Mr. Gu has a very domineering name called Gu Jiangshan. He is one of the only three-star generals in the alliance. Because of his age, he is now semi-retired. He only has a military rank and no specific position. He is indispensable for important meetings of the military department. Speaking of which, Old Man Gu is only in his seventies. At this age, more than half of Qinhuai's hometown has been buried, and the rest can just hang on... But this is the big league! In the galaxy era where technology is jealously developed, people in their seventies can only be said to have passed the physical peak of a warrior, and various body functions are on a downward trend. They should not be idle so early.
Why did you make this choice?
Isn't it just to accumulate strength and save the Gu family?
He has five sons, all of whom have entered the military. Even if their talents are uneven, they have basically reached the rank of lieutenant general in the past few years.
From here, you can roughly get a glimpse of the Gu family's weight in the military.
Seeing Qin Huai get off the suspension vehicle specially provided by the military department, everyone's heart skipped a beat.
Everyone focused their attention on him, but the champion did not look at anyone else. After he stood still, he turned around and took two steps away, waiting next to the side hatch of the hover car, waiting for the people inside to come out.
Who was the person he invited so solemnly?
That's right, it was Gu Jiangshan.
The old man got off the floating car with a smile and let Qin Huai help him go. Because he was just going out normally, he did not wear the military uniform with various medals on it. Instead, he took the retro route and changed his body, which was very popular in China in the Middle Ages. Mao suit.
Gu Jiangshan looked at his grandsons standing in a row. Barrett Military Academy was really good. The uniforms looked more fashionable than those of the First Military Academy. He mentally gave a thumbs up and was led in by Qin Huai.
The champion has done his homework. Before leaving, he used a search engine to check information related to the Qin family. For example, what does the Sun Yao Group do, how did Qin Jiuchuan make his fortune, who is Cheng Fang, and what are the glorious deeds of Qin Mo? Knowing this didn't count, he found the family photo and looked at it several times to make sure he didn't recognize the wrong person, and he was relieved after he could talk to the other person freely.
As soon as Qin Huai raised his head, he saw the snobbish elder brother standing at the door to greet the guests. According to the instructions in the script, he showed a humble and warm smile and greeted politely: "Brother, I'm back."
Before Qin Mo could respond, he nodded again and said, "Happy birthday to Auntie." As he said that, he borrowed an indigo brocade box from the adjutant next to him, held it in both hands, walked a few steps forward, and stood a few steps away. Cheng Fang stopped three steps away and handed the box over respectfully, "I have poor eyesight, I don't know how to choose things, and I can't afford expensive ones. I thought about it for several days before writing this. I hope you don't mind it." .”
Ah! What kind of day is this day, and why is this family so involved in literature and art?
First there was Cheng Fang, then Qin Xue, and now it's good that even the trash like the Second Military Academy has joined in. Oh no, Qin Huai, who successfully passed the department transfer assessment and made a silver card in front of three examiners, has already gotten rid of this title.
However, being able to make cards does not mean understanding art. Just look at Qin Xue and you will know what will happen if you say the wrong thing.
The guests have already entered the theater-watching mode, and the Fan family is looking towards Chu Chu intentionally or unintentionally. There seems to be something wrong with the plot.
They made this trip to slap the "birthday girl" Cheng Fang in the face. The plan had just successfully passed the first stage. Why did Qin Huai jump in to disrupt the situation when the second slap was ready and hadn't been slapped down? Whether it's giving him jewelry or a famous bag, they are willing to support Qin Huai with one or two bad handicrafts if he really doesn't have anything to offer. Why do you have to fight with calligraphy and painting?
Brahma Tian'en is a leader in the literary and art world and is known as the master of Chinese painting. His works can bring people back to the land of China in the Middle Ages and ancient times. No matter how good his paintings are, his calligraphy is just as bad. Brahma Tianen is the coolest and most astonishing "King of Partial Science" in the art world.
It's not that his handwriting is like a dog crawling and completely unsightly, or it's that it's too square and has no spirituality at all, making it unworthy of high-end and elegant paintings.
Anyone who is involved in art, even at an entry-level level, will know that Brahma Tianen's paintings are never nominated, and are always directly stamped with a private seal. That chapter was drawn by Tan Shutong, the league's number one calligrapher.
