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Yue Qianshan had just lost face and had Xu Chunliang expose the fact that he was praising Ye Qingya. He was a little angry and tried to regain his dignity in front of everyone. He laughed and said: "This young man is very confident, Mr. Qingya, why not Let’s appreciate his handwriting!”

Yue Qianshan was reluctant to even use the word calligraphy, except for someone like Xu Chunliang who could write neatly.

Ye Qingya sighed secretly in her heart. At such an old age, Yue Qianshan's mentality is still easily influenced by outsiders. No wonder his calligraphy has not made any progress in the past ten years. Let the three points be calm and the sea and the sky are brighter. Why bother with someone who has nothing to do with him? There are many people who care about you. Everyone’s level is different. From the moment you care about others, you have already lost.

Now that Yue Qianshan has spoken, Ye Qingya can't refute his face. There are pens, inks, paper and inkstones at the exhibition. These things are specially prepared for famous artists like Yue Qianshan to paint and inscribe. Who would have thought of killing him halfway? Come out with Cheng Yaojin.

Xu Chunliang came to the long case and picked a wolf hair without any courtesy. He did not rush to write and continued to comment. The painting "Slow Voice" was good, but it was not as good as Zhao Ji. , this thin gold body is originally a thin body with tendons, and the use of "gold" to change "tendon" is a sign of respect for the imperial book.

The handwriting of Thin Gold Body is thin and strong, and it is very thin without losing its flesh. Because the strokes are relatively thin and hard, the strokes are exposed, and traces of the strokes such as running Tetons can be clearly seen. It is a very unique style of font.

Although Xu Chunliang didn't say it explicitly, everyone could tell that he was saying that Ye Qingya's characters only had bones and muscles but no flesh.

The people present were all celebrities in the calligraphy world. Listening to this guy's talk, I felt that what he said made sense. Although Ye Qingya's calligraphy was not perfect, saying it was only sixty points was obviously derogatory.

Yue Qianshan said: "Young man, what are you going to write?" He didn't even bother to ask this guy's name, he was just an unknown person.

Xu Chunliang smiled and said, "Everyone will understand if I write it down."

He picked up the pen and started writing. He moved the pen quickly and flexibly. After writing only one word, a thin and graceful grace came over his face.

The fragrant flowers are attached to the green calyx, resplendent in the courtyard,

The zero dew is like being drunk, and the remaining clouds are shining like melting.

It's hard to write a picture, only good luck can do it.

Butterflies dance along the fragrant path, chasing the evening breeze.

Ye Qingya guessed from the first word that he was writing "Mengfang Poems", in regular script with two characters per line, twenty lines in total. The calligraphy has a graceful structure and strong strokes. This calligraphy is the representative work of Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. It was previously stored in the National Palace Museum in Taiwan. Ye Qingya saw the original work and was shocked that it was a masterpiece. For this calligraphy, she went there for three consecutive days. I visited the museum to observe it and copied it countless times in private.

Even so, Ye Qingya still did not dare to display the copied works in front of the public. She was afraid of comparison in everything. After all, the pearls came first.

Xu Chunliang only wrote one sentence, and everyone fell silent.

Yue Qianshan originally wanted this kid to make a fool of himself in front of others, but he didn't expect that he was really capable and amazed everyone with just one word.

After Ye Qingya read Xu Chunliang's calligraphy, she found that he could write much faster than herself, and his strokes were extremely precise, like bending iron and breaking metal. No wonder he said that his painting "Slow Voice" only had a score of 60. Ye Qingya was already convinced. If his painting "Poetry of Hefang" only had a score of 70, then he would definitely not reach the score of 60. .

Yue Qianshan has completely put away his initial disdain. This boy has something. As far as the thin gold body is concerned, his calligraphy skills are definitely better than Ye Qingya's.

Ye Qingya secretly admired in his heart that Chen Bangyan, the hero of the Southern Ming Dynasty who resisted the Qing Dynasty, once wrote the "Poetry of Hefang" written by Zhao Ji Shou Jin: Xuanhe's calligraphy and painting, which are extraordinary through the ages. This scroll is written with the painting method, without the brush and ink borders, the lines are like orchids and bamboos, and the sound of wind and rain is cool. It is truly divine. It is not an exaggeration to praise this person's calligraphy.

Xu Chunliang finished "Mengfang Poems" without naming it.

Ye Qingya praised: "Good words, sir, why didn't you mention your name?"

Xu Chunliang smiled and said: "It is difficult to imitate the work of elegance, so I'd better not write the name, so as not to make the magnanimous people laugh."

Yue Qianshan's heart-felt words have been written like this, but he still thinks it's ridiculous? You are so generous and laughable, what should Ye Qingya do? He also admitted that Xu Chunliang's thin gold style writing was better than Ye Qingya's.

Ye Qingya took it calmly, smiled calmly and said: "So the thin golden body is not your strong point?"

Xu Chunliang nodded and said: "What I'm good at is running grass. If my thin gold body is 70%, then my running grass is probably 90%."

Yue Qianshan said: "Young man, you are from the Calligraphy Association, right?" Based on his usual thinking, he thought that if he could write calligraphy works of this level, he must have joined the local calligraphy association, and maybe the National Calligraphy Association. After all, there are many members. He didn't recognize it completely. He rarely participated in the activities of the local calligraphy association in the past year. He didn't expect that such a young calligrapher would come out.

