Release that Man

Chapter 28

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Ye Shuang only knew that today was a difficult day, but she didn't expect it to be so difficult.

She didn't know how cruel she could be to the elders of the new son-in-law's parents, but Fang Mo, who had been prepared for a long time, heard that after Ye Shuang's words fell, Grandma Luo continued with a natural understatement: "Then Xiaoye also write a few, I heard from Xiaofeng that you are both excellent in calligraphy and painting."

"!!!"

That little bastard actually said that? !

Ye Shuang burst into tears in an instant. She has been hurting her younger brother for so many years, and this pig teammate is decisive. She doesn't explain,

Grandma please let me go! They are all family members, so why rush each other...

A smile almost overflowed from Fang Mo's throat, but luckily he pressed his fist to his lips and coughed lightly before he could speak out—it wasn't that he was unkind, but mainly because of the momentary moment on the face of his beautiful and handsome friend. The cheating expression that appeared was too gimmick.

That small appearance was so shocking as if it had just been struck by lightning.

Grandma Luo was also a little uncomfortable by Ye Shuang's aggrieved eyes. It seems that her granddaughter Shuangshuang also loved to be so coquettish and shameless since she was a child... Oh, it seems that although the piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy are blown out, this person is not like her. It's really close...

After thinking about it, Grandma Luo didn't make things difficult for her so deliberately, she thought that she could hit and beat casually, so her tone also slowed down: "It's okay, Xiaoye, just write two words casually, it just so happens that the boss of the Provincial Calligraphy Association The seniors are also there, let them give you pointers?!"

Grandma Luo is quite kind, but in fact, she mainly thought that since Xiaodi Ye dared to boast such a bully, then even if the new uncle is not a real famous artist, at least he can still write with a brush that can be seen.

After Fang Mo heard this, he glanced to the side, and sure enough, he saw a few familiar old men standing not far away. It seemed that he hadn't noticed him just now in the inner room, and he didn't know why they all gathered here today.

And this "grandmother" is really stunning, after only a short while, can someone who is not familiar with the place be able to connect with someone? !

I can still ask for advice... It seems that people who become old and smart are not joking.

In Fang Mo's thoughts, he naturally missed Ye Shuang's weak little eyes asking for help.

Being forced onto the owner's table by the smiling eyes of a group of old grandpas, with Grandma Luo standing next to her, Ye Shuang felt urgent to urinate as soon as she held the brush...

"Look at this pen-holding posture is not bad." The old grandpas next to him were still thinking about joking with Grandma Luo, pointing at Ye Shuang as if pointing the country: "This junior from the old girl's family has been practicing for a few years? Can you calm down these days?" There are not many children, and they are all things from our ancestors. We definitely hope to pass them on from generation to generation... Don't worry, we will definitely give this child some pointers later on."

Ye Shuang Lushan Waterfall Khan, this posture is of course good. She is now super good at coordinating her body. She can imitate 80 to 90% of any movement after seeing it once. She doesn't have the skill of brush calligraphy either. No matter how good her body coordination is, she can't hold the earth's indigenous culture at all!

I don't know if the printed ones count. If the old men don't mind it, she might as well take the copybooks outside and scan them, and then send a copy to each person. It's only one dollar... Wait, scan? !

Ye Shuang, who was so stared at, started to think wildly, her eyes lit up, and finally found a way out.

The old men next to him were a little suspicious when they saw Ye Shuangguang standing and posing, but suddenly found that the child's eyes were alive, so they calmed down again, smiling and waiting for Ye Shuang to write.

Ye Shuang, on the other hand, calmed down and turned her eyes to one side of the copybook. Her brain was running at high speed in an instant, and she began to analyze the paper size, font layout, proportion...

When Fang Mo came back to his senses, he also noticed the embarrassed look on Ye Shuang's face. He wanted to think of a way to save his little friend, but before he could speak, Ye Shuang had already started to write.

Splashing ink and splashing ink, chic and dripping... no wonder!

As soon as Ye Shuang started writing, almost everyone present felt awkward.

This awkwardness does not mean that her handwriting is not good-looking, in fact Ye Shuang's handwriting is simply beautiful, at first glance it looks exactly the same as the copybook with Lanting's preface "six or seven success power", look closely Going up... is exactly the same.

The awkwardness is mainly due to Ye Shuang's expression when writing. She is not as unrestrained as a literati, nor as meticulous as a scholar. She looks as if she is doing a scientific research work. And slightly frowned...

The old men looked at each other, dumbfounded after seeing this subtle difference.

Those who engage in art are all of the perceptual type. Simply put, it is the difference between liberal arts students and science students... You write calligraphy like you are doing a physics experiment. What is this? !

Ye Shuang didn't notice the entanglement of other people, and was still following the composition scanned and drawn in his mind, carefully copying the entire copybook to the paper under his hand stroke by stroke.

After finally waiting for her to stop writing, she wiped off her sweat and put the brush aside, then she raised her head and smiled: "Okay, please guide me."

"..." pointing to what? ! Calibration print? !

Fang Mo was speechless for a moment.