Beauty's enchanting bodyguard

Chapter 54

The sound was like pearls falling to the ground, more like gold and stone cracking.Every word is extremely powerful, like a sharp sword piercing into everyone's ears.

The audience was stunned for a while, and they were deeply puzzled by Xiao Yi's arrogant words.Pairs of eyes were fixed on Xiao Yi in doubt.

If it wasn't Zhong Xiaoyu's birthday dinner here, someone would definitely dismiss Xiao Yi as crazy.

After Song Shaolun's expression froze for a while, he suddenly followed Xiao Yi's example and burst out laughing loudly.He was laughing at Xiao Yi's madness, his gaffe, and his incomprehension.

Xiao Yi glanced at the puzzled expressions on everyone's faces, then his expression became condensed, and he said to Zhong Qian's eyebrows seriously: "Mr. Zhong, do you have a good pen and ink here?"

Zhong Qianmei was slightly taken aback, looked at Xiao Yi in surprise for a moment, then nodded and said: "The hotel will have some, I will ask the hotel to prepare it for you quickly."

"Okay." Xiao Yi smiled confidently, with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the entire hotel lobby, everyone started whispering for a moment.

"What does he want pen and ink for? Could it be that he wants to post his handwriting?"

"How young is he? It's impossible for any young man to imitate the charm of God's post?"

"Yes, in front of God's post, any words will be eclipsed. Prepare pen and ink, is he preparing to draw?"

"Painting?" The person who spoke to him sneered and said, "Could it be that he drew a chicken eating rice just like Tang Baihu's Autumn Fragrance?"

Immediately, the two whispering could not help but laugh.

Zhong Qianmei ordered to go down, and the hotel immediately prepared the pen and ink.Blank paper, pens, and brushes, everything prepared by the hotel is still sufficient.

Without further ado, Xiao Yi found a table in front and spread it with white paper.Picking up the brush, with a serious look on his face, he began to draw furiously on the white paper.

It's still the same prescription: Ganoderma lucidum, medlar, schisandra, and chrysanthemum, each one qian.Cassia seeds, mulberry leaves, lotus leaves, and Prunella vulgaris, three coins each.Gastrodia elata and sealwort, four coins each.For brewing, decocting must not be used to avoid the loss of volatile active ingredients.Eat it every night, long-term consumption will be effective.

A word has not changed, and every glyph is still exactly the same as God's post.However, compared with the fountain pen used last time, the writing brush used this time looks more bohemian and full of charm.The turning point of the font is more elegant and unrestrained.

When Xiao Yi was writing, the guests below all rushed over, filling Xiao Yi's surroundings.Of course, Zhang Weimin, the most prestigious old secretary, stood at the front.

At this moment, Secretary Zhang's eyes were shining brightly, staring straight at the flamboyant line on the paper.The wrinkles on his face were all twisted together, and his face was full of fanaticism and excitement.He clenched his fists tightly, as if he was ready to pounce on him at any moment, swearing to the death to defend the charming and unrestrained cursive that Xiao Yi just wrote down.

Song Shaolun was unmoved as he watched Xiao Yi finish writing this line in a fluttering manner. He who didn't know calligraphy naturally couldn't understand the tricks in it. ?Draw a few earthworms on the paper, maybe you feel that you have become a phoenix? Maybe, you think you have become a calligrapher, maybe you still think that your calligraphy is better than my God’s post? "

After a pause, Song Shaolun's sneer became even louder. He stared at Xiao Yi and said extremely meanly: "I see you, you are really stupid and naive."

This time, Xiao Yi did not respond to the arrogant and unaware Song Shaolun.It was Zhang Weimin, the old secretary who couldn't bear it anymore, and slapped Song Shaolun on the head as soon as he shook his hand.

The crisp applause was especially loud in the entire hotel.

"How did your father teach you all these years? You can't read and write, don't you have a little vision? It's shameful to still gossip here. I think you have become more and more like a dude over the years." .Nothing except eating, drinking and having fun.”

After the slap across the face, the old secretary Zhang Weimin still snarled at Song Shaolun furiously and sternly.

He even compared such a perfect and unrestrained crazy grass to a few earthworms.For the old secretary Zhang Weimin, this is humiliating his vision and desecrating this perfect word.Whether it is tolerable or unbearable, the old secretary Zhang Weimin, who is rarely angry at ordinary times, looks filled with righteous indignation at this time.

Song Shaolun was slightly taken aback, covering the dull pain on his head, looking at the old secretary Zhang Weimin whose face was flushed with anger, his heart weakened, he opened his mouth and said in aggrieved way: "Old secretary, I What did you do wrong?"

If anyone dared to touch Song Shaolun, the number one young man in Jianghai, then the Song family would definitely fight back in anger.However, it was Jiang Hai's old secretary Zhang Weimin who beat Song Shaolun and reprimanded Song Shaolun at this time.The Song family did not dare to act rashly, after all Zhang Weimin's prestige, Zhang Weimin's confidence and their Song family did not dare to act rashly.

