Baby daddy's unrestrained life

By the stream.

The calligraphy masters on the other side have put away their contempt. Professor Ye's wild grass is amazing.

We must pay attention to it!

To tell you the truth, many of them are not very good at wild grass. Even if they are good at it, they are not as good as Ye Feng. However, none of them is afraid, on the contrary, they are more aggressive!

We can't compete with you for your wild grass, but calligraphy class is not just a kind of wild grass!

But at this time, Lanxiu stood up and said in a high voice: "wild grass is very artistic, but it's too difficult to recognize. We should try our best to avoid the next competition. After all, we still need to copy ancient books for the old man. It's obviously inappropriate to use wild grass. "

When he said this, the Su family's children were not happy and began to murmur.

"What does that mean?"

"It's clear that it's meant to embarrass my brother-in-law!"

"Seeing that my brother-in-law's wild grass is well written, I won't let him use it?"

"Is it too obvious, uncle?"

Everyone mumbled, but they didn't say it out loud, just a small piece of their own people can hear it. After all, on this occasion, if they dare to talk back to LAN Xiu, Su can strip them of their skin.

The calligraphy masters on the other side were also a little surprised. Unexpectedly, LAN Xiu banned wild grass directly. But what LAN Xiu said was right. If you transcribe ancient books, it's really inappropriate to use wild grass. After all, it's not professional. You don't even know a word, let alone read it.

Several calligraphy masters shook their heads regretfully.

But ye didn't care. He was enjoying the wine he had just won.

"Ziliu" a mouthful, you don't have to say, this wine is really delicious. This is not Erguotou in the imperial capital, but a kind of rice wine. The smell of alcohol is very small, on the contrary, it has a light sweet taste.

Ye looked up and drank it.

Well, not bad.

I'll have to try it later.

……

That's the end of the first scene.

Another boat carrying wine cups and flags floated down.

The masters on the other side are all concentrated. Just now they have learned the power of Ye Feng. This guy's achievements in calligraphy can not be compared with his level of poetry. You should know that the calligraphy competition has a limited framework. You can't deviate from the topic. They can only find the right one in the past accumulation. But Ye Feng is not the same. He is the most famous poet of the time. He can write classic poems without thinking!

In this respect, Ye Feng has already occupied the congenital advantage.

Although Ye Feng can't use wild grass now, we don't dare to be careless.

Many people, including those close to the guests, stretched their necks and looked at the little red flag on the boat.

"Blue"

Another word. Last time it was "Buddha", this time it was "Lan".

But this time the word "Lan" is more meaningful than the last word "fo".

Don't forget, today is at LAN's house!

There must be some praises to be written!

"It's an ingenious question."

"Ha ha, this kind of topic really coincides with today's festive day."

"It's supposed to come from Uncle LAN. It's filial piety."

"That's right, this kind of small details can best reflect the sincerity or not."

After seeing this question, many guests were full of praise and gave a thumbs up to LAN Xiu.

The old man also laughed straight, with a happy face, obviously very useful. LAN Xiu, standing beside him, smiles. Although he wants to do something for the children of LAN family, the core is to make the old man happy. He may not be a qualified brother, but he is really a qualified son.

At this time, Ye Feng's sister Leng stood up without saying a word. When Ye Feng sees Leng Mei on the stage, he is also happy.

The masters on the other side responded slowly, and a master who was good at curdling stood up directly, "I'll take care of this game."

I don't know what the master is in a hurry. Anyway, he started to write when he picked up the brush and touched the ink, which is his best cursive!

Just now I said that you can't use wild grass. Although running grass is also cursive, it is quite different from wild grass. At least, ordinary people can see it clearly.

"Is this Mr. mu?"

"Mr. Mu seems to be in a bit of a hurry."

"Nonsense, don't you worry? There are only a few poems about orchid, and there are fewer excellent ones. There is only one poem that can adapt to the situation! You can't use the same work in the calligraphy competition. If Mr. Mu is late and is preempted by the opposite, they won't write. They are not the young people who can create on the spot. "

When the man finished, Mr. Mu over there had stopped writing.

"I'm sorry, little girl. I finished it first." Mr. Mu laughed and stroked his white beard. Although he couldn't see what Leng Mei wrote, he could guess it. It must be the same as his own!

By this time, some waiters had already raised Mu Lao's works and showed them to the public.

Although it's cursive, you can still recognize it.

"Orchid is the fragrance of the king. The rock cave is always beautiful and prosperous. "

This is a quatrains, a few words, but will orchid noble to write incisively and vividly. This is the only ancient poem that the man mentioned just now.

In addition to this song, other works of chanting orchids, although excellent, are not suitable for today's occasion.

Sure enough, Leng Mei threw the pen directly, and she didn't have any expression.

"Finished?"

Ye Feng is holding a piece of wife cake and eating it happily. Seeing Leng Mei's writing stopped, she thought she had finished it. But stretch your neck, huh? Why did you write half of it?

