Dad: A cute two-year-old baby comes to your door at the beginning

"Xiao Ye, this is!?" Mu

Hanxue's mother, Ye Xuan's mother-in-law was obviously shocked at the moment.

Just kidding?

The original work of the book saint Wang Xizhi's "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface", his son-in-law directly used it as a congratulatory gift to his father, and this gift is not invaluable.

During this time, my father solemnly appraised that the identification of inch by inch has explained a lot of problems!

What kind of treasure appreciation level does his son-in-law have, in the antique street where fakes are like stars, find out such a book and the authentic handiwork.

Of course, the biggest impact among them is Tong Zixuan, looking at the boiling field, especially Chen Lao's reaction, the whole person is not calm, his eyelids are beating wildly, and his face is full of disbelief and shock, "No..... How could it be!?"

"The real work of "Lanting Collection Preface" turned out to be..... It's the true handiwork of the book saint Wang Xizhi, how

can that guy be!!" Not surprisingly, Tong Zixuan couldn't accept this matter for a while, compared with this kind of existence, his jade wrench finger is not even as good as the scum, the real handiwork of the book saint in front of him can no longer be measured by money, that guy spent 100,000 yuan to buy this painting, it's just too worthwhile, not to mention 600 times, even 1000 times the value is not too much.

Three

seconds, five seconds, ten seconds!!

It lasted for more than a minute, and then Chen Lao came back from the shock, and the excitement in his eyes was indescribable.

"Whew~

" breathed a deep sigh of relief, and then withdrew his gaze from the original work of Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Collection Preface", and then looked at Ye Xuan, the grandson-in-law he met for the first time, "Xiao Ye, this... The gift is too expensive for me to accept.

Although he liked the gift, it was a priceless treasure that was too valuable, and had literary and historical value in addition to its monetary value.

"Hehe, grandpa don't want to shirk.

"Although this painting is precious, it is no different from the same piece of paper in my place, and only in the hands of someone like my grandfather who understands him is to respect the authenticity of the sage." "

How can the gift sent out be recovered, the old man in front of him is not only his woman's grandfather, but also his daughter's grandfather, no matter what, he will not take back the original work of "Lanting Collection Preface".

"This..."

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Chen Lao was stunned, and Chen Yiqiu, the mother-in-law on the side, raised her eyebrows, "Dad, I think you can accept it, this is Xiao Ye's heart."

"This kid is the first time I've come to see you, and I'm kind of giving you such a gift.

On the side, Chen Yiqiu spoke to the old man under the steps, of course she could see that the old man liked this book very much.

"Yes, grandpa, you can accept your cousin-in-law's heart.

Chen Xuanyu glanced at his cousin-in-law who also met for the first time, he rarely saw his grandfather so happy, and he echoed it.

"Lao Chen, I don't think you can hold it, take it. As a friend for many years, Feng Rumin also smiled slightly, and the shock in his heart was not small, after all, the authentic work of the book saint "Lanting Collection Preface" is absolutely rare in a thousand years.

Seeing this, everyone around also spoke out, and Chen Lao looked at the original work of "Lanting Collection Preface" again, "Okay, then I'll ..... I took it. "

Hehehehe, that's right, congratulations to my grandfather."

"The old man must be very happy in his heart, the gift of Baba is super valuable.

Listening to the words of the two little guys, the corners of Chen Lao's mouth grinned slightly, obviously his mind was said by Tongtong and Mengmeng.

All of a sudden, the eyes of everyone in the birthday banquet hall looking at Ye Xuan changed, especially the guy who gave away the authentic work of the book Saint Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Collection Preface", and he didn't even blink his eyelids, such a scene really refreshed their cognition of the loser.

Those second-generation losers of the super-rich are not at the same level as Ye Xuan in front of them.

Are you kidding?

If the sons of those super second generations give others the original work of "Lanting Collection Preface", they will definitely be hung up and beaten to death.

Tong Zixuan, who was in a corner, saw that all the limelight was stolen by that guy, his face was pale, but he didn't give up, because he was going to make the last struggle.

Chen Lao personally and his grandson Chen Yuxuan put Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Collection Preface" into the painting scroll, carefully preserved, the link of offering treasure came to an end, Chen Yiqiu saw everything in his eyes, that called a mother-in-law to look at her son-in-law more and more like, such a generous son-in-law with high emotional intelligence, anyone who doesn't like it, it will be difficult for his daughter to be unhappy with him in the future.

"Is this the male god, so handsome, so man, so charming.

"The true work of the book saint, the priceless treasure, is just like this as a congratulatory gift without even blinking an eyelid, I like it so much." The

little fan girl's eyes emerged from Feng Mengyao's eyes, and Tong Zixuan, who looked like that, was envious and jealous, he had never been treated with such eyes.

Jealousy separates the hostages, and at this moment, Tong Zixuan's hatred for Ye Xuan has soared by a few points under the stimulation of Feng Mengyao.

Thinking of this, Tong Zixuan no longer hesitated, and stepped forward, "Old Chen, Xuan has written a poem these days, and I hope that Old Chen, the teacher and you will give you advice." Hearing

Tong Zixuan's words, everyone's

attention in the hall shifted to him one after another, this feeling of attracting attention made Tong Zixuan enjoy it very much, this is the picture he wants to see.

The poem is titled "Zhongnan Mountain".

Enjoying everyone's attention, the corners of Tong Zixuan's mouth curled, his heart burst with vanity, and he began to recite poems that had been peeling off the cocoon for more than a week.

"Taiyi is close to the sky, and even the mountains are connected to the sea.

"The white clouds look back, and the blue mist enters to see nothing. "

The peaks in the field change, and the clouds and sunshines are different. "

If you want to stay with someone, ask the woodcutter across the water." The

five-word quatrain was recited in Tong Zixuan without stagnation, Feng Rumin, who listened, stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction, both the artistic conception and the charm are also very appropriate, Chen Lao and others are also savoring, all nodding silently, I have to say that this poem is very good.

Papapa~~

At the end of Tong Zixuan's recitation of a poem, the sound of applause sounded in the birthday banquet hall.

"He is worthy of being the most outstanding genius of the Writers' Association, amazing!"

"The younger generation is afraid that no one is better than it now." The

people around him sighed that it was really extraordinary to have such attainments at a young age.

"Hehe, Lao Feng is good, it seems that your apprentice is enough to be called the first person of the younger generation, and he will be proud of making an agreement in the future.

Chen Lao nodded and looked at Tong Zixuan appreciatively, I have to say that this poem is very good.

"There is no doubt that the Writers' Association is proud of it, but it is the first person of the younger generation... It is estimated that Zixuan is deserved.

When Feng Rumin said this, his eyes fell on Ye Xuan, but he remembered very well that the "Song of Long Hatred" on the Internet, which can be called a unique poem through the ages, was written by him, and with that poem alone, Ye Xuan's literary attainments were far above Tong Zixuan, and even he might not be able to write such poems.

"Oh!?"

Hearing this, Old Chen looked at Feng Rumin curiously, "Could it be that you have seen a young man with higher literary attainments than your apprentice!".