Chapter 133: Let me teach you what is real calligraphy!

One second to remember, wonderful novels have no pop-up
Not far away, Zhou Cheng's eyes suddenly became cold when he saw Ding Ran and Fang Yu's intimate behavior.
Seeing Ding Ran approaching, Fang Yu frowned and took a step back.
"You can say something here, and I won't necessarily help you." Fang Yu said.
Ding Ran glanced at Zhou Cheng behind him, and said anxiously, "Fang Yu, I can't say here...will you help me? It's really an urgent matter!"
Fang Yu followed Ding Ran's eyes and glanced at Zhou Cheng.
Zhou Cheng's eyes were cold.
Even with his ass, Ding Ran is causing trouble again.
"If you can't say it, then don't say it." Fang Yu said lightly.
Ding Ran didn't expect Fang Yu to refuse so simply, biting his lips in a hurry.
At this moment, a burst of exclamation suddenly sounded around.
"Master Cai is out!"
Everyone looked forward together, and a gray-haired, about sixty-year-old old man was helped out by a man wearing gold glasses.
As soon as he appeared, he became the focus of the exhibition hall.
This is the contemporary book saint, Cai Gaoyang.
Many people directly gathered around and greeted Cai Gaoyang.
"Master Cai, I am Zhang from Dingsheng Group..."
"Master Cai, hello, I am from..."
"Master Cai..."
Everyone rushed to say hello to Cai Gaoyang, hoping to make Cai Gaoyang remember them.
Qin Yimo did not move.
"Why don't you go? Don't you like his words very much?" Fang Yu asked.
"I'll go again later, there are too many people around him now." Qin Yimo flushed with excitement, staring straight at Cai Gaoyang.
"Everyone, be quiet. My father has been in a hug recently, and he is not in a good condition. I am afraid of being noisy." At this time, the man who supported Cai Gaoyang said.
He is Cai Gaoyang's son, Cai Zhengnan.
The surrounding immediately calmed down.
Cai Gaoyang gave a dry cough and said, "Thank you all who are here today. The works in the exhibition hall are my hard work in the past ten years. Of course there are many flaws. Please forgive me."
"Where there is a flaw, there is no flaw at all! It is Master Cai that you have too high expectations of yourself!"
The people around said repeatedly.
Cai Gaoyang smiled, touched his beard, and said, "I hope you appreciate it."
When there were not so many people around Cai Gaoyang, Qin Yimo hurried forward.
"Master Cai, hello, I am Qin Yimo." Qin Yimo said respectfully to Cai Gaoyang.
"Qin Yimo? Do you belong to Mr. Qin Wudao..." Cai Gaoyang asked with a slight change in his eyes.
"Qin Wudao is my grandfather." Qin Yimo replied.
"Oh, that's true... The last time I drank tea with your grandfather, it was three years ago... Time flies really fast." Cai Gaoyang said with emotion.
During the conversation between Cai Gaoyang and Qin Yimo, Cai Zhengnan on the side stared straight at Qin Yimo's face, looked up and down, and even couldn't help swallowing.
What a beautiful woman.
And listening to her father's tone, this woman's background is quite strong.
It would be great if I could have a deeper communication with her.
Cai Zhengnan looked at Qin Yimo, dreaming about it.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce to you, this is my son, Cai Zhengnan." Cai Gaoyang had a few words with Qin Yimo, then looked at Cai Zhengnan and said.
"Hello, Mr. Cai." Qin Yimo nodded to Cai Zhengnan.
Cai Zhengnan looked at Qin Yimo, lost consciousness for a moment.
Qin Yimo frowned slightly. She knew Cai Zhengnan had been staring at her. She didn't like this look very much, but after all, this person was Master Cai's son, and she did not express the disgust too much.
After greeted briefly with Cai Zhengnan, Qin Yimo looked at Cai Gaoyang again and asked respectfully: "Master Cai, I really like your handwriting, and I really want to buy one to go home to study and appreciate. I don’t know you. Can you..."
Cai Gaoyang was taken aback, then he smiled.
Qin Yimo is the daughter of the Qin family, and friendship with her is equivalent to friendship with the Qin family. A copybook is nothing.
Thinking of this, Cai Gaoyang would say yes.
But at this time, Cai Zhengnan on the side opened his mouth and said: "Miss Qin, it's been a long time since I sold copybooks for my father. Your request, I'm afraid..."
A hint of disappointment flashed in Qin Yimo's eyes, and said, "I can understand..."
"But we are willing to make an exception for Ms. Qin, but... the copybooks here are not my father’s best work, and my father’s good works are all in his home in Huaibei. If Miss Qin really wants to buy one, after today’s exhibition, Come back to Huaibei with us, and then I will show you my father’s proud work."
"Our family lives in Qingliu Lin, and the scenery there is not worse than here, Miss Qin will definitely like it." Cai Zhengnan smiled.
