The little sister of Yaowang Valley traveled to the modern era and was busy farming

Chapter 373 Calligraphy Competition

Tang Qiu was a little uninterested: "I don't want to go. I might as well go traveling if I have the time. You will have time by then, right?"

Yan Jingqi nodded: "Well, I'm almost done with my work. When the company goes on holiday, there will be nothing to do."

Tang Qiu nodded: "Okay, then let me think about where we can go to play, okay?"

Seeing that Tang Qiu didn't take this matter to heart, Yan Jingqi couldn't help but smile: "Okay, but first, tell me what's going on? Why do you need Mr. Chen San to protect you?"

This Tang Qiu was a pure accident, but if it weren't for Tang Qiu, Mr. Li would have been in prison by now. Tang Qiu told Yan Jingqi about this matter. Yan Jingqi listened and said, "This matter really needs the intervention of Mr. Chen San. If I were to come out, I might have to ask him for help."

Tang Qiu patted his chest and said, "It's okay. Third Grandpa said that we are all family."

Yan Jingqi shook his head in amusement: "It's just you. In this world, who doesn't respect Master Chen San? Then you should rest here obediently. You have been busy all day. I will go to see Master San."

Tang Qiu nodded: "Okay."

As soon as Yan Jingqi left, Mr. Li came knocking on the door.

Tang Qiu couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the old man's spirit: "You've been busy all day, don't you even take a break?"

Mr. Li patted his body and said, "I slept very well last night, and I am full of energy today."

Tang Qiu held his forehead with his hand. It seemed that treating him was not a good idea.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Mr. Li said to Tang Qiu, "Come on, there is a calligraphy exhibition next door, let's go over and join in the fun."

Changyou Garden is the property of Mr. Chen Sanye. In addition to the hot spring garden that Tang Qiu and his friends visited yesterday, there is also an exhibition hall open to the public, where masterpieces of famous domestic painters and calligraphers are exhibited from time to time, and sometimes rare treasures are also exhibited.

Because of Mr. Chen San's reputation, naturally no one dared to cause trouble here.

In addition, there is a private restaurant and a cultural exchange center.

At this time, Tang Qiu and Mr. Li were living in the private residence of Mr. Chen San. This had already touched Mr. Chen San's personal space, and outsiders were absolutely not allowed to enter.

The Cultural Exchange Center was provided by Mr. Chen Sanye for free, so that these literati and poets could cultivate their sentiments. Sometimes they would compete in playing the qin, and sometimes they would compete in martial arts.

But in recent years, there are more competitions in calligraphy and painting.

Fighting basically never happened again.

Their works can then be exhibited in the exhibition hall in front, and those who are willing to sell them can also sell them directly.

Because Mr. Chen Sanye likes these things, he does this specifically to provide a convenient door for those who persist in pursuing traditional Chinese art.

Seeing how excited Mr. Li was, Tang Qiu couldn't help but become curious. What was the level of these people's calligraphy? Would it be better than the old man she had seen before?

Because there was an insider leading the way, the two of them entered directly without bringing any identification.

At this time, there was no sound except breathing. It turned out that everyone was busy writing.

At a glance, the age range is very wide. In addition to the elderly in their seventies and eighties, there are also young men and women. When Tang Qiu saw the little guy in the corner, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Then he walked towards him.

Chen Zi, who was practicing martial arts, could sense someone nearby and looked up. He unexpectedly saw Tang Qiu. He was so happy that he wanted to call for help, but he saw Tang Qiu put his hand on his lips and made a "hush" gesture. Then he pointed at the table in front of him and motioned him to continue.

Chen Zi calmed down and started writing again.

Tang Qiu looked around and saw the first word: "wind". He roughly understood that this time he was writing on a topic, and the theme was this word "wind".

After about an incense stick of time, the staff rang the bell, and everyone stopped writing.

Then he looked up from his own words.

After everyone held the handrails and bowed to everyone, they went to admire the position they were most curious about and compare the differences between themselves and this person.

Tang Qiu was also wandering around there curiously.

Mr. Li saw his acquaintances and started chatting there.

Tang Qiu looked at the calligraphy in front of her and couldn't help shaking her head. The calligraphy was not as good as Xiao Yurou's. Unexpectedly, as soon as she shook her head, she heard someone say in her ear: "Who are you? Don't you know this is a private party? How did you get in?"

Tang Qiu turned around after hearing that and saw a girl staring at him with wide eyes: "Are you talking about me?"

The girl looked at Tang Qiu with disdain: "If it's not you, then is there someone else? This is a private party, people like you are not allowed to come in."

You know, everyone here today is a master in the calligraphy world, and among the younger generation, besides her, only the kid from the Zhang family is qualified. She was originally very proud of this, but she didn't expect to see a girl in ordinary clothes who she didn't know before the competition in the crowd.

The key point is that she actually looked at her words and shook her head.

What does she mean? Does she look down on her?

Tang Qiu said: "It doesn't matter who I am. This is Third Master's place. Do you think others can come in at will?" Tang Qiu actually wanted to remind her not to cause trouble. If something happened, she would not be able to withstand Third Master's anger.

"I......"

The girl wanted to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by an old voice: "Qiu'er, be careful!"

Meng Qiuyu was a little angry: "Master, she..."

The old man came over and looked Tang Qiu up and down: "Who is this?"

"She is my master~"

As he spoke, Chen Zi ran over and stood in front of Tang Qiu, staring at Meng Qiuyu: "As long as I'm here, don't even think about bullying my master."

The commotion here attracted the attention of others, "Chen Zi, you said this is your master? Is this the master who taught you how to write?"

Chen Zi came here today with his grandfather.

Because Chen Boyuan was too busy to take care of Chen Zi, he simply sent him to his grandparents' house. Chen Zi's grandparents were professors in Beijing and were very knowledgeable about calligraphy.

So I always like to write and draw at home.

Chen Zi is a good kid. If his father is not his biological father, then his grandparents are not his biological grandparents either. But in order not to make his father worry, he is worried that his grandparents don't like him, so he tries his best to behave himself well at his grandparents' house.

When Chen Zi's grandfather saw Chen Zi grinding ink for him skillfully, he couldn't help but be surprised. After asking, he found out that Chen Zi had learned calligraphy. When Chen Zi picked up the pen and wrote a few words, Chen Zi's grandfather knew that Chen Zi was not lying, nor was he deliberately lying to make him happy.

He really studied hard.

Therefore, Chen Zi's grandfather brought Chen Zi along to this exchange meeting. Unexpectedly, he met Tang Qiu here.