His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 118

There was hope in those eyes.

Feng Xian's thin lips moved, just as he was about to speak, the girl next to him had already said, "What does Grandpa want to see?"

Yu Huiyi smiled: "This child, do you mean that as long as grandpa wants to see, you can do anything?"

Qian Miao didn't speak, and looked at the old man quietly.

The old man rolled his eyes, and after meeting Feng Xian's gaze, he smiled and said, "The child has given me a generous gift. It's dinner time, so I won't let her go up and get busy. Let's eat."

The darkness in Feng Xian's eyes faded, he withdrew his gaze on Grandpa's face, and took the initiative to give Qian Miao a meal: "Listen to Grandpa."

Yu Huiyi was not very reconciled and said, "Dad, what gift did Qianmi give you?"

The old man was overjoyed: "This child knows that I love to write, so he specially gave me a copy of the old calligrapher's original work, and he has a heart."

"Old calligrapher?" Yu Huiyi thought, the old man didn't even say his name, and it was obtained by Tang Qianmi, so he must not be famous.

She looked at Yun Ruyi at the opposite table from a distance, and said quietly, "What's the name of this calligrapher? How does it compare to Yuan Xin and Zhu Danjing?"

The old man lowered his eyes and smiled, not intending to answer this question.

"It's not like these minions can compare." Qian Miao said lightly.

Yu Huiyi was stunned for a moment, then followed the elders next to them to look at each other, all smiling faintly.

"Qian Miao, you don't know much about this business, this Zhu Danjing is the chairman of the National Calligraphy Association, he will come after a while, rubbing against Grandpa's light, you can watch him write with your own eyes, and then you will You know who's the kid."

Feng Chuchu raised her eyebrows: "Yuanxin is even more powerful, he... Anyway, you don't understand what I told you, Shi Cheng'an will take him on stage to perform in a while, you can take a good look, next time don't take some unpopular ones. The works are freely given away.”

After she finished speaking, she sighed, looking helpless and speechless.

Feng Xian frowned.

The old man said: "Okay, watch the show well."

It just so happened that the people who played were Shi Chengan and Yuan Xin.

On the stage, four women dressed in ancient costumes were arranged in the four corners, respectively holding a flute, guzheng, pipa and Konghou, and slowly played a low and elegant tune.

Shi Chengan and a middle-aged man with a pot belly were wearing robes, and they began to draw and write in the middle.

The painting is a picture of the Eight Immortals praying to the longevity, and the auspicious words such as blessings such as the East China Sea's longevity and the Nanshan Mountain are written.

There are not many people present who really understand ancient calligraphy and painting, but most of them have an appreciation for art and appreciate it quietly.

For those who are more expert, they will introduce the background of these two performers to those around them.

Feng Chuchu smiled and looked at the old man: "Grandpa, this kid Shi Chengan has studied with Teacher Yuanxin for a long time in order to please you. Do you think he is very attentive?"

The old man smiled and nodded, but there was deep thought in his eyes.

The next second, Feng Chuchu put away his smile and said to Tang Qianmiao, "Did you see it? This is the real calligraphy master, isn't it an eye-opener?"

Qian Miao was drinking water when she heard the words, she glanced at her with cold eyes, put down the cup, looked at the stage, and said casually: "It's really good to imitate, using this kung fu to do some serious work, you must earn a lot of money. It's a pity, I won't have this opportunity in the future."

"You really don't know how to be ashamed. You can't compare to saying that it's an imitation. This is what Chengan contacted from the Calligraphy Association. Can it be fake?" Feng Chuchu said delicately.