Brahma Tian'en is also a strange person. He can't write by himself and prefers to collect calligraphy works. He is not that interested in paintings. When he heard that Qin Huai wrote a calligraphy and gave it to Cheng Fang, he became interested. I originally thought it was a lie. After all, after talking for a long time, Mrs. Qin and her daughter didn't show their hands. Now, someone with real information comes out?
The old man can't wait to see Qin Huai's skills.
He thought that if Cheng Fang didn't open it, he would go out of his way to ask for a look, but the other party was very good.
Cheng Fang smiled very softly and said: "Mom is not short of jewelry. If you don't buy the ones you have, you might as well write a subtitle. It is a token of your gratitude. Come, let me see what Xiaohuai wrote."
Honey in mouth and sword in belly! A smile hidden in a knife!
Two words - hypocrisy!
One word - cheap!
The kinder she smiles, the more vicious her thoughts become. She wants to embarrass Qin Huai right away. Mr. Gu is still very calm. In his opinion, it is not important whether the handwriting is good or not. Gifts are just expressions of feelings. After all, the boy is from a military academy. He studied mecha design before and just transferred to the card making department. How beautiful can the handwriting be? ?
Gu Jiangshan didn't believe that anyone could have all the talents. It would be great to have a specialized route.
Being able to be so calm is because you are old and have seen a lot of the world. This level is beyond the reach of ordinary people. For example, the four brothers of the Gu family who have already arrived, they exchanged glances and asked each other if they knew what Qin Huai wrote. Sample.
After some exchanges, they tragically discovered that no one had ever seen anything before, including Gu Xiaoliu, who had an extreme personality cult.
I actually knew that the other party had borrowed the study and used pen and ink.
Unexpectedly, he went to write by himself.
Not only Gu Tianxiao, but also several brothers asked Qin Huai if he was prepared. He said yes, so he took out the indigo brocade box. At that time, everyone thought it was taken in a virtual community, but he turned out to be so stingy! ! !
If it's above the level line, that's good, but what if it's too different?
If you can’t afford jewelry and send a cake to a woman on her birthday, why are you writing? Why write? !
Just as Cheng Fang was about to open it, Gu Tianxiao coughed and said, "It seems that another guest has arrived, otherwise I'll leave it and read it later."
"no!"
"no!"
…
There were two people who spoke at the same time: Cheng Fang and Brahma Tianen.
They made the same choice with different purposes in mind.
At this moment, the Gu brothers felt so sad.
Qin Mo also reacted similarly to them.
He really had no hope for his mother's IQ. Regardless of whether Qin Huai's painting was good or bad, it was not suitable to be made public at this time. You feel that you are being plotted and are unwilling to give in. You are like a support person to divert the attention of the media. Thinking about it, Qin Huai who has been exposed is more topical than Cheng Fang who has not yet had time to reveal the truth.
Thanks to the unremitting efforts of Fan Chu, He Yuchen, Gu Tianxiao and others, he has been in the top 10 of Facebook's popularity rankings for a long time. It's wonderful to think about the feeling of making negative news while the iron is hot.
This move can be explained in terms of military tactics: surround Wei and rescue Zhao, attack in the east and attack in the west.
It's really not easy for Cheng Fang's intelligence to come up with such a method.
The woman who could only swipe her credit card to buy things and have afternoon tea was a bit short-sighted. She only saw what was in front of her, thinking that she would sacrifice Qin Huai to divert the attention of the media, but she did not expect that doing so might lead to two consequences.
Or maybe Qin Huai is really a loser and his handwriting is very bad. While he is being bombarded by the media, can the Qin family escape? You don’t need to think about it to know where the explosive point is. [The wife and children of Qin Jiuchuan, the boss of the Sun Yao Consortium, are all illiterate]!
Or, Qin Huai actually wrote very well, which would be even worse. If you compare them with illegitimate children, you will not be able to live up to the rhythm.
No matter how you look at it, Cheng Fang's move was ill-considered, and neither outcome was good for the Qin family.
Qin Mo's intuition was not good and he wanted to stop him. Cheng Fang was afraid of another accident, so he used the same hand speed as when snapping famous brands, opened the brocade box, and took out the scroll. Handing the box to the servant in maid uniform next to her, Cheng Fang untied the knot on the scroll and pulled it apart little by little.
After opening it for thirty centimeters, Cheng Fang stopped. She quietly wanted to roll up the lettering, but this action aroused the curiosity of the guests.
"Now that it's opened, let everyone take a look. It's a good thing and I want to share it."
"Yes, yes, I also want to be influenced by art. Mrs. Qin can't be stingy."
