President Qian from the China Calligraphy and Painting Association came to Yushan Village and brought some gifts to visit.

At the same time, there were also master Ye Feng, master Bai Xingchen, master Qiu Yu, and national-class calligrapher Mei Sanhe Mei Lao. The group was walking quickly in a car.

"I hope I can ask for a painting, but it's too late."

Bai Xingchen sighed.

"It will be used tomorrow night. The distance is so far. It will take at least a few hours to take a private plane to Zhongjing City. There is no time to draw a map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. However, Mr. Jiang may have a way to open it slowly and not rush to do this and don't meet anyone."

President Qian looked at the streets with couplets everywhere and reminded the driver.

The driver nodded immediately and slowed down.

A painting prepared by the Spring Festival Gala was destroyed due to accidents. This is a picture of the country and the country that several masters took more than a month to draw.

The painting was ruined and they had no time to draw again. President Qian immediately remembered Jiang Xiaoye and Jiang Xiaoye's speed of painting...

So the group came quickly.

This painting contains a poem written by national player Mei Sanhe. This ruin, the most critical painting at the beginning was destroyed!

Mr. Mei was sitting in the car with a sore back. He accidentally turned his head and saw a little girl dragging a couplet to a big man, and her eyes lit up immediately.

“Stop, stop!”

Mr. Mei shouted that the car had to open the door and get off before it could stop. The driver was so scared that he stopped the car quickly. Mr. Mei had already rushed down in an instant.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know, go and have a look!"

The few people were shocked. Seeing that Mr. Mei had nothing to do, they quickly got off the car.

Erniu held the couplet with a righteous heart.

"Brother, will mom not say dad be back?"

"I, I don't know, haha." Dahan grabbed his head and then went to answer the couplet.

Erniu said angrily: "You said too!"

"I, I'll post couplets..."

Dahan is a little guilty.

"Where has Dad been?"

"I promised to take me to the amusement park to play. I'm lying. Humph, I'll ignore him when I come back!"

"Brother, where did you say dad go?"

Old Dog He went to the battlefield of alien species and couldn't come back to celebrate the New Year at all. Erniu had been waiting for so many days but couldn't wait. She didn't want to eat snacks in these two weather anymore.

Old Mei had already run over, staring at Erniu's couplet that was about to be deformed by her, and quickly said, "Little girl, don't pinch it, be gentle, don't pinch it!"

This word...

It's simply amazing!

Mr. Mei felt a little bit like he was looking at it. The person who wrote this character had a higher level of calligraphy than him!

Then his scalp became numb. After more than 60 years of learning calligraphy, who has a higher level of calligraphy than him day and night? And this was done in one go on the most ragged paper!

National handicraft?

"Hello grandpa!" Erniu can respect the elderly and love the young. After all, there are too many elderly people in the village, so politeness is good.

"Hey, little girl, can you show me this word?"

Mr. Mei swallowed, a little scared. Whose word is this? Why don’t he recognize it?

"Give it, grandpa, there are so many posts here." Erniu pointed to the door, door frame, and yard, and had already posted a lot of posts.

Only then did Mr. Mei notice and was stunned for a moment!

Seeing that someone diverted Erniu's attention, Dahan also let out a sigh and slipped down carefully.

"Good word!"

President Qian came and saw this word and was shocked and said, "Who wrote this?"

"I also want to know... who wrote the words..." Old Mei became more and more shocked as he read them. This word seemed to have a sense of layer that he had always longed to reach.

This casual word is better than him!

"Brother Xiaoye wrote it, Brother Xiaoye wrote a lot. I remember you. Last time you came to deliver paintings to Brother Xiaoye, are you here to find Brother Xiaoye? He is still writing couplets at home."

Erniu admitted that he was wrong with Qiu Yu and the others. After all, Qiu Yu has come several times and Erniu has seen him.

"Brother Xiaoye? Jiang, Mr. Jiang Xiaoyejiang?" Qiu Yu was the first to react and was stunned for a moment!

No? Forget it, a ghost-level painter, or a national-level calligrapher?

I won’t talk about paintings. Sketch, watercolor, oil painting, ink, and each one is the most peak field. Is calligraphy even this level now?

How is this possible?

Human energy is limited, why can we achieve this level?

"A word that is worth a thousand gold, actually... actually write couplets?" The fewer words of this level are, the more precious they are. But Jiang Xiaoye actually writes couplets, and the whole village gives them?

Old Mei was confused.

"Grandpa, have you finished reading it? After reading it, my brother posted it and I can go out to play."

Erniu looked at the excited Mr. Mei with a look. What's so good about this word? It's not good at all!

"This, this... gives... gives!" Old Mei was so distressed that such words were actually used to paste couplets, and what was even more exaggerated was that these words were posted everywhere like street stalls?

"Mr. Mei, let's go and have a look?" Bai Xingchen signaled.

"Let's go, go!"

The group hurriedly got into the car and rushed to Jiang Xiaoye's house.

"Brother, I'm going to play!" Erniu immediately handed over the couplet, ran away.

"Slow down, don't fall!"

"knew!"

At Jiang Xiaoye's home, Jiang Xiaoye was writing couplets quickly.

"Xiao Ye Xiao Ye, I'll give me another family and career, good fortune and wealth and good luck, come one by one!"

"Xiao Ye wrote more blessings and posted them to the pigpen!"

"Who else should hurry up and say it, I won't write it again!"

The couplets were written at home, and many people came to take a look. Anyway, they looked beautiful, so they asked Jiang Xiaoye to write one by one.

"There are guests here, I won't write it anymore. I won't write it after I finish writing these!"

Jiang Xiaoye found out that President Qian was bringing people and carrying various gifts. It was weird enough to visit the door on the 29th day of the New Year. Don’t you mind the road is far away?

The writing is like a dragon and a snake, Jiang Xiaoye wrote it faster.

"Okay, good words!"

Old Mei walked over quickly and looked at Jiang Xiaoye with burning eyes.

"Haha, just write it casually." Jiang Xiaoye nodded with a smile, his subordinates were not slow.

"Are you Mr. Mei Sanhemei?"

Jiang Yunshan seemed to have a guest and came to greet him. As soon as he saw Mei Sanhe, he was stunned for a moment, and repeatedly identified him and found that he seemed to have really admitted his mistake!

"Haha, yes, I am Mei Sanhe, so good, so good!"

Mei Sanhe's head can't even turn!

"Mr. Mei Sanhemei?" Jiang Xiaoye thought for a moment, had a little impression. After thinking carefully, he immediately said in surprise: "Mr. Mei Sanhemei, the number one national player in China?"

"Hey, it's all flattering. There are people outside the mountain. I saw it today. Hahaha, good words, good words!"

Old Mei looked at Jiang Xiaoye with burning eyes. What a terrifying talent at such an age?

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