"Whoosh!"
The lounge was in an uproar.
He looked at Yang Chengguang's serious expression.
Everyone knew that he was serious.
"Competition? Oh my god!"
"It's clearly a break time for entertainment. How did it become a competition?”
"Old Yang, don't take it too seriously. Little Shen is still young and impetuous. Don't take it to heart.”
"Old Yang, we see that you've written quite well. Even if there are problems, we'll just keep working hard.”
"There's no need to be angry with young people.”
.....
The old men began to persuade Yang Chengguang.
An old man in his sixties was fighting with a young man in his early twenties. If outsiders saw this, it would not look good.
Moreover, wasn't this bullying?
Although Shen Mu had pointed out the problem with the words.
However, Shen Mu was only in his early twenties.
How could he compare to a wily old fox in his sixties?
Even if he won, it wouldn't be glorious.
Yang Chengguang had been practicing for half his life.
After all, they were all part of the same tour group. Wouldn't it be good to come out and play peacefully?
How could they compete?
The voices of the old men gathered here became louder and louder, and more and more complicated.
The aunties who were playing on the other side could only hear their chattering.
"What happened over there?"
"Why does it feel like a fight is about to break out?”
"Impossible, how could they fight? What's there to fight about?”
....
A few aunties curiously craned their necks to take a look.
Yang Chengguang and Shen Mu stood in the middle of the crowd.
Yang Chengguang's face was ashen and his expression was very serious.
She knew her old man's temper.
This expression must mean that there was a fire in his heart.
And the person Yang Chengguang was looking at now
Little Shen?
Aunt Yang's heart instantly turned cold.
"Did my old man get into a conflict with Little Shen?”
Hearing Aunt Yang's words, the surrounding aunties were also shocked.
"No way! I think Little Shen has a good temper.”
"Yeah, Little Shen is a nice person. I chatted with her on the plane.”
"When my old man came back from chatting with Little Shen over tea, he even said that Little Shen was mature and steady.”
The aunties did not believe it.
Looking at the gentle Shen Mu, how could he have a conflict with an old man?
Mrs. Yang slapped her thigh." Aiya, you guys don't know my old man's temper. The only thing that can make him angry is either his daughter or his calligraphy."”
Usually, Yang Chengguang's temper was quite good, but when it came to calligraphy or his daughter.
For example, he commented that his calligraphy was not good, or that someone bullied his daughter.
His entire person had turned into a barrel of explosives that would explode at the slightest touch.
Judging from their attitude, it probably had nothing to do with their daughter.
After all, they had never told Shen Mu who their daughter was.
Then, it must be related to calligraphy!
Then, he looked at the calligraphy on the table.
He was even more certain of this thought.
Aunt Yang took the lead and rushed forward.
This speed was faster than snatching an egg.
After squeezing into the crowd, Mrs. Yang grabbed Yang Chengguang." What happened?”
The expression on Yang Chengguang's face did not ease at all because of his wife's arrival.
He patted his wife's hand." This has nothing to do with you. Go play on the other side."”
These words were like sending a child away.
At this moment, Mrs. Yang had already guessed what had happened.
She pulled Yang Chengguang and refused to let go." Let's talk things out. I know your temper.”
"It's nothing. It's just entertainment." Yang Chengguang forced a smile.
The expression on his face was even uglier than No Smile's.
At this point, Yang Chengguang turned to look at Shen Mu. He gritted his teeth and asked," Little Shen, it's the entertainment bureau. It doesn't hurt the harmony, right?"”
Looking at Yang Chengguang's livid face, everyone knew that he was serious.
Just by looking at the two words that Yang Chengguang wrote, anyone who knew calligraphy would know that it was a good calligraphy even in the world of calligraphy.
Even if there was a problem, it was inevitable. Even if someone from the calligraphy world came up, they couldn't say that they didn't make any mistakes.
Calligraphy pursued nothing more than following one's heart. As long as the whole was correct and beautiful, it could be considered good calligraphy.
They looked at Shen Mu and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for him.
The truth was indeed as they had thought.
Although Yang Chengguang said that it was the entertainment bureau.
But in fact, he had already begun to think about what kind of words to write to win in one move and make Shen Mu apologize for his reckless behavior just now.
Yang Chengguang had practiced calligraphy for most of his life.
He spent all his energy on studying calligraphy.
How could there be a problem with writing?!
Hearing Yang Chengguang's unfriendly tone, Shen Mu didn't mind and smiled indifferently." Aunt Yang, don't worry. My competition with Uncle Yang is purely for entertainment."”
When Shen Mu spoke, his tone was light, sounding like a spring breeze.
Just as he thought, it was exactly what he said: He wasn't serious about the entertainment bureau.
Looking at the two of them, one old and one young, they presented two completely different states to everyone.
One was calm and composed, while the other was impatient and impatient.
Just by listening to the conversation between the two of them, who could tell who was the elder?
Looking at the performance of these two people, Yang Chengguang seemed like an old child.
Seeing that the two of them had reached an agreement, Aunt Yang did not say anything else.
She could only let go of Yang Chengguang's hand, but she did not dare to go too far away from him. She stared at him closely, afraid that her old man would say something wrong again.
At this time, Zhang Qingming stood up and said loudly," Okay, Little Shen and Brother Yang have discussed it. The entertainment bureau, everyone can write calligraphy happily. It won't hurt the harmony.”
Zhang Qingming glanced at Yang Chengguang.
Seeing that his expression had finally eased up, she smiled helplessly.
Then, he said," I just thought of a theme.”
"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Let's use the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme to write a calligraphy piece!”
"There's no time limit.”
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