"Both you and Xiaoxue are stingy about your talents and don't want to perform live. This kid Qin Huai came here with a scroll. It's not troublesome to show it off."
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look look look!
A must see!
This is what the guests expressed.
The expression on Cheng Fang's face was unbearable. When Qin Mo saw him like that, he knew that his stupid mother had shot himself in the foot. The calligraphy and paintings Qin Huai brought were probably really good.
Having reached this point, there is no point in being cowardly.
Qin Mo knew that what happened next would have a bad impact on his mother and little sister, but... he couldn't care less.
"Mom was so moved? What did Xiaohuai write?"
Cheng Fang was really a typical example of someone who was rubbing her nose and face. She worked very hard to hold back some tears, wiped them pretendingly, and then said sheepishly: "This is the first time Xiaohuai has given me such a meaningful gift. I really can't bear to part with it." Take it out and share it, or you can ask him if he is willing to improvise and write another one." Cheng Fang was sure that the calligraphy was fake. Even if she had no literary attainments, she could tell that this calligraphy was master-level. There was no There are signs of hand trembling and it looks very smooth.
These days, not many people can write properly, let alone calligraphy. This bitch was brought to the Qin family at a very young age. She had never hired a teacher for him. It was strange that he could write such calligraphy.
Cheng Fang was certain that Qin Huai had hired a gunman. She was convinced that what she said was absolutely brilliant.
In Cheng Fang's script, Qin Huai should be panicking now, but the No. 1 Scholar still has the same expression. He knows that he respects literature in the future, and writing birthday gifts with his own hands is to save money, save face, and not let others gossip. . Although Cheng Fang is not his biological mother, she is Qin Jiuchuan's wife after all.
Qin Huai was a leading figure in the ancient times when there were many talented people. He was good at all the six arts of a gentleman. Because he had been writing poems, articles and memorials for a long time, his handwriting was particularly outstanding. He usually used both rows and regular scripts. His cursive writing also has continuous strokes and has a strong character. .
What he wrote to Cheng Fang was a sentence from "The Book of Songs. Xiaoya":
"Like the eternity of the moon, the rise of the sun, the longevity of the Nanshan Mountain, it never rises or collapses. Like the luxuriance of pines and cypresses, everything is sustained."
There is a line of small words and a signature at the bottom:
"Congratulations on my mother's forty-second birthday."
"Qin Huai."
He didn't even type a draft. It took him less than three minutes to write this, just like writing memorials in the past. When preparing this gift, Qin Huai didn't think too much. He just wanted to save money, trouble and worry. Who knew it would lead to these consequences.
Although it was the first time he met Cheng Fang, he knew that the other party was waiting for a good show.
If he wanted to embarrass him, it would be easier to find a futuristic field. Writing was so simple that it was not challenging. Qin Huai looked directly at Cheng Fang. After all, this woman’s birthday was today, and the number one scholar wanted to give her a chance. Who knew that the other party would still ask with a smile: "Is there a problem?"
"..."
Qin Huai shook his head: "You are the biggest today, no matter what, I have no objection."
Cheng Fang has already spoken, Brahma Tianen is looking forward to it, and all the guests are waiting to see the show.
It is basically impossible to refuse to perform under such circumstances. The Gu family also figured out that if he bites the bullet, even if his writing is not good, he can still mobilize the media to excuse him. From the beginning to the end, Qin Huai has never boasted about himself. Sending that calligraphy expresses one's own feelings, not sending excellent calligraphy works to auction... There are good and bad calligraphy, but one's feelings cannot be measured by these things.
He was originally a military academy student. He was not engaged in literature. It was natural that he did not have talent in this area.
Which calligrapher have you seen who can make silver cards?
The Gu family had already thought of a way to excuse themselves. They calmly waited for Qin Huai to show off, but Qin Mo was a little uneasy. He wanted to stop it, but he had no position. As the host, he couldn't dampen the guests' interest; as the son, he shouldn't. Refuting my mother's face in public.
Stop it!
No matter what the trouble was, he didn't care. There was no reason for him to be anxious about the mess caused by his mother and little sister.
Although no one in the Qin family really understands literature and art, they have collected a lot of good things. Cheng Fang immediately arranged for someone to go in and bring out a yellow rosewood Kuilong pattern calligraphy table. A blank scroll had been laid on it, and someone else took it. A writing brush and a glass bottle filled with ink came out.
