Xiang Beifang is also at home?
Calculating the time, I came to the Xiang family to meet the elders much earlier than in the TV series.
Xiang Nanfang and Qiao Yicheng got married in 1998.
What now? Half a month to 1996.
Given the nature of her work and family background, if everything goes well, there will definitely be a buffer period of more than half a year from engagement to marriage.
The time doesn't match up with the TV series, so it's normal for Xiang Beifang to be at home today.
But is it possible to deliberately block yourself?
If not, will Xiang Nanfang vaccinate himself?
How did Song Qingyuan describe Xiang Beifang in the TV series? She married a cadre's daughter and she didn't know what her last name was. She yelled and drank every day and was very dignified.
What is his current status?
The former leader of the Reporter Team 2 of the CCTV News Center and now the deputy director of the Municipal Television News Center. He and Xiang Nanfang are said to be a good match, but others say they are a good match. No matter how much potential he has, he is just messing around in the media system. , unable to help Xiang Beifang in his career.
"10%? 10%?"
"ah?"
"How's it going?"
Lin Yue smiled and said, "No problem."
When Xiang Nanfang heard that he agreed, he breathed a sigh of relief and said happily.
"Let's go."
The two walked into the courtyard side by side. The nanny had been waiting at the door for a long time. When she saw Xiang Nannan coming, she quickly opened the door and let them into the living room.
Father Xiang was wearing a pair of reading glasses and was reading a newspaper on the sofa when he heard Xiang Nanfang's shout and stood up.
Mother Xiang was playing with her two pots of Araucaria. When she saw the two entering the house, she put down the scissors in her hands and looked towards Lin Yue.
"Dad, Mom, let me introduce you to him. He is Qiao Yicheng."
Xiang Nanfang introduced both parties with a smile.
"Hello uncle, hello aunt."
Lin Yue greeted politely.
"well."
Father Xiang said with a smile: "Xiao Qiao, I heard from the south that you just returned to Nanjing not long ago. You used to work as a reporter for CCTV. You discovered many far-reaching themes in "Hot Spot Interviews"?"
"Ah, yes."
"Okay, young and promising, better than the south."
"Oh dad, how can you praise someone and belittle someone like this?"
Xiang Nanfang pretended to complain, but his eyes were full of pride.
"By the way, before coming here, Nanfang told me that you like to collect calligraphy and paintings, so I brought one here. I hope you like it."
"Oh? Take it out and let me see it."
Father Xiang gave the nanny a sign, and she quickly walked to the coffee table, picked up her reading glasses and handed them over, then retreated to Mother Xiang's side.
"What do you think of him?"
The nanny looked at Mother Xiang and whispered, "It's better than imagined."
"I think so too. We are from the south, and we do have a good eye for things."
While the two were talking, they heard thumping footsteps in the corridor, and a rather unkempt man walked out.
"I said why is it so noisy downstairs? It turns out the south is back."
That's right.
It's Xiang Beifang, Xiang Nanfang's elder brother.
He picked up a white porcelain cup from the coffee table, opened the lid and took a sip of tea. He walked up to Father Xiang and Lin Yue, and without waiting for his sister to introduce him, he said directly: "You must be the reporter from the TV station, what's your name?" With..."
"Brother, didn't I tell you yesterday? His name is Qiao Yicheng, and he is not a reporter from a TV station, but the director of the news center."
"It's a deputy."
"It will be correct next year."
"it's the same."
"How can it be the same!"
It could be seen that Xiang Nanfang was very dissatisfied with his eccentric attitude. He had been the deputy director for three or four years, and he had been the deputy director for three or four years, and he had been straightened up in less than a year. They were definitely two different concepts. She didn't believe that a brother would not understand such a simple truth.
Xiang Beifang wanted to express his opinions on Lin Yue's position, but Xiang's father glared at him.
Facts have proved that this is much more effective than Xiang Nanfang's blame.
He no longer runs against Lin Yue, but that doesn't mean he will give up.
"Dad, why doesn't this painting even have a signature?"
Lin Yue and Xiang's father held the scroll in their hands, and Xiang Nanfang held a box with paintings in his hand. It didn't take much to think that this was the coming ceremony for the prospective son-in-law.
Xiang's father, Xiang's mother, and nanny all could hear the contempt in Xiang Bei's words, but Xiang's father didn't scold him this time because he didn't understand what was happening with the things in his hands.
There is a saying that "you don't know how to be an official until you arrive in Beijing." After all, Qiao Yicheng has also worked for CCTV. As a reporter, he can be said to be well-informed. It is not the first time to visit his future father-in-law. Make a defective product to deal with the problem.
"Xiao Qiao, this painting is very exquisite. It can be seen that it was not done by ordinary people, but this signature..."
