Rebirth of Interstellar: She dominates the country with culture

"Ahem. What are you looking at, and I didn't refute it!" Shen Yanfeng looked embarrassed.

How could this be?
How can this be?

Can a teenager write this kind of running script?

Then I have practiced calligraphy for decades, what are I practicing?

Shen Yanfeng was a little messy.

His son Shen Xia was not much better either.

Originally thought that Qin Lan's poems in couplets were good, so it wouldn't hinder him.

Unexpectedly, he was directly given a lore in the calligraphy session.

Shen Xia staggered two steps and almost fell.

He was supported by Wu Meng who was on the side.

The two looked at each other, and they both saw a feeling of sympathy in each other's eyes.

"Brother Xia, don't worry too much about it, just think about it." Wu Meng said weakly.

"I can bear it." Shen Xia forced herself to stand still.

Skills are not as good as people, and if you lose, you lose.

It was just hard for him to accept that it was Qin Lan who lost.

After all, in his impression, Qin Lan is just a music producer and an artist.

The talent of poetry is justified, after all, she has produced so many ancient songs.

However, calligraphy can also be written so well, he suddenly felt like a waste.

After half an hour.

Order gradually returned to the arena.

Those bigwigs and experts in the cultural circle dispersed with satisfaction on their faces.

The two girls surrounded by everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Qin Lan." Shen Yanfeng brought a group of people to Qin Lan.

"Is the story in your Preface to the Lanting Collection a fiction?"

He is an expert in ancient culture, and he has never heard of this gathering in history.

"That's right, it's fictional." Qin Lan nodded. The party described in this article was temporarily modified by her today.

"Using the past to describe the present, using the description of the joy of the gathering of the ancients to reflect the spirit of our exchange meeting, is much better than those direct descriptions." Shen Yanfeng's face was full of admiration.

And Qin Lan nodded lightly.

She had already expected Shen Yanfeng's excessive interpretation.

The most powerful characteristic of a cultural person is that he likes to brainstorm.

The more you act, the more he will make up his mind.

"Announce!" Wu Mingguang, president of the Poetry Association, said in a solemn voice.

He was calm on the surface, but he was already happy in his heart.

Now that Shen Yanfeng's son, Shen Xia, has lost, he feels balanced in his heart.

That's right.

I can't let my daughter be hanged and beaten alone.

It's fair now.

"Okay, I announce that this cultural exchange conference has come to a successful conclusion. The preface we chose for the calligraphy session is Qin Lan's "Preface to the Lanting Collection."

Although Shen Yanfeng really wanted to choose his son Shen Xia's works.

But, there is no way, the quality of the work is here, Qin Lan's "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface" completely beats Shen Xia.

Not to mention Shen Xia, even Shen Yanfeng himself could not write such an elegant and unrestrained running script.

In this case, how to choose?
Of course it is Qin Lan.

"In other words, Qin Lan won all three battles?"

"The feast of our cultural circle was directly beaten by an outsider."

"No way, who is her opponent here?"

"At first, I thought that Wu Meng and Shen Xia were the ones showing their sharpness in this exchange meeting, but I didn't expect that Qin Lan would appear halfway through."

"You call this halfway? This f*ck is slaughtered from the beginning to the end"

"Although I can't accept it for the time being, it doesn't stop me from saying, Qin Lan is amazing!"

"Vulgar language, but I like it, Qin Lan is awesome!!"

"Qin Lan is amazing!"

There was a burst of cheers at the scene.

There is no way, poetry reciting, fighting, calligraphy, Qin Lan is too strong, so strong that they feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

When everyone is convinced, only approval remains.

At the same time, Shen Yanfeng rubbed his hands, faltering: "This."

"President Shen said something straight." Qin Lan smiled.

"Then let me be straightforward, Qin Lan, are you interested in joining our Calligraphy Association?" Shen Yanfeng raised his head after speaking, his eyes full of expectation.

When Qin Lan heard this, she couldn't help but froze.

He actually invited himself to join the Calligraphy Association?
You know, these associations are not so easy to enter. Take the Calligraphy Association as an example. If you want to enter, you need to participate in a large-scale competition to win a prize, or worship a famous teacher. Only with the recommendation of a famous teacher can you join.

And there is one more practical reason.

That is, after entering the association, the value of the work will be horribly improved.

"Qin Lan, are you interested in joining our Poetry Association?"

Wu Mingguang stepped forward, glared at Shen Yanfeng, and threw an olive branch at Qin Lan.

Facing the invitation of the two presidents, Qin Lan hesitated, as long as she didn't know if there would be many complicated things after joining.

"Don't worry, the association is just a name, and it won't affect your original life." Shen Yanfeng saw Qin Lan's concerns.

"That..." Qin Lan just wanted to agree.

Wu Mingguang on the side quickly said: "Join our Poetry Association, our Poetry Association also has allowances and benefits, and will give out red envelopes to outstanding members every year."

"Our Calligraphy Association also has it, and it's issued every month." Shen Yanfeng said unhurriedly.

Wu Mingguang was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately filled his heart with contempt for Shen Yanfeng.

It's been so long, why haven't I heard that the Nima Calligraphy Association gives out red envelopes every month?

It's really just to pull people, so there's no bottom line?

"We will not only give out red envelopes, but also travel subsidies at the end of the year." Wu Mingguang gritted his teeth.

Shen Yanfeng's complexion changed, this is a big deal: "We also have travel subsidies, and besides this, we also have living subsidies."

"Shen Yanfeng, I've blown it, you guys have a fart living allowance."

"Hehe, I'm the president. If I say yes, there will be. It's okay if you don't agree with me."

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In order to attract people, the two presidents actually quarreled in such a situation that their faces were red.

For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

In the distance, Shen Xia and Wu Meng looked at Qin Lan surrounded by their father with resentment on their faces.

Your child lost, not only did he not come to comfort him, but he also ran to win over the enemy?
Is this plausible? ?
"Okay, why don't you let Qin Lan join in?" Zhou Wenliang, the president of the Opera Association, couldn't stand it anymore.

These two people are quite old, and they are still arguing in front of the juniors, how decent it is.

"Yes, Qin Lan, are you willing to join us?" The two stopped their quarrel immediately after hearing this, and asked Qin Lan one after another.

And Qin Lan nodded after pondering, "Okay, let's join."

Anyway, it's just a name.

By the way, I can still receive so many subsidies, which is pretty good.

"Haha, let's go, there is still a banquet, let's talk at the banquet."

The two of them who had been arguing red-faced before, hooked up shoulder to shoulder in an instant, and became good friends again.

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After the cultural exchange meeting, Qin Lan and the others returned to Ye's house.

She gave the "Lanting Collection Preface" to the Calligraphy Association.

Of course, it's not free.