"All right, all right, whatever you want, girl!"

Yan Xiu waved helplessly.

He didn't have any opinions on Su Chen, but his temperament was like this. He didn't stick to the details and said anything.

Nowadays, there are too few young people who like calligraphy and have talent.

After practicing calligraphy for more than a year, Yun Shuyu had excellent talent and made rapid progress in calligraphy. However, she became addicted to doing business and making money with her father, and she made a live broadcast platform. I heard that she did well.

He was supposed to be an excellent disciple of his own, but he gave up calligraphy to go into business, which made Yan Xiu feel sorry all the time.

Now that he has a chance, he naturally wants to give more advice, which can be said to be Yun Shuyu, his registered disciple.

Yunshuyu such hospitality, Su Chen is really not good to refuse, stepped into the stone pavilion, came to the table.

"Su Chen, have you ever practiced calligraphy before? Shall I teach you? " Yun Shuyu asked with a smile.

"No, I learned calligraphy from my father." Su Chen chuckles and shakes his head. He reaches out to pick up the brush. His standard gesture makes Yun Shuyu and Yan Xiu surprised.

In his spare time, Su Wenshan occasionally writes brush calligraphy, which can not be regarded as proficient, but it is also good among amateurs.

Su Chen did follow suit for a few days when he was a child, and in the skills page in his mind, calligraphy skills are of intermediate level.

"Well, Yan, I said Su Chen is very talented." Yun Shuyu looks at Yan Xiu with a smile.

"It's just a pen. It's the most basic thing that elementary school students can learn." In the heart of a touch, but a hard look.

Su Chen grasps the pen the posture, even likes to pick the bone in the egg, all cannot pick out any flaw.

It can be seen that Su Chen is a real calligrapher.

Su Chen didn't listen to the communication between the two, thinking about what to write.

All of a sudden, he had a flash of light in his mind and wrote on rice paper.

The momentum is not as impressive as Yan Xiu, but he never hesitated to write. His writing is steady and powerful, and he can put it in and out freely. His words are like his own. His style is elegant and neat, which shows the pride that young people should have.

On one side of Yan Xiu's back, her hands trembled slightly and her eyes were slightly bright.

For young people of this age, it's very rare to have this kind of ability. The key is that this boy is not a person who specializes in this field.

In this way, the talent is exaggerated.

This period of time dependence, Su Chen in the library brush a little tired, will read some literary novels or books to amuse.

Then one day, his literary skills also broke through the advanced level.

Now what he wrote was a poem that appeared in his mind when his literary skills reached an advanced level.

"Sit and drink the cool water and watch the rustling dust. No reason to hold a bowl and send it to the tea lovers. "

When a poem is finished, Su Chen stops writing and stands up. Looking at his work in front of him, he smiles and nods with satisfaction.

"Why? This young man writes well

"It's very well written and full of vigour. I've practiced calligraphy for several years, and I don't think I can match it!"

"The writing is really good, and this poem is also good. All of you are tea lovers. This poem is very suitable for the occasion, but what kind of poem is it?"

"I like poetry very much, but I haven't seen it before."

“....”

There was a lot of discussion all around.

"Su Chen, you are so good at writing. I didn't expect that you are also proficient in calligraphy." Yun Shuyu looks surprised at Su Chen and praises him.

"I'm flattered. It's much worse than you and master Yan." Su Chen smiles modestly.

"The words are not good enough." Yan Xiu suddenly said.

Su Chen is stiff in her face when she smiles.

"But the talent is good. How long have you studied calligraphy?" Yan Xiu asked.

"Well Strictly speaking, I studied with my father for half a month when I was a child, and then I didn't practice much. " Su Chen answers with a smile.

When this was said, everyone was shocked.

"Young people, don't brag. You can't have this skill if you study half a month as a child." Yan Xiu eyebrow micro Cu, just for Su Chen produced a little favor suddenly reduced a lot.

There are talents, but he doesn't like young people who talk big.

Su Chen laughed and didn't explain. He told the truth.

This kind of thing is really impossible for other people, but who let him be a hang B!

"Su Chen, what poem is this? Who wrote it?" Seeing that the atmosphere of the two people was wrong, Yun Shuyu immediately tried to change the topic and asked.

"I wrote it." Su Chen said with a smile.

Since it is the memory that appears in his brain, it should belong to him.

No problem!

"You wrote it?" Cloud Shu Yu is surprised to stare round beautiful Mou.All around people can't believe to look at Su Chen.

"If you don't brag, you can die. It's good for young people to have a little talent, but you should be down-to-earth and realistic..."

Yan Xiu frowned more tightly and began to preach.

But the words did not say well, was a how voice to interrupt.

"Damn it, I searched the Internet and found that there was no such poem. It was written by him!" Wang Hai holds a mobile phone, a face of shock at Su Chen said.

Yan Xiu's words stopped abruptly, his old face turned red and his eyes flashed with embarrassment.

"I'm not bragging!" Su Chen facial expression says seriously.

"Cough Well, I misunderstood you. It's a good poem Yan Xiu coughed twice and nodded to praise.

Su Chen lips hook up a play with the arc.

The old man has no bad heart, but some are too unpleasant.

Now you know, embarrassment!

"I have no reason to hold a bowl and send it to the tea lover. This poem is well written. It's written in seconds. I didn't expect that my little brother is so talented and talented. It's really powerful!" The man surnamed Mu read a poem and sincerely praised him.

"Mr. Yan, this poem is very suitable for your teahouse. I think you should mount it and hang it in the teahouse." Yun Shuyu said to Yan Xiu with a smile.

Yan Xiu was a little moved, but he had just damaged Su Chen. Now let him ask for this poem. He can't be shy of his old face.

"Handsome boy, since master Shiyan doesn't like it, can you sell me this one? I like it very much." Wang Hai saw that Yan Xiu did not say a word, his eyes turned and his face showed a bright smile and said to Su Chen.

Having been in the shopping mall for so many years, he has great vision and knows how to seize the opportunity.

When Su Chen was young, his calligraphy was so powerful that he could write such excellent poems. He became a real famous scholar after he failed to keep it in good order. Now he spent some money to buy it and collect it. Maybe he can make a lot of money.

"You want this? Then take it. The money won't be used. I'm not a master. " Su Chen said casually.

"No, no, I can't take it for nothing. Otherwise, I'll pay 50000 yuan to buy this. You can give me an account and I'll make money for you." Wang Hai looks firm to say.

Only with money to buy, this is really belong to him, after the real value, also won't make any trouble.

"I'll take this poem. I'll exchange it with you with a pair of calligraphy."

Su Chen was about to promise Wang Hai when Yan Xiu couldn't help speaking.

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