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Chapter 114 Maybe I'm Really a Trash
Mr. Xie, who was still observing calligraphy, almost jumped up when he heard these words.

"What did you just say, can you say it again?" Mr. Xie walked up to the man quickly and asked with a serious face.

Elder Tang's face was also solemn in an instant, and he walked up to Elder Xie and stood side by side: "How did you inquire?"

Hearing the letter reported by the young man, Mr. Tang felt that he had heard it wrong.

The words written by the delivery boy?
What a joke!
People are busy delivering food every day, so there is no time to practice calligraphy!
However, the shocked expressions on the faces of the people around told him that what he just said seemed to be true.

So he's going to let this say it again.

The young man was being tortured by the eyes of the two big men, and he felt as if he was going through a thousand cuts.

"Yes, it was written by a little brother who delivered food. He is quite young, and I guess it looks like 23." The young man bit the bullet and stammered, "They said that it was the little brother who went up to find Mr. Ding. Dou Zi, later Ding Lao left, it seems because he lost..."

Mr. Xie and Mr. Tang looked at each other, only to feel a muffled thunder rumbling above their heads.

Not only them, but other onlookers also felt the same feeling of thunder when they heard these words.

The master who wrote such a calligraphy is actually a delivery man?

Rather than what they imagined, it was written by Ding Lao who suddenly broke through and became a master.

In the imagination of ordinary people, a grand master should be a person with swaying sleeves, a fairy-like character, standing above the crowd, and the height is too cold.

No matter how bad it is, at least it should be kind-hearted, sitting on the high platform every day, teaching disciples.

Can one deliver food?

This image gap is comparable to the Great Rift Valley in East Africa.

Xie Lao put on a critical face and looked at Tang Lao: "Just now, did I hear correctly?"

Elder Tang, who has seen countless turmoil over the years, is also a little uncertain at this time: "Should, did you hear me right?"

Seeing that the two didn't believe it, the young man quickly took out his mobile phone and handed it to the two: "Someone recorded a video just now, please watch it."

Seeing the young man pull out his mobile phone, there are already companions around him wondering what he is going to do.

Originally wanted to stop him, but the young man's movements were too fast. He had already handed over the phone as soon as his companion took a step.

The young man who noticed his companion's movement gave him a thumbs up with a smug smile on his face.

How about it?I am smart!

The companion looked indifferent. Seeing the reaction of the two masters, you still took the pole and sent the video. Do you think they were not shocked enough?

And Mr. Xie's eyes are obviously not right anymore.

Just as the young man handed over the phone, Mr. Xie's hands were already shaking.

Thinking about it, as a highly respected calligrapher in his seventies and eighties, he suddenly learned that a young takeaway boy had reached the realm of a master earlier than him.

This kind of blow must be bigger than Ding Lao becoming a grandmaster.

Immediately afterwards, in their eyes, Mr. Xie, who should be pitying himself at this moment, suddenly threw the phone forcefully and let out a wild laugh that didn't fit his current age and status.

"Hahaha, I knew it wasn't old man Ding who wrote it!"

"Let me just say, I haven't made a breakthrough for so many years, and I made a breakthrough by writing on the white wall?"

"It's nonsense! The feelings were defeated by the young people, and they left without face."

The two looked at Mr. Xie who was highly respected in their hearts on weekdays, and now he was laughing wildly like an ordinary person who won a 2000 million lottery.

So, are you actually such an old Xie?

What you care about is that this calligraphy was not written by Mr. Ding, but that Mr. Ding lost the battle with Ren?
Did you miss the point!
The point now is that a delivery man actually wrote such calligraphy!
Hey, the new peerless grandmaster!

"Ahem, pay attention to your image." Elder Tang coughed twice and reminded.

When Mr. Xie was reminded by Mr. Tang, he immediately realized that there were still many juniors around watching, and immediately put away his wanton venting.

"Well, Lao Ding actually lost. It's really a pity. As his friend for many years, I hope that he can reach a higher level after this failure and break through to the master soon." Xie Lao blushed without heartbeat, weaving a Insanely false lies.

"Mr. Xie is really caring and generous. He really cares about Mr. Ding."

"Presumably Ding knew that Mr. Xie missed him so much, and he would be very moved."

The juniors around him looked respectful on the surface, but they were full of slander in their hearts.

But pull it down, you just wished someone would fail.

Look, the corners of your mouth are rising again!

As if sensing that the young man was complaining about him, Mr. Xie glanced at them bitterly, and then fell into his own carnival again.

He knew that with Old Ghost Ding's abilities, he would never be able to write such characters!

As for who wrote it?

Fuck him!

As long as you know it wasn't written by Ding Laogui.

Fortunately, it wasn't written by Ding Laogui, and I was ready to run away just now.

The two have belittled each other for so many years, if old man Ding really breaks through to the master first, maybe he will show off in front of him.

I will not let Old Ghost Ding have such a chance!

As for why such a calligraphy master would go to deliver food, besides playing in the world, the only thing is that his family is poor.

Thinking about it, Mr. Xie suddenly became depressed.

Calligraphy requires not only talent, but also perseverance, understanding, the tempering of life, the precipitation of time, and the experience brought by a lot of years.

Even if the little brother who delivers food has been practicing calligraphy since his mother's womb, he shouldn't be the master now.

Don't you see that old man Ding has gray hair all over his head. It has been more than 50 years since he first learned calligraphy, and he still hasn't become a master.

But a 23-year-old brother, twice his age, has become a master.

Where does this make sense?
Thinking that he might not be as good as old man Ding, Mr. Xie suddenly felt that he had been living like a dog for decades.

Originally, Mr. Xie wanted to confirm whether this was the case.

But when I think about what was played in the video just now, it can be said to be solid evidence.

That word was written by a delivery boy!

The bright yellow uniform on the screen is too dazzling!

And the people around also passed on their mobile phones one by one, and everyone watched the video.

The photographer was standing at the back to shoot, so the delivery boy's face was not captured in the video, only the appearance of the delivery boy writing like a dragon and a snake on the white wall, writing like a fly.

After watching the video, everyone has only one thought in mind.

Maybe... he is really a waste.

(End of this chapter)