The goddess's home signed for one year, I turned over

When Bai Qiyun got out of the car, he saw Qian Chun asking with a smile: "Boy from the Bai family, what kind of calligraphy and painting is it that makes you have the guts to hit my Jin Sinan's attention?"

"Hey, Mr. Qian, let's go in and have a look." Bai Qiyun triumphantly patted the wooden box in the creaking nest.

Although Qian Chun didn't live in a place as magnificent as the Bai family's, his reputation in China was no less than that of Bai Qiyun's father.

As the literary master of the entire Hua Kingdom, his students are all over the political, business and military circles, and he can be said to be a powerful person.

Moreover, Qian Chun and Bai Gang have been in an old relationship for decades.

The two came to the study.

Qian Chun said with a half-smile, "Take it out, are you afraid that I will snatch it from you?"

While talking, his eyes fell on the wooden box in Bai Qiyun's creaking nest.

He knew that Bai Qiyun was not an aimless person, what could make him so confident was his calligraphy and painting skills.

"Don't worry, I have to slow down, I can't break it!" Bai Qiyun carefully took out the wooden box.

"Tch, seeing how nervous you are, if you don't know, you might think you got an authentic Tang Bohu painting!" Qian Chun couldn't help complaining.

"More worth than that!"

Bai Qiyun is also a person who knows the goods, he knows how well this handwriting is, and also knows how fake Tang Bohu's authentic works are in the market.

It can be said that this character can instantly kill all the calligraphers of the present age, even those of the ancient masters.

Chapter 137 The President of the Literary Association was Shocked and Extinct

Among the current calligraphers in the entire Hua Kingdom, most of them imitate the charm of the ancients, and no one can write calligraphy and paintings with their own style.

Only the author of this copybook has written his own style.

Bai Qiyun slowly took out the wooden box, and murmured in a low voice: "Scramble, you definitely won't be able to snatch mine, I'm afraid that if the copybook is damaged in the process of scrambling, the loss outweighs the gain. Already!"

As soon as these words came out, Qian Chun's face suddenly fell down, and he said angrily: "Boy, don't worry, although I don't have as much money as you, I have a bottom line than you! Hurry up!"

Bai Qiyun's words are not very offensive, but extremely insulting!

"Okay, okay, don't rush, just take a good look, don't damage it!" Bai Qiyun took the copybook out of the wooden box.

Open slowly.

In an instant, in Qian Chun's eyes, the three characters "March in the Army" appeared.

Just reading these three words already made Qian Chun's mouth shut, his eyes widened, and his heart was even more shocked.

He hurriedly took out his reading glasses and took a closer look.

"This···"

"Floating like floating clouds, combining hardness and softness, good words!" Qian Chun couldn't help but praised:

"Looking at the ink marks, it must have been written a few days ago, and the word already has a charm, but I can't tell, which ancient style is this!"

"Boy, where did your copybook come from?"

Qianchun asked a little excitedly.

This has to make him excited!

In the calligraphy world of Huaguo, no one has been able to write such a charming copybook for many years.

Although there are many calligraphers on the surface, their handwriting is not a bit worse than that of the ancients.

If one can imitate the charm of the ancients, in today's calligraphy world, it can be regarded as the existence of a master in the world.

As for writing the charm of your own style?

This really doesn't exist.

After all, contemporary calligraphers don't want to think that in ancient times, there was only one way to go. Today's calligraphers have many ways to choose.

So I can't get that kind of practice, practice calligraphy to the extreme, or practice painting to the extreme height.

After a long time, the works of the entire calligraphy world are gradually regressing.

But the ink on the copybook in front of Qian Chun is still brand new, and the workmanship of this rice paper is obviously produced in modern times, which shows that it was not made by any ancient person.

However, its charm is unique, unrestrained and elegant. In Qian Chun's knowledge, no ancients have this style.

It can only show that the person who wrote this copybook must be a modern person. What's more frightening is that he didn't copy the ancients, but really created his own style, showing his own style in the copybook. charm.

"Old Qian, please tell me how you like this word first!"

Seeing Qian Chun's expression, Bai Qiyun was very satisfied, and said deliberately.

I still secretly despise in my heart.

Mr. Qian's mentality is not good. When I first saw this calligraphy and painting, I was not as gaffe as he was!

It's just that Bai Qiyun doesn't know that the more people who have studied calligraphy, the more shocked they will be when they see this copybook.

Because of the shock in his heart, Qian Chun blushed a little, and said, "This, this word is very good, very good!"

He didn't know what words to use to evaluate this copybook.

However, what excites him even more is yet to come.

When he continued to read along "March from the Army", he almost passed away excitedly.

Seeing this, Bai Qiyun quickly walked behind him, stroked Qian Chun's back with his palm, and comforted him: "Don't get excited, don't get excited, calm down, take a deep breath!"

Qian Chun is almost [-] now, if because of this copybook, he is excited to 'pass', then Bai Qiyun will be in big trouble.

Originally, I just wanted to show off, just take away that piece of gold silk, and never thought of giving Qian away.

After Qian Chun took a few deep breaths, he finally calmed down a little. He took out a box of antihypertensive medicine from his pocket, and swallowed it with a grunt.

"Tell me, who wrote this copybook, and where did you get it!"

After taking the antihypertensive medicine, Qian Chun continued to ask questions.

"My daughter, my daughter's boyfriend gave it to me. It seems to be a good brother of his. He also knows Qian, and Qi Zhongxun's grandson-in-law, he said he wrote it!" Bai Qiyun said truthfully.

However, in his heart, he still doesn't believe that this word was written by Lu Yunqi.

"Qi Zhongxun's grandson-in-law?" Qian Chun thought for a while.

