Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Madam has already entered the emergency room.

Not long after entering the banquet, Cui Yunshang was stopped by someone waving from afar while turning his head.

Cheng Zhi had just chatted with a senior, and when he looked back, he met Cui Yunshang's eyes beckoning her to follow.

Without thinking too much, she said goodbye to the very polite senior and followed.

Before he could stand beside Cui Yunshang, he heard an old woman in a dark blue cheongsam opposite him, with her gray hair neatly coiled behind her head, say:

"I asked what Shuanghua suddenly wanted the invitation to do. It turned out to be helping the younger generation at home."

The ending was drawn out, and the old woman smiled and looked at Cheng Zhijiao's pretty face.

The middle-aged woman behind her seemed to recognize Cheng Zhi, her brows furrowed slightly.

"Grandma An..." Cui Yunshang took half a step to one side, slightly blocking his view, with a shy smile on his face, "Don't make fun of me, I'm so thin-skinned."

As soon as he called for someone, Cheng Zhi suddenly remembered who the old man opposite was——

An Rongshu, who has been in the industry for nearly 50 years, is one of the designers who witnessed the development of domestic jewelry.

In the process of preparing for sda, the books she often read were the books she published based on her own experience and experience.

An Rongshu herself is much thinner than in the photo, and also has a lot of temperament.

So Cheng Zhizi couldn't match the real person and the photo in his mind.

"You know me." Just noticing the change in her eyes, An Rongshu made a judgment with a smile.

Cheng Zhi nodded hurriedly, "I have read several of your books repeatedly in recent years."

The old man is different from Paul, he didn't immediately put up a high wall of defense and temptation, and asked her which book she had read.

Instead, he smiled modestly and kindly, as if he got some comfort from her words.

"It's my old-fashioned problem. The written language is usually hard to understand. If you can gain something from the words, it will not be considered as a departure from my original intention of writing the book."

Cheng Zhi's chin was slightly closed, and he looked at her with bright eyes.

"Your words are very flavorful and worth reading again and again. I was encouraged by your books, and I had the courage to try wax carving for the first time."

A little surprised, but feeling more comforted, An Rongshu leaned over and patted the back of her hand, his eyes became more loving.

Cui Yunshang spoke at the right time, "Grandma, her name is Cheng Zhi, Cheng Zhi with a bright future, Zhi Zhi who is as clear as mountains and fragrant as orchids."

"The future is bright, the flowers are blooming together, it's a very good name." An Rongshu immediately remembered her.

At this time, the middle-aged woman behind her quietly approached and whispered something in her ear.

An Rongshu frowned imperceptibly, and looked at Cheng Zhi in doubt.

Her eyes showed a bit of pity at first, but then she patiently asked for confirmation: "Are some of the rumors from the outside world true? Works reflect the soul, there are stains in the heart, and the things that come out of the hands must be less spiritual." of."

Cheng Zhi's throat was dry, and she was a little embarrassed. She didn't know what others said about her, but it was not a good thing.

But before she was in a hurry, Cui Yunshang spoke first: "Grandma An, are a few rumors better than the real person in front of me?"

An Rongshu couldn't help laughing, and raised her finger to point at him, "You, you, am I not a 'real person' who is asking you?"

While talking, another old man led three or two people over slowly.

This time, Cheng Zhi recognized him at a glance. He was the husband of Senior An Rongshu, Mr. Fang Guoan, a famous master of traditional Chinese painting.

In the early years, the old man closed his pen due to physical reasons.

Now he is just a dedicated believer, and he has not painted for many years.

Therefore, it can be said that it is hard to find a painting privately printed by him.