"What did you do wrong?" Zhang Weimin suddenly raised his voice, and scolded angrily, "It's really stubborn, and you can't teach a child. Standing in front of you is the original work of God's post, a generation of calligraphy giants. You say he What I wrote just now turned out to be earthworms crawling on the paper. Are you doubting my vision? Are you laughing at me? Look at this line of writing, flowing and flowing, any thing, this is the supreme state, do you understand? Really Stupid, really shallow, really short-sighted..."

Zhang Weimin, the old secretary, would be blushing and yelling at Song Shaolun.It seems that there is a hint of roaring.

The thing he loves the most, the thing he thinks is the most perfect, has actually been provoked, which makes the old secretary start to lose his composure.For Song Shaolun, there is a sense of hating iron but not steel.

The sharp questioning, just like the old secretary's aura back then, was aggressive according to reason.This made Song Shaolun out of breath for a while, his face turned red, and he said in a daze: "You said, he is the original work of God's post?"

Seeing that Song Shaolun was still so stupid, Zhang Weimin shook his head helplessly.Then, staring at the line of writing on Xiao Yi's paper, his eyes sparkled, he spoke eloquently: "Of course, he is the young man I'm looking for. Compare the two pictures, can't you find that this is Is it written by one person? The charm of the characters, strokes and strokes are all so similar. The turning point of the hook is even more sharp like a blade. Moreover, this pair of calligraphy looks more elegant and proud. , to reveal the writer's own temperament..."

Although Zhang Weimin is old, he looks a bit old-fashioned.However, at this moment, he talked loudly and full of energy.In the entire lobby, there was a slight daze.

Then, pairs of amazed eyes fixed on Xiao Yi's young and thin figure, surprised and sluggish expressions appeared on their faces, and gasps of air-conditioning resounded one after another throughout the third floor of the hotel In the lobby.

After searching the whole river and sea over and over again, the original book of God's post was right in front of my eyes.It turned out to be such an inconspicuous young man.

Groups of government officials who love calligraphy couldn't help but rush towards the table where Xiao Yi had just written, and every businessman moved his feet forward curiously.They all want to see how amazing and beautiful this calligraphy is?Is it as perfect and willful as God's post?

For a moment, the table where Xiao Yi wrote that week became the focus of the audience.All of them looked like ducks with stretched necks, eagerly looking forward to seeing the words on the table.

Secretary Niu first lowered his head to admire, and looked at the wild cursive written by Xiao Yi with a brush.Immediately, his eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands restlessly.From the bottom of my heart, I want to take this copybook as my own.

Then Song Chongming, who had an extremely ugly face, saw the picture on the table, and a touch of surprise appeared on his originally slightly angry face.

All of them have some attainments in calligraphy.Naturally, one can see the extraordinaryness of Xiao Yi's writing.

Song Chongming stared at the words for a minute, then suddenly raised his head, his tiger eyes were startled, and he yelled at Song Shaolun angrily, "Come here, shameful guy. Why are you still standing there? Don't occupy the latrine No shit. I have been busy with work these years, and my education is not in place. After I go back, I will definitely educate you."

Seeing that his always loving father began to scold him, Song Shaolun smiled bitterly.Looking at the astonishing copybook again, he shook his head.

Until this moment, he still didn't see what is so magical about this copybook?However, he didn't dare to disobey Lao Tzu Song Chongming at all, and immediately walked over and stood behind Song Chongming.It's just that his young and handsome face has already turned into a liver color.

Zhong Xiaoyu, who was wearing a diamond dress, would see Xiao Yi snatch her all of her demeanor from her.Immediately, he walked to Xiao Yi's side and pulled Xiao Yi's sleeves, and said coquettishly: "Hmph, whether it's your birthday or mine today, all the scenery is taken away by you."

Although he said it out of anger, he was still happy in his heart.Every woman would like to see that her man is promising and her man is in the limelight.

Zhong Qianmei, who was standing by the side, smiled slightly, and the eyes that looked at Xiao Yi became even more satisfied.

Xiao Yi looked at the large group of people who were still pointing and turning around his copybook, and said lazily: "Okay, today is not a day for discussing calligraphy, it is my Xiao Yu's birthday. Next time I will Come and enjoy the opportunity.”

Xiao Yi's words immediately disturbed their mood.The old secretary Zhang Weimin raised his head, looked at Xiao Yi's thin figure, and said in admiration: "If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening. Seeing this word, I have lived for so many years. I am young. Light, not bad, come down and let's have a good chat."

At this moment, Zhang Weimin is not like a prestigious old secretary, but like a fanatical fan.

Xiao Yi smiled lightly, touched the double-groove copy of "Stomach Pain Sticker" in his arms, and said slowly: "Come down, I will definitely talk to the old secretary about calligraphy. But, now I have to give My Xiao Yu gave me a birthday present."

At this moment, when Xiao Yi talked about giving gifts, the eyes of the audience all focused on Xiao Yi again.

(End of this chapter)