Xiang's father likes calligraphy and painting, and he has a good reputation for the quality of his works. What he can't understand is that this painting is not a scrap at first glance, but is carefully made. However, there is no signature or seal on the painting paper, and it is simple and simple. painting.
"Oh, here's the thing. Last year, I was seconded to the literary and art team for an interview. When I arrived at the Central Academy of Fine Arts, I had a good chat with an elder. Before leaving, I gave him a calligraphy and he gave me a painting in return. Yesterday, I discussed today's affairs with Nanfang. She said that there was nothing missing at home. I remembered that there happened to be a Chinese painting brought from Beijing in the drawer of the study. I thought that I might as well borrow flowers to offer to Buddha and give it to my uncle. As the saying goes, art is priceless, but good friends are hard to find. .”
The words are very subtle, and it can also be said to be to the point.
Since he is an elder of Central Academy of Fine Arts, he must be a knowledgeable person. He did not stamp or sign the painting. He must not want people who see this painting to associate it with the artist's name... to be precise, money.
wrong.
A somewhat bizarre but reasonable idea flashed through Xiang's father's mind. Qiao Yicheng said that he gave the other party a calligraphy, and the other party gave him a painting in return. You must know that most of the calligraphy skills of traditional Chinese painting masters are not bad. What kind of calligraphy can do this? What if the seniors at Central America must return the gift?
"Xiao Qiao, who wrote the copybook you mentioned as a gift to the elders of CAFA? It must be everyone's work, right?"
"Uh..." Lin Yue looked at him and Xiang's mother a little awkwardly: "To tell you the truth, I wrote the words."
"Did you write it?" Before Xiang's father could say anything, Xiang Beifang said in a weird voice, "Okay, that's a bit brave."
This sounds like a compliment, but if you think about it in practice, you will find that it is not the case at all. What Xiang Beiji means is that he is too thick-skinned, and he dared to send the elders of Central America his own words, and he takes himself too seriously. .
"Brother." Xiang Nanfang was very dissatisfied with his attitude: "Yi Cheng's handwriting is very beautiful."
Mother Xiang also helped: "I heard that Xiao Qiao graduated from a normal college and was admitted to a TV station after completing his master's degree. This word must be good."
Xiang Beifang was a little dissatisfied with his mother's attitude. On the surface, she said that a normal college student should be rewarded for his good calligraphy. Did she also mean to mock his TV University diploma as worthless and warn him to stop talking nonsense?
At this time, Father Xiang asked a question: "What is written in that calligraphy?"
Lin Yue felt a little funny and thought to himself that this old man was really noble. He obviously wanted to know the identity of the senior from Central America, but he was afraid of giving him the impression of vanity, good reputation, and impure motives for his hobby of painting and calligraphy. He kept making insinuations and testing him.
"Oh, it's "Hua Shan Song" by Liu Yuxi, a litterateur of the Tang Dynasty."
When Father Xiang heard about it, his heart moved and he rolled up the painting in his hand: "Xiao Qiao, come on, come on..."
While talking, he walked towards the inner room.
Lin Yue glanced at Xiang Nanfang and followed him slowly.
When you open the door, the first thing you see are two rows of bookshelves close to the north and east walls. There is a wide desk in the middle, with telephones, desk lamps, pen holders and other items placed on it.
Obviously, this is Father Xiang's study.
"Come, Nanfang, practice ink."
After giving instructions to his daughter, the old man reopened the painting in his hand and laid it flat on the desk.
"Xiao Qiao, since you brought this painting over, how about you make an inscription on it?"
Lin Yue declined: "Uncle, this is... no need."
Xiang Beifang sneered: "Are you afraid?"
Xiang Nanfang winked at him urgently, feeling that he was still modest and low-key at this time, refusing to argue or argue. You must know that his current identity is a prospective son-in-law. Facing his future father-in-law, of course he must actively show himself, so that her parents can feel more confident that they are together, right?
"All right."
He took the brush handed over by Xiang Nannan, walked to the painting, and wrote two words in the upper right corner - "Zhengrong".
Although there are only two characters, the strokes are like a dragon, powerful and fit perfectly with the south peak of Huashan Mountain next to it.
Father Xiang was silent.
He is not the kind of hardcore calligraphy and painting collector, but he can still distinguish between good and bad works. While admiring it, I remembered another thing. I suddenly understood the background of this painting.
"It's a very good painting, but your inscription is worthless."
Pairing ancient paintings with inscriptions and postscripts by famous artists of later generations can increase the value of the work. When the works of contemporary anonymous writers are given to little-known figures, there are only two words that can describe it------the price drops!
Just as Xiang Beifang finished speaking, Father Xiang's eyes flashed with anger.
"What do you know! Leave quickly and don't embarrass me here."
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