Xu Chunliang shook his head: "What is the Calligraphy Association?"

The faces of a group of well-known figures in the calligraphy association suddenly darkened. This kid was too crazy. I turned around to find out what his name was. Does he still want to join the organization in the future?

Ye Qingya took the initiative to change a piece of rice paper for Xu Chunliang: "How about asking this gentleman to give him another piece of calligraphy?" From the moment she called Mr. Xu Chunliang, she had already recognized his talent.

Xu Chunliang naturally had no intention of stopping midway. Ye Qingya had already taken the bait. As long as he hooked up with this thread, he would not worry about finding Mei Ruxue. The more you think highly of yourself, the more you flatter others, the more they will look down on you. You must show your extraordinary strength and let them see your abilities, so that they will see you as an equal.

Xu Chunliang changed his pen to a brush, and a series of "Qing Ping Le" appeared in front of people.

Don't come in the middle of spring, it will touch your eyes and break your heart. The fallen plum blossoms are like snow, and they are still full after being brushed.

There is no evidence of the arrival of wild geese, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning home after a long journey. Leaving hatred is like grass in spring, we can travel farther and still be alive.

Ye Qingya was surprised at first, but when Xu Chunliang wrote down the story of "The Falling Plum Blossoms Are Like Snow", she seemed to understand something, and a cryptic smile appeared on her lips. This time Xu Chunliang left her name. When she saw the name Ye Qingya got the answer.

The group of famous calligraphers who were watching all fell silent. Even Yue Qianshan did not comment. He was quite self-aware. Xu Chunliang's calligraphy was better than his own. He had come to prepare the scene today. I was preparing for the inscription, but I never imagined that the situation in front of me would arise, so I had better not show my shame.

After Xu Chunliang finished writing, he said "excuse me" and went to the art exhibition, leaving only a group of celebrities who sighed secretly.

Ye Qingya accompanied Yue Qianshan and his entourage to continue to watch the exhibition, but everyone was in no mood. After a while, Yue Kaishan and others said goodbye and left. They thought that this boy was making Ye Qingya look bad, and they should not come today. , was implicated by Ye Qingya, innocently slapped in the face by a young man, his face was so shameless!

Ye Qingya sent the group of people away and returned to the exhibition hall. Seeing that Xu Chunliang had not left, she slowed down and came to his side: "Mr. Xu hasn't left yet!"

Xu Chunliang smiled and said, "I'm admiring Miss Ye's paintings."

Ye Qingya said: "I'm afraid that these paintings and calligraphy of mine will not be judged by Mr. Xu. The painting "Qing Ping Le" is really well written, especially the sentence about falling plum blossoms being like snow."

Xu Chunliang turned to Ye Qingya. From her thoughtful eyes, he knew that the other party had guessed the purpose of his coming.

Xu Chunliang stretched out his hand: "Let me introduce myself first. My name is Xu Chunliang, from Dongfang Changxing Hospital."

Ye Qingya shook hands with him and invited him to the lounge for tea.

The lounge has a good view. Sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can have a panoramic view of the museum garden.

Xu Chunliang said: "It's a bit presumptuous to visit today. I hope Miss Ye will show her respect."

Ye Qingya said: "You are not here for me."

Xu Chunliang smiled and said: "To be honest, I want to ask you about something."

Ye Qingya said: "What about Xiaoxue?"

Xu Chunliang nodded.

Ye Qingya said: "It's not like you don't have her contact information, why don't you contact her directly?"

Xu Chunliang told the truth that he had called and sent messages to Mei Ruxue, but she did not reply, and he was a little worried that she was in trouble.

Ye Qingya said: "Xiaoxue certainly has her own reasons for not returning your call. It's not convenient for me to interfere in your affairs. One thing I can tell you is that she is fine and has no problems."

Xu Chunliang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At least he knew that Mei Ruxue was safe and his trip was not in vain. He said sincerely: "Miss Ye, can you tell me how to contact her?"

Ye Qingya shook her head and said: "No, I think you have found the wrong person. Regarding this meeting between you and me, I will keep it a secret. I advise you not to think of other ways to find Xiaoxue. If she If I want to see you, I will definitely contact you."

Xu Chunliang realized that it was difficult to make progress from Ye Qingya, and he was not a stalker. He smiled and said, "Excuse me." He stood up and left.

Ye Qingya got up and walked to the door.

When Xu Chunliang turned to leave, he heard Ye Qingya say: "It's better not to try to break some agreed-upon rules. Why bother each other?"

Xu Chunliang paused for a moment, then continued walking forward.

When Xu Chunliang walked out of the art museum, he passed by a man in a black coat. The man was tall and imposing. Both of them glanced at each other from the corner of their eyes, but neither of them spoke. The man went straight to the lounge and saw Ye Qingya putting away the tea sets. With a quick glance, he guessed that she had just received a guest.

Ye Qingya saw him and said with a smile: "Rulong, it's rare for you to come and support me." He was Ye Qingya's husband Qiao Rulong.

Qiao Rulong smiled calmly and said, "You are saying that my husband is too incompetent." He came to Ye Qingya, held her shoulders with both hands and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and you are beautiful again."

Ye Qingya sighed and said, "Don't force yourself to say these things against your will. Sit down. What kind of tea should you drink?"

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