It has to be said that Leng Mei's handwriting is very consistent with her character, which gives people a sense of coldness.

However, as like as two peas, Ye Feng found the problem. The poem written by Leng Mei was exactly the same as the one on the other side.

Although I didn't pay much attention to it just now, after thinking about it a little, I can see what's going on.

Although Leng Mei wrote it first, she wrote it in regular script. The old man on the opposite side probably used cursive, so she finished it before Leng Mei.

But it doesn't matter. The big deal is to write another song.

Ye Feng doesn't care and continues to eat his wife cake.

"Brother in law, come on."

Cold voice, let leaf breeze some wonder, "how?" Why did you let me come? Why don't you just change it? It's not too much time, but it's enough.

"I'll do this one." Leng Mei said, and stood aside.

"Well, all right."

Ye Feng a Leng, but also didn't think much, took the wife cake to stand up.

He went to the desk, picked up his pen and was just about to write. But at this time, LAN Hailang asked in a voice: "can you change people temporarily?"

LAN Xiu glanced at him and said, "No

All of a sudden, the younger generation of the Su family were speechless.

"I'm taking it, too. Is it necessary to do that?"

"Really, uncle, that's too much!"

"It's good for Aunt LAN to agree to the contest. It's our family's business."

"Oh, stop it."

The younger generation of the Su family were indignant but helpless.

The leaf breeze over there also heard, picked to pick eyebrow, can't change a person?

Come on, if you can't change it, you can't change it. I'm just too lazy to write.

As soon as ye threw his pen away, he went back to sit leisurely.

"If Professor Ye goes on, he may win this game, but if he can't go on now, there's no hope for this game." President Hu shook his head and said.

Feng Lao also said: "indeed, it's just a suitable poem. Lao Mu has taken the lead. That Su family girl..."

Although I haven't finished, the meaning is obvious.

Many guests can see that this game should be won by the calligraphy masters. Didn't you see that Ye Feng couldn't play, and the little girl of the Su family didn't write?

Two people do not write, this also wins a hair!

As someone has said just now, we all know what's going on.

There are no poems to write!

Come on, it's estimated to be one to one!

The river side of the leaf someone smilingly ate his wife cake, and drink a drink, beautiful squint, stretched a stretch.

Ye is in a good mood, but those masters on the other side seem to be in a better mood. After all, they want to pull back the game.

Since everyone is so happy, I'm going to write an impromptu poem!

Ye Feng sat on the Bank of the water, holding his wine cup, saluted the old man from afar, and said in a loud voice: "today, the old man is eighty years old. I'm not talented. I'd like to write a poem."

"Well?"

"What's the matter?"

Everyone is a Leng, make not clear what Ye Feng want. You are going to lose all your competitions. Are you still in the mood to write poems?

Oh, wait a minute!

Writing poetry?

no

Many people look at each other and see each other's dismay.

They seem to understand what Ye Feng is doing.

At this time, ye raised his glass and said, "the blue buds at the foot of the mountain dip into the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean without mud. It's drizzly and rainy at dusk

"Who says that life is no less? The water in front of the gate can still flow west! Don't sing "yellow chicken" with white hair

Ye Feng's voice is not big, very quiet. Maybe after drinking a little bar, Ye Feng's voice became more cadenced, and it sounded delicious.

"Does the old man like the word?" Ye Feng holds the wine glass and asks in a loud voice.

"I like it. I like it very much. Who says that life is no less? What a water flowing in front of the gate Listening to this word, the old man felt that he was much younger, and his spirit suddenly perked up.

At this time, Leng Mei picked up her pen and continued to write.

The first sentence at the beginning of Ye Feng's poem is "the short dip of orchid bud at the foot of the mountain". Orchid bud is also related to orchid!

The intelligent Leng Mei understood Ye Feng's idea in an instant.

And everyone saw that Su Leng really began to write, one by one pulling the corners of his mouth, don't know what to say!

What else can he do

You two work together without a change?

One for poetry, one for writing!

Poof

LAN Xiu almost didn't fall down. He didn't expect Ye Feng to use this move.

When Leng Mei finished writing, the boat just drifted away, and the time was exactly the same.

The waiter quickly raised the work.

Let's take a look. This is regular script.

The writing is cold and beautiful, but compared with Mu Lao's cursive, the gap is clear.

Although they can't compete in calligraphy, everyone knows that Ye Feng won the game again.

And you have to win!

Even if Su Leng's writing is not as good as that of Mu Lao, LAN Xiu will surely let Su Leng win!

Because ye Feng wrote this word!

With these three words!

Who says that life is no less? The water in front of the gate can still flow west! Don't sing yellow chicken with white hair.

With these three sentences, LAN Xiu did not dare to let Su Leng lose.

If this is a simple calligraphy competition, Su Leng will not win, but don't forget what day it is today!

Today is the 80th birthday of the old man, and Ye Feng's three poems are just his response!

No one can stop cultural people from flattering!