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President Qian of the Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Association came to Yushan Village and brought some gifts to visit.
At the same time, the master Ye Feng, the master Bai Xingchen, the master Qiu Yu, and the national calligrapher Mei Sanhe Mei Lao came at the same time. The group of people drove quickly in a car.
¡°I wish I could ask for a painting, but I don¡¯t have enough time.¡±
Bai Xingchen sighed.
"It will be used tomorrow night. The distance is so far. Even taking a private plane to Zhongjing City will take at least a few hours. There is no time to draw a map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. But Mr. Jiang may have a way to drive slowly. No If you're in a hurry, don't touch anyone."
Chairman Qian saw couplets posted everywhere on the street and reminded the driver.
The driver nodded immediately and slowed down.
A painting prepared for the Spring Festival Gala was destroyed due to an accident. It was an ink painting of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, which took several masters more than a month to paint.
The painting was ruined and they had no time to paint it again. President Qian immediately thought of Jiang Xiaoye and the speed at which Jiang Xiaoye painted
So a group of people came quickly.
This painting has a poem inscribed by the national player Mei Sanhe. This destruction, the most critical opening painting, was destroyed like this!
Mrs. Mei¡¯s back was sore from sitting in the car. She accidentally turned around and saw a little girl dragging a couplet and handing it to a big man. Her eyes immediately lit up.
"Stop, stop!"
Mr. Mei shouted, opening the door and getting out of the car before it stopped. The driver was so frightened that he quickly stopped the car. Mr. Mei had already rushed out of the car.
"what happened?"
¡°I don¡¯t know, go and have a look!¡±
Several people were shocked. Seeing that Mr. Mei was okay, they quickly got out of the car.
Erniu held up the couplets in an upright manner.
¡°Brother, didn¡¯t mom say dad would come back?¡±
"I, I don't know either, haha." Dahan scratched his head and went to pick up the couplet.
Erniu said angrily: "You said so too!"
"I, I post couplets"
Da Han feels a little guilty.
"Where is dad?"
"He agreed to take me to the amusement park, he was lying, huh, I ignored him when he came back!"
"Brother, where did dad go?"
??????????????????????????????????????????????????? He Laogou went to the alien battlefield and never came back to celebrate the New Year. Erniu couldn't wait for so many days, and she didn't want to eat any snacks during these two days.
Mrs. Mei had already run over, her eyes widened as she looked at the couplet in Erniu's hand that was about to be squeezed out of shape, and said quickly: "Little girl, little girl, don't pinch, don't pinch, be gentle, don't pinch!"
This word
It¡¯s simply divine!
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ? ? ? ? ? Mr. Mei had a feeling that the person who wrote this character has a higher calligraphy level than him!
Then his scalp became numb. After more than sixty years of calligraphy study, day and night, who could have a higher level of calligraphy than him? And this is done in one smooth motion on the tattered paper!
National level?
"Hello, grandpa!" It's okay for Erniu to respect the old and love the young. After all, there are too many old people in the village, and she has learned good manners.
¡°Hey, little girl, hello, little girl, can you show me this word?¡±
Mrs. Mei swallowed her saliva and was a little frightened. Whose words were these? Why doesn't he recognize it?
"Here, grandpa, there are so many stickers here, they are all there." Erniu pointed to the door, door frame, and yard of the house. There are already many stickers.
Only then did Mr. Mei notice it, and was stunned for a moment!
Seeing that someone had diverted Erniu¡¯s attention, Dahan let out a sigh of relief and carefully slipped down.
"Good words!"
President Qian came and was shocked when he saw this word: "Who wrote this?"
"I also want to knowwho wrote the words" Mr. Mei became more and more frightened as he read. This word seemed to have a layered meaning that he had always longed to achieve.
This casual word is better than him!
"Brother Xiaoye wrote it. Brother Xiaoye wrote a lot. I remember you. You came to deliver paintings to brother Xiaoye last time. Are you here to see brother Xiaoye? He is still writing couplets at home."
Erniu mistakenly admitted Qiu Yu and the others. After all, Qiu Yu had come several times and Erniu had seen them before.
"Brother Xiaoye? Jiang, Mr. Jiang Xiaoye Jiang?" Qiu Yu was the first to react and was stunned for a moment!
Isn¡¯t it? Even if he is a ghost-level painter, he is still a national-level calligrapher.Home?
Let¡¯s not talk about painting. Drawing, watercolor, oil painting, and ink painting are all at the pinnacle of their fields. Has even calligraphy reached this level now?
How can this be?
People¡¯s energy is limited, why can they achieve this level?
"A word worth a thousand pieces of gold, actually, actually actually wrote a couplet?" The fewer words of this level, the more precious they are, but Jiang Xiaoye actually wrote a couplet and gave it to the whole village?
Mrs. Mei was confused.
"Grandpa, have you finished reading? After reading, my brother will post it and I can go out to play."
Er Niu looked at the excited Mr. Mei eagerly. What¡¯s so good about this word? It¡¯s not good at all!
"This, thisgivegive!" Mr. Mei felt terribly distressed. Such words were actually used to post couplets, and what was even more exaggerated was that these words were posted everywhere like street stalls?
"Mr. Mei, let's go take a look?" Bai Xingchen gestured.
¡°Let¡¯s go, let¡¯s go!¡±
The group of people hurriedly got into the car and rushed to Jiang Xiaoye¡¯s home.
"Brother, I'm going to play!" Erniu immediately handed over the couplet and ran away.
"Slow down, don't fall!"
"knew!"
At Jiang Xiaoye¡¯s house, Jiang Xiaoye was writing couplets quickly.
"Xiao Ye, Xiao Ye, give me another family, a prosperous family, a prosperous career, prosperity, wealth and luck, come one by one!"
"Xiao Ye, please write more blessings and post them to the pig pen!"
"Who wants to hurry up and say it? I won't write it after a while!"
News about the couplet writing at home was heard, and many people came to take a look. Anyway, it looked beautiful, so everyone asked Jiang Xiaoye to write one.
"We have guests. We have guests. I won't write anymore. I won't write after I finish writing these!"
Jiang Xiaoye found that President Qian had brought people with him, carrying various gifts. It was strange enough to visit him on the 29th of the New Year. Isn¡¯t it too far away?
Jiang Xiaoye wrote faster as his writing fluctuated.
"Okay, good words!"
Mrs. Mei walked over quickly and looked at Jiang Xiaoye with burning eyes.
"Haha, just write whatever you want." Jiang Xiaoye smiled and nodded, taking his time.
"Are you Mr. Mei Sanhemei?"
Jiang Yunshan seemed to have a guest and came over to greet him. When he saw Mei Sanhe, he was stunned for a moment. He recognized it again and again and found that he really didn't admit his mistake!
"Haha, yes, I am Mei Sanhe, what a good word, what a good word!"
Mei Sanhe can¡¯t even turn his head!
"Mr. Mei Sanhemei?" Jiang Xiaoye thought for a moment and had some impressions. After thinking about it carefully, he was immediately surprised and said: "Is it Mr. Mei Sanhemei, the number one national player in China?"
"Hey, it's all flattering, whether it's deserved or not. There are people outside the mountain, and there are people outside the mountain. I saw it today, hahaha, what a good word, what a good word!"
Mrs. Mei looked at Jiang Xiaoye with burning eyes. At such a young age, how terrifying is his talent?
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