Hearing what his senior brother said, Cai Laoliu was shocked at first, and then felt that Gao Zhang should not dare to lie to him.
Otherwise, given his shamelessness, he would definitely steal this sentence for his own use and spread it proudly.
"I don't know, senior brother, do you know which great sage who has read poetry and books and is rich in economics said it?"
"Could it be that some great scholar in Suzhou City wrote this to Cai?"
"Junior brother (Cai Laoliu), can you please have a little face?"
Seeing Cai Laoliu looking over with bright eyes, Gao Zhang's face turned dark. At this moment, he really couldn't hold it in anymore. He could hardly help but make a move if he didn't move his mouth.
Unexpectedly, Tong Zhisheng on the side couldn't stand it anymore.
Facing these two guys who really dared to take action, Mr. Cai Ge could only suppress his anger in frustration.
Tong Zhisheng turned his head and laughed at Gao Zhang.
"Come on, come on, brother, hurry up and write a picture for me, and hang it in the house later. These two sentences are so inspiring."
"Brother Zhisheng, I'm really sorry. I injured my hand today. I'm afraid I won't be able to write for the next two days."
"...Oh, it's really unlucky. That's all. I'll write one myself."
Anyway, there was paper and pen over there, and Tong Zhisheng started splashing ink. Gao Zhang looked at Tong Zhisheng's childlike calligraphy, which looked like a tense situation, with silver hooks and iron strokes.
I almost couldn't control my emotions, almost hey hey.
"Hey hey hey..."
Tong Zhisheng, who was happily signing and stamping his name, heard the obviously mocking voice and immediately became furious.
"Lao Liu, how dare you make fun of Sajia?!"
"Oh, why is it like this? Why is it like this? My junior brother must have had a discomfort in his throat just now and coughed to clear his throat. He probably wasn't laughing at you, Brother Zhisheng."
Cai Laoliu, who was saved by Gao Zhang's timely words, nodded his head crazily.
"Yes, yes, brother Zhisheng, how dare I laugh at you..."
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"...Huh, huh?" Tong Zhisheng retracted his hand angrily, only to realize that when he reached out to grab Cai Laoliu, a corner of his sleeve was accidentally stained with ink from the inkstone.
He just blurred the corners of the calligraphy work that he had written, and he couldn't help but feel extremely evil.
"That's unreasonable..." Tong Zhisheng looked at the calligraphy in a very bad mood. He copied it and looked at it distressedly for a few times, then wrapped it up in a ball and threw it into the wastebasket nearby.
Immediately he turned his eyes and looked towards Cai Laoliu.
"It's all because you made a strange noise next to me, which caused the Sa family to break their calligraphy. In that case, you come and help the Sa family write."
This guy is not that good, and his handwriting is average, but he is still eye-catching, so that's fine.
Cai Laoliu was stunned at first, but then his face revealed a look of uncontrollable joy and he rubbed his hands.
"Since it's brother Zhisheng who wants younger brother Mo Bao, then I won't be polite."
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How could Cai Laoliu, who likes to be in the limelight, not want his calligraphy to be displayed in public and praised?
It's just that Tong Zhisheng insisted on writing it himself. Now, let this vulgar martial artist know the calligraphy skills of Qilinzi of the Cai family, who is the heir of poetry and calligraphy.
I saw Cai Laoliu standing in front of the desk, then starting to straighten his clothes, and then looked around.
"Senior brother, can you please let someone light the incense? Otherwise, when I splash ink, I always feel that there is a lack of atmosphere, and I'm afraid I won't be able to develop my brushwork..."
Gao Zhang's hand trembled and he almost slapped his penis in the face. You are so good at writing, you are such an evil beast, you can do so many things with just one stroke of your hand.
"I don't have any fragrance here. Do you want to write about it or not?"
"Chengchengcheng, write now..."
Cai Laoliu had no choice but to bite the bullet and splash ink.
Cai Laoliu wrote two pieces in one go. After thinking about it, he wrote a third piece. Of course, he must get the signature and picture stamped, after all, this is his masterpiece.
He handed it to Gao Zhang who was standing aside. Facing Gao Zhang's puzzled expression and eyes, Cai Laoliu said with a serious look on his face.
"Anyway, senior brother, since you hurt your hand, it's hard for you to write, so I'll do it for you."
"Haha, then I thank you..."
"You're welcome. Do you want me to hang it up for you?"
"Don't look back and wait for me, senior brother. I'll do it myself when I have free time." Gao Zhang rolled his eyes angrily.
Watching these two guys hurried away with the calligraphy treasures in their hands, they must have taken them to frame them.
Hang them on their respective bedsides to encourage and motivate them, and strive to become a role model for disobedient children and an example for rebels.
Gao Zhang helplessly shook his head, turned around and went back to the house. With a look of disgust on his face, he threw the roll of Cai Laoliu's calligraphy treasures signed with Cai Laoliu into the wastepaper basket.
Then he lazily slumped back to the couch and began to try hard to recall his thoughts that were interrupted by those two guys...
At some point, a light fragrance like orchid and musk came over him. As soon as Gao Zhang opened his eyes, he saw the charming and charming Miss Fang Baihua sitting on the edge of the couch.
Seeing the obstruction between her and his line of sight, Gao Zhang couldn't help but feel a little itchy. Fortunately, Gao Zhang woke up in time and realized that he was still a young man who needed to continue to pretend to be young for three to five years.
He sat up with a dry cough. "Miss, why are you here?"
"Just now I saw Cai Liulang and Tong Dalang happily leaving with their scrolls. Could it be that you wrote some masterpiece for them?"
Facing Fang Baihua's watery bright eyes, Gao Zhang weakly slumped back on the couch.
"No, it's just those two guys who wrote their own motto."
"Just them?" Fang Baihua snorted, her pretty face suddenly as bright as a delicate flower.
"Don't laugh. Their motto is very realistic. If you don't believe me, I'll show it to you."
For the beauty's sake, Gao Zhang got off the bed, picked up the copy of Cai Laoliu's calligraphy that he had thrown into the wastebasket, and handed it to Fang Baihua.
Fang Baihua glanced twice, couldn't help but change her face, and whispered nervously.
"...Sir, they don't want to rebel, do they?"
At this time, Gao Zhang immediately became happy, shook his head, lowered his voice and whispered in Fang Baihua's ear.
Fang Baihua looked dumbfounded and shook her head repeatedly. Unexpectedly, these two weird-looking people had such weird ideas. Could it be that it was just like the saying goes: People with different looks must have different talents...
Gao Zhang looked at Cai Laoliu's handwriting and was amused for a long time, then let out a light sigh.
He quickly came to the wastebasket, reached out and dug out again, and took out the calligraphy treasure signed by Tong Zhisheng.
He began to lay out the crumpled calligraphy on the desk.
Fang Baihua walked over with a confused look on her face, and couldn't help but be curious when she saw Gao Zhang's behavior.
"Sir, what are you doing?"
“There is no garbage in this world, only misplaced treasures.”
(End of chapter)