Cai Gaoyang on the side was a little puzzled, but he soon understood Cai Zhengnan's intentions.
It seems that his son is interested in Qin Yimo and wants to take the opportunity to approach her.
Cai Gaoyang would naturally not stop such a thing.
If Cai Zhengnan can really succeed, there will only be advantages and no harm to the Cai family. After all, Qin Yimo is the daughter of the Qin family.
Upon hearing this, Qin Yimo hesitated.
She knew what Cai Zhengnan meant.
She is very disgusted with this practice.
However, she really wanted to get a picture of Cai Gaoyang.
If it is refused at this time, I am afraid there will be no chance to get it.
How to do?
Cai Zhengnan looked at Qin Yimo with a smile on his face.
From Qin Yimo's eyes, he knew that Qin Yimo really wanted his father's words.
He would use this to slowly narrow the distance with Qin Yimo, and finally swallow it in one bite.
Before that, Cai Zhengnan had used similar methods to play with many so-called daughters in various parts of China, and he had tried repeatedly.
Of course, Qin Yimo's identity was better than those women he had played with before.
It is precisely because of this that he is more motivated.
"Oh, I said that I have several Huang Daoran's copybooks in my house, and I can sell you one. Why should you buy hiss again?" Fang Yu stepped forward and said to Qin Yimo at this time.
Fang Yu's voice was not low, not only Qin Yimo, but also many people around him heard it.
The complexions of Cai Gaoyang and his son changed.
Does this young man have Huang Daoran's copybook?
how can that be?
"Boy, do you know who Huang Daoran is? You have his copybook in your hand? What are you bragging about? There are only three original works of Huang Daoran left! How could you have it in your hand?"
"That is, bragging and not drafting! Even if there is, it is 100% fake and copied by later generations!"
There was a conversation around.
"This kid is talking nonsense. I just talked to him for a few words and found that this kid doesn't understand art at all! He doesn't have any appreciation ability." At this time, the bald man who had spoken to Fang Yu said loudly.
"That is, the words to describe Master Cai can only be used well and very well. It really laughs off my big teeth." Another middle-aged man also said sarcastically.
"Forgive me, I really can't think of any good adjectives. Because his words really seem ordinary." Fang Yu said.
When this remark came out, everyone was shocked.
Qin Yimo helped his forehead even more.
Why does Fang Yu speak at this time!
Now how to do? To say this, not only to offend Cai Gaoyang, but also to be laughed at by so many people present!
Ding Ran, who was not far behind, also looked at Fang Yu in surprise.
It was said in public that the words of Master Cai Gaoyang were unremarkable...
Zhou Cheng walked to Ding Ran's side, pointed his head, and smiled: "Xiao Ran, your friend seems to have something wrong here, right?"
In the field, Cai Gaoyang squinted slightly, looked at Fang Yu, and asked, "Young man, do you think my handwriting is ordinary?"
"Yes, I hope you don't mind, I only represent my personal opinion." Fang Yu said.
"Then whose handwriting do you think is good?" Cai Gaoyang asked with a smile instead of anger.
"Huang Daoran, I said that I have several of his characters in my house..." Fang Yu replied.
"Nonsense! Even my father can't get Huang Shusheng's original work, how can you have it in your hand?" Cai Zhengnan said with a gloomy expression.
Today is Cai Gaoyang’s personal calligraphy and painting exhibition. He didn’t expect that Fang Yu would appear so dumbfounded, so he dare to say that Cai Gaoyang’s words are unremarkable?
The great jealousy of sliding the world!
Cai Gaoyang is well-known inside and outside China. How many people want to ask him to write a word?
Fang Yu was so young that he dared to speak up!
Whose kid is this bear? I really don't know how great the world is!
The people around pointed at Fang Yu.
"Young man, you keep saying that you have Huang Daoran's original work, can you show it to everyone? Huang Shusheng has always been the object of my study. I know that there is indeed a gap between me and him. There really is his authenticity in it, and I really urge you to take it out and let me learn..." Cai Gaoyang said.
"I didn't bring the copybook with me, how can I show it to you?" Fang Yu raised his brows and asked back.
There was a sneer around.
This young man is simply inexplicable!
After talking a lot, it turned out to be dry goods, not at all.
What a shit!
"Master Cai, don't bother with him. This person is just looking for something and ask the security to expel him." Someone suggested.
Cai Gaoyang looked at Fang Yu, shook his head, and said, "I know that young people nowadays are arrogant, look down on this and look down on that, but the craft of calligraphy is really not something you young people can understand. It is a heritage. It is a kind of art, and it needs a certain amount of precipitation and accumulation to be able to appreciate it..."
"You just said you want to learn, right? There is no need to move Huang Daoran out, I can teach you what is the real calligraphy." Fang Yu was a little impatient and interrupted Cai Gaoyang's preaching.