The richest man Yang Fei

"Yes, you made her famous. Now she probably has joined many associations, right?"

"Haha! It's not that she joined many associations, but many associations came to her door and asked her to join their associations! Such a famous and influential painter is not even admitted to the association? Doesn't that prove that there is something wrong with the association? So we must Invite her to join! Sister Li doesn't like to participate in various activities, even if she joins the association, it's just a false name."

"She is a real artist, she is devoted to artistic creation, and she does not hear anything outside the window."

Yang Fei said: "Actually, Sister Li understands the art of life very well. Her life is exquisite and beautiful."

The two walked while chatting, admiring the artistic charm of Liulichang.

"Hey, Yang Fei, look, there are clay figurines here!" Chen Mo laughed.

"What's so good about clay figurines? There are also clay figurines in Liulin Town." Yang Fei smiled.

Chen Mo said: "Look!"

Yang Fei said: "Then take a look."

The two stood by and watched for a while.

Chen Mo saw that the craftsman pinched it so lifelike, so he wanted to pinch it too.

The master asked: "How many pinches?"

Chen Mo said: "Squeeze two! Me and him!"

The master glanced at them, and then pinched them quickly.

Before Yang Fei could see it clearly, the other party had already pinched it.

Chen Mo took it over and said wow: "It seems!"

Yang Fei was dumbfounded when he saw it.

picture!

It is very similar indeed.

However, the artist pinched the portraits of him and Chen Mo together.

There is a famous trick here, that is, there is me in you, and you in me.

Like conjoined twins.

Chen Mo smiled and said: "Yang Fei, look, it's very interesting. Just like what was said in the song "Wo Nong Ci", Er Nong I Nong, there are so many emotions, and there are many emotions, hot as fire. Take a piece of clay Twist one of you, mold one of me, break the two of us together, and mix them with water. Twist another of you, and then mold another of me. I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud. I and you have the same quilt, Die in the same coffin!"

Yang Fei glanced at her, thinking that you knew this poem long ago, and you also knew that this craftsman would make it like this, so you made it on purpose, right?

Chen Mo glanced at him: "What's wrong? Are you afraid of being seen by Su Tong?"

Yang Fei's thoughts were seen through by her, and he touched his nose in embarrassment: "What's the matter!"

"Then I'll put it on your desk!"

"what?"

"Don't want to? Then put it on my desk!"

"...Then it's better to put it on my desk."

"Teasing you! I want to treasure it!"

"How long can this mud be stored?"

"I can bake it into porcelain and treasure it forever!"

"..."

Back at the company, Yang Fei cleaned up the office and began to practice calligraphy against the handwriting stickers.

He bought "Orchid Pavilion Preface" and specially selected the herringbone and he characters in it to practice.

I had just written two pieces of rice paper four feet apart when there was a knock on the door.

Yi Dai is here.

Yang Fei smiled and said, "You came just in time, I was just looking for you to ask about yesterday's affairs!"

Yi Dai came over, glanced at the words he wrote, and then burst out laughing.

Yang Fei said: "What? You also know calligraphy?"

Yi Dai said: "Boss, is this also called calligraphy?"

Yang Fei smiled awkwardly: "I just learned it!"

It is estimated that in the whole company, only Yi Dai dared to laugh at Yang Fei's bad handwriting.

At this time, Wei Xinyuan came in to deliver the materials, glanced at Yang Fei's handwriting, and cheered: "Well written!"

Yang Fei glared at him: "Tell the truth!"

Wei Xinyuan said: "Good is good!"

Yang Fei laughed out loud.

Wei Xinyuan left the information and left.

Yang Fei smiled at Yi Dai: "How is it?"

Yi Dai shrugged her hands and said helplessly: "Everything the leader writes is good. No matter how good our writing is, who will appreciate it?"

"You can also write?"

"Yes!"

"Really? Let me see if you write two characters. Just write the two characters 'renhe'."

Yi Dai was not stage-frightened either, and immediately took Yang Fei's brush, glanced at it, and said, "Good brush."

She touched the rice paper again: "Good paper."

Yang Fei shook his head speechlessly.

Everything is fine!

It's just that his handwriting is not good!

Just when he was mistaken, Yidai had already written the word Renhe.