After placing these, the servants retreated and asked the young master Qin Huai to stand in front of the desk.
The No. 1 Scholar stood for a long time without making any move, and the guests all began to whisper. He had no real talent and had to pretend to be cool. Now he is fine.
"When the day lilies are cold, write it! Why haven't you written it yet?"
"I already have pen, ink and paper, why bother?"
"I recognize this antique desk. It was at least four thousand years ago. Qin Jiuchuan auctioned it off at a very high price. I heard that this kind of wood is no longer available and the trees have been extinct for many years. Cheng Fang took out such a good thing Give it to him, but don’t waste it.”
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The guests did not dare to speak loudly, but only discussed in private. No one wanted to come forward to offend others, so as not to suffer jealousy. Today's Qin Huai is no longer the same person as he used to be.
They don't dare, but some people do.
Brahma Tian'en did see some clues. He smiled and said, "You know what's good, don't you think it's bad?"
With just one word from him, the guests all moved to the next door.
It’s not a good idea to bring out antiques worth tens of millions for him to use?
Don't be ridiculous, okay?
Qin Huai did not look at the frightened guests. He nodded and said, "It stands to reason that before writing the inscription, you should bathe and change clothes, wash your hands and burn incense. Since it is just a performance, that's it. It's just that the four treasures of the study are not in place, so Huai dare not write."
When Brahma Tianen heard this, his heart was like a bell ringing, and he was extremely shocked.
It wasn't until this moment that he looked at Qin Huai carefully, nodded and said, "You're not bad! Very good!"
The old man's calligraphy is not good, but it does not mean that he is ignorant. In ancient times, paintings required inscriptions. The two disciplines have something in common. Although he is weirdly biased, he still understands the rules and common sense of the ancient times.
The desk that Mrs. Qin ordered the servants to bring out was in good condition, the scrolls were fine, and the pen was barely usable. The problem was with the ink... The bottle on the desk was not the ink used when holding the brush, because it had been specially treated. It is relatively dilute, and it spreads easily when writing with a soft pen, making it very unsightly... This kind of ink is used for writing with hard pen.
Fan Tianen glanced at Fan Lixing, who nodded and headed towards the airship.
"This ink is indeed held incorrectly. Everyone, please be patient. I have asked Li Xing to get the ink sticks."
It was a great honor for the master of traditional Chinese painting to explain in person. The guests did not doubt the authenticity of this statement, but looked at Cheng Fang with strange eyes. The things you bought at high prices at auctions are indeed good, but they can’t be used all the time, which makes you think bad and slaps you in the face, right?
Cheng Fang's face turned green and white. She tried her best to control her emotions for fear of accidentally exploding. After a slight adjustment, she said with a smile: "It's because my subordinates don't know how to do things. I'm really sorry for bothering Mr. Fan."
Brahma Tianen didn't pay attention to her at all. All his interest was in Qin Huai. Judging from this kid's demeanor, he is more professional than many experts. Could it be that he has met an expert?
If you can really see good calligraphy works here, this trip is really worth it!
Fan Li acted quickly. When he came back, he was holding a brocade box in his hand. He brought it to the old man for him to look at before carefully placing it on the desk. There were two things in total, an inkstone and an ink stick. Although it is only a current imitation and is different from the real antiques, the effect of melting and writing is still very good, at least much better than fountain pen and ink.
He then ordered the Qin family's servant to bring out half a cup of water, dripped some cold water into the inkstone, picked up the ink stick and rubbed it a few times, and the clear water turned into thick ink at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The No. 1 scholar was also eye-opening. The technique of polishing ink was too simple and convenient.
The other party moved really quickly. When he saw that he was almost done, he made a "please" gesture to Qin Huai, and he had already put away the ink stick.
As expected, Qin Huai picked up the pen and tested the softness, then dipped in ink and started penning.
He glanced at Cheng Fang, who was a few steps away, with a half-smile, and wrote two lines of words confidently.
“If you don’t climb high mountains, you don’t know how high the sky is;”
"If you are not near a deep stream, you will not know how thick the land is."
The author has something to say: an update.
I added this plot temporarily today. I originally planned to resolve the battle in two chapters, but after writing this, there should be two more chapters. I'll try my best to write tonight, I guess I'll have to stay up late qaq.
Girls who went to bed early can go now. If you are not sleepy, I will update again around twelve o'clock.
Then I’ll probably check it out tomorrow morning =w=
