family.
His status instantly rose.
Even the tigress looked at Ye Huan differently.
Deep love filled the corners of her eyes.
On this day, Ye Huan felt good about himself.
To Ye Huan's surprise, the tigress 'handwriting was actually the best among the younger generation.
Boom! Boom...
Two Audi A8s rushed into the villa one after another. Two old men in their sixties, one fat and one thin, rushed into the inner room of the study.
"What treasure?"
"Old thing, where is the treasure? Let us see it.”
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