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"threw?"

Jiang Shuying looked at Ye Ling and said in confusion: "Oh my god, Ye Ling, are you not sick? You are throwing away such good words!"

"Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the four treasures of the study, what you have here are all inferior products among inferior products. At most, you can only describe the tenacity and unyieldingness expressed in this ancient poem."

After Ye Ling finished speaking, he asked: "Since you haven't even achieved full marks, what are you still doing?"

"no!"

Jiang Shuying was a little confused and said, "I paid a lot of money to buy this. Why is it a defective product among inferior products?"

"The really good Four Treasures of the Study have been collected by others for a long time. Most of them on the market are just for fools like you." After Ye Ling finished speaking, he got up and walked into the bedroom.

He wanted to see what Jiang Shuying had done to his pants. Although Jiang Shuying hadn't finished speaking just now, he must have known something was wrong!

"You are a fool. Your whole family is a fool, and your father-in-law is a fool."

Jiang Shuying muttered something very dissatisfied to Ye Ling, and then looked at the "Bamboo Stone" on the rice paper and felt distressed.

What a beautiful painting, it was ruined just like that!

"No, I can't feel sorry for myself alone. Everyone has to feel sad with me."

Thinking about it, Jiang Shuying took out his mobile phone and took a photo, and posted it on Weibo with the caption: "I finally wrote a good word, but some bastard ruined it for me!"

"These are the pants you ironed for me?"

At this time, Ye Ling also walked out carrying a pair of pants with a hole in them.

Jiang Shuying put down the phone and was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, he immediately smiled and took the pants in Ye Ling's hand aside, and said seriously: "Buy, I will buy you ten pairs tomorrow. How about I pay for them?"

Ye Ling glanced at her and didn't know what to say. He just urged, "Hurry up and iron the rest of my clothes, and then we'll go have dinner."

"Okay, sir, please rest, I'll iron your clothes right now."

As Jiang Shuying said this, he carefully put away the rice paper on the table, then walked to Ye Ling's bedroom. After closing the door, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

She just stole Ye Ling's work and posted the words written by Ye Ling on Weibo saying that she wrote them herself. It would be so embarrassing if Ye Ling found out.

Fortunately, Ye Ling has not registered Weibo, so he generally does not read Weibo.

But she forgot that Ye Ling left her name on that ancient poem.

At 8:30 in the evening, Ye Ling and Jiang Shuying had just returned from eating out when they saw an old man jumping out of the door and blocking them.

"President, why are you here?" Jiang Shuying said and looked at Ye Ling again, wondering if Ye Ling invited him.

After all, in her opinion, Ye Ling's calligraphy is so good that it is not impossible to invite Zhao Zhongde, the president of the Calligraphy Association.

Ye Ling shrugged. He didn't even know who the old man in front of him was.

Zhao Zhongde looked at Ye Ling and said, "This must be little friend Ye Ling, the author of "Bamboo and Stone"!"

Ye Ling heard this and looked at Jiang Shuying, but Jiang Shuying also looked confused.

"President, he is Ye Ling, but how did you know it?" Jiang Shuying asked confused.

Zhao Zhongde laughed and explained: "The author's name is written on the Weibo picture you posted!"

"What?"

Jiang Shuying quickly took out his mobile phone and opened Weibo to take a look. Sure enough, he saw the word author Ye Ling written on the picture, and the comments under Weibo were even more exciting.

"Jiang Shuying, please tell me loudly how to pronounce the word Ye Gou."

"Jiang Shuying, read loudly to me: Ye Gou."

"Let me tell you, I wrote a good calligraphy. Although it was written by my husband, my husband does not have a Weibo, so I wrote it."

"But having said that, I didn't realize that Ye Gou was so powerful and could actually write such good calligraphy. I feel that it is much better than the calligraphy and paintings that my husband spent a lot of money to collect."

"It's a pity that there are many creases on this rice paper. I think it was these creases that Jiang Shuying said were destroyed!"

"Compared to the words, I appreciate this poem more. It uses bamboo and stones to express a tenacious and unyielding attitude towards life. It is easy to understand and has profound meaning."

…

"Oh, how could I forget this? I'm so embarrassed now!" Jiang Shuying blushed and closed Weibo, turning to look at Ye Ling.

But Ye Ling ignored her at all, just looked at Zhao Zhongde and asked, "I wonder what the old gentleman is here for?"

"Young friend Ye Ling speaks so quickly. No wonder he can write such good calligraphy and such good poems."

Zhao Zhongde smiled and said: "It's just that little friend Ye Ling, don't you want me, an old man, to come in and sit down?"

Ye Ling looked at him for a while, nodded and said: "Shuying, open the door and ask the old gentleman to come in and sit down."

"oh!"

Jiang Shuying responded quietly, took out the key and opened the door: "President, please!"

After entering the door, the three of them sat down in the living room. Zhao Zhongde did not hide it anymore and said: "The main reason I came here this time is to appreciate the original work of Ye Ling with my own eyes."

Jiang Shuying looked at Ye Ling and wondered whether he should take out the rice paper.

Ye Ling nodded and said: "Take it out and show it to the old man. The old man is so old, and he still has to go all the way."

"Then I'll get it!"

Jiang Shuying returned to his bedroom, carefully took out the rice paper and put it on the table.

Zhao Zhongde pushed up his glasses, then looked with a magnifying glass.

"Okay, the writing is good. The handwriting is round and full, and the writing is like a divine aid. Every stroke, every stroke, every stroke, perfectly expresses a tenacious attitude. It can be said to be penetrating."

Zhao Zhongde said excitedly while looking at it: "From the perspective of the tendons, bones, shape, meaning, composition, and layout, it is even more perfect. It is a pity that there are creases on it, otherwise this calligraphy will definitely be passed down through the ages. .”

When Jiang Shuying heard what Zhao Zhongde said, he glared at Ye Ling without thinking. If Ye Ling hadn't crumpled the words into a ball and thrown them into the trash can.

How could there be creases on such a fine piece of writing?

Listening to Zhao Zhongde's comments, Ye Ling felt a little disappointed, not for himself, but for the Calligraphy Association.

He didn't expect that Zhao Zhongde, as the president of the Calligraphy Association, had such a narrow vision that he didn't realize that the creases were the finishing touch of the calligraphy.

Thinking of this, Ye Ling stood up directly to see the guests off and said, "Old sir, it's getting late. Shuying and I are ready to rest. If you have nothing to do, you can go back!"

"Something's wrong!"

Zhao Zhongde put down the magnifying glass in his hand and said quickly: "Little friend Ye Ling, in addition to looking at your original calligraphy, I also want to invite you to join our calligraphy association and become the vice president of our association. .”

"Sorry, I have no interest in joining the Calligraphy Association. If there is nothing wrong with you, Mr., I will give it to you!"

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