He knew Qi Zhongxun, but he didn't pay attention to his grandson-in-law. Besides, that old guy has so many granddaughters, which grandson-in-law wrote it?

"Cough, it was written by Lu Yunqi, the current president of Haochen Group and Qi Xuanxuan's husband!" Bai Qiyun couldn't help reminding.

"Lu Yunqi?" Qian Chun frowned slightly, raised his eyes, and searched for the memory of this person in his mind.

After a while, suddenly said:

"Is that the one who wrote the martial arts novel "Dragon and Ba Bu", and then made TV series, movies, and also sang?"

After the novel "Tian Long Ba Bu" became popular, Qian Chun heard the people below talk about this book, so he went to read it.

At the beginning, I just wanted to read the author's writing style, but I didn't expect to be fascinated by it.

"Yes, he is a very talented young man!" Bai Qiyun replied with a wry smile on his face.

Good son-in-law, someone else's!

However, when he thought that this song "March in the Army" was chosen by Baicha's boyfriend as a gift, he still had a smug smile on his face:

"Mr. Qian, this poem was specially selected by my son-in-law for our Bai family. Would you like to taste it?"

How could Qian Chun not see that Bai Qiyun had obtained a masterpiece that won his heart, and he was showing it off!

But he didn't complain, but read aloud in a low voice intently:

"Qinghai's long clouds and dark snow mountains, the lonely city looking at Yumen Pass in the distance;"

"Yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and if you don't break Loulan, you will never return it."

"Okay, okay, good poem, it's such a good poem to be able to write such momentum!"

After Qian Chun finished reading it in a low voice, he praised it sincerely.

The first two sentences are written in a vigorous style, which is enough to express the vast frontier scene, making people feel that they are in a battlefield.

And the last two sentences are a good description of the heroic ambition of the frontier soldiers, not afraid of sacrifice, that kind of death will.

In just 28 words, it tells the world too much.

This man must be a man of great ambition.

If you don't break Loulan, you won't pay it back~~~!

"Hahahaha, absolutely, absolutely!"

Qian Chun looked at the calligraphy and painting in front of him, and laughed out loud, praising it non-stop.

Seeing this, Bai Qiyun felt extremely proud.

When he saw this copybook for the first time today, why didn't Bai Qiyun himself want to look up to the sky and laugh?

But the scene at that time did not allow it. The general human body cannot understand that kind of aggrieved.

"How about it, Mr. Qian, this copybook is worthy of your material!" At this time, Bai Qiyun asked appropriately.

Chapter 138 The Importance to the Calligraphy World (please subscribe for monthly ticket)

"Well, it's worthy, come and pick it up in three days, and I'll frame it for you!" Qian Chun nodded, and the corner of his mouth curled upwards.

"No!" Bai Qiyun shook his head and refused without thinking.

Are you kidding me?

It will be picked up in three days, and I will give it to the old man for "appreciation" at night!

Then Bai Qiyun said again: "Just give me the golden nanmu, I'll go back and frame it myself, how can I bother you?"

The 'sneaky smile' on Qian Chun's face disappeared in an instant, and he said reluctantly, "How can I let you go back and frame it by yourself?"

"Why can't you?" Bai Qiyun rolled his eyes and continued: "Old Qian, don't think I don't know. Seeing that your eyeballs are almost thrown into the copybook, you are obviously greedy for my copybook!"

"What you said, I still wear glasses, good things must be shared with everyone, right!" Qian Chun continued to retort.

In any case, he wanted to keep the calligraphy and painting, to see more, and even invited other members of the Huaguo Literary Association to observe it.

This copybook is very important to the calligraphy and literature of the entire Hua Kingdom.

"Fuck, why didn't I realize that you have such a thick skin, Lao Qian? My son-in-law gave this to me, and you're so greedy?" Bai Qiyun said aloud a little excitedly.

People who didn't know about this battle thought they were arguing.

"Okay!" Qian Chu took out his mobile phone helplessly, and was very unconvinced. While searching for the phone, he muttered, "It's great to have a daughter, is it awesome to have a son-in-law, and I have a granddaughter!"

Hearing these words, Bai Qi and the corners of his mouth trembled violently, and couldn't help complaining: "Just your granddaughter, she hasn't graduated from high school yet!"

"I want you to manage~~~"

Qian Chun said angrily.

In this way, the two teenagers, in the study, 'discussed' for a long time like children vying for toys.

But in the end, it ended in Qian Chun's failure.

No matter what he said, Bai Qiyun just said: "The copybook will never be allowed!"

Seeing Bai Qiyun's recalcitrant attitude, Qian Chun gave the best thing and said, "I can give you Jinsinan, and lend me the copybook for three days!"

"What do you want?" Bai Qiyun asked vigilantly.

"What can I do? Do you think I'm as bottomless as you?" Qian Chun was still a little uncomfortable with Bai Qiyun's reluctance to sell the calligraphy and painting.

Then he continued: "You are also in this circle. This copybook plays a vital role in the calligraphy circle of our country, so I plan to invite friends from the calligraphy circle to come and have a look!"

Bai Qiyun fell silent after listening.

He knew that what Qian Chun said was right. Today's ancient poetry and calligraphy literature have gradually disappeared.

Most of those who write poetry nowadays will write some modern limericks in order to cater to the current market. Compared with ancient poems, they are not a little bit worse.

This is why ancient poetry can be passed down for thousands of years, and future generations can still read it with relish and memorize it by heart, but it is difficult for modern poetry to do this.

In terms of modern calligraphy, if it is a little bit better, there are at least a few people who can copy the charm of the ancients. Even if it is the charm of copying, among modern calligraphers, they are called top masters.

Because the practice of calligraphy does not happen overnight, it requires a very persistent person, and it is possible to keep practicing if real life allows.