Sun Ying took the bag in her hand, walked in front of the old lady of the Sun family, opened the mouth of the bag, and took out a roll of rice paper, which was obviously a brush letter.

"A word?"

The old grandmother became interested and put back on her reading glasses on the table.

Sun Ying unfolded the rice paper little by little, and the sound of the paper stretching was heard by the grandmother, and she immediately knew that this painting was newly written, which immediately made her more interested.

But when the onlookers saw the brand-new handwriting on the rice paper, they were all disappointed.

Antique calligraphy and painting, the reason why it is precious, is that there is an ancient character, the older the nature, the rarer and more valuable. The calligraphy that Sun Ying took out was obviously newly written, what value could it be? Especially in the eyes of an antique expert like the old lady of the Sun family, it might be worthless......

Sun Ying's parents, who were standing on the side, looked at each other, their faces ugly. This time, in order to let their granddaughter buy good antiques to celebrate the old lady's birthday, they gave her a budget of 500,000 yuan.

But this 500,000 bought this?

Sun Ying's uncles and aunts all shook their heads with smiles.

Sun Ying's brothers and sisters of the same generation also looked gloating.

Sun Ying has been favored since she was a child, and although their brothers and sisters of the same clan look generous, they are also a little jealous in their hearts. Now that I see that Sun Ying may be deflated, my heart is dark.

Many onlookers looked at Sun Ying's brand-new rice paper and were all talking.

All living beings are in different forms.

Only the old grandmother straightened her spine the moment she saw the dragon flying phoenix dancing calligraphy in the rice paper, and her old hands gently pressed on both sides of the rice paper, carefully studying the brush words on the paper.

Sun Ying ignored the various reactions of everyone in the audience, and introduced to the old lady, "Grandma, this is a poem by Wu Wenying about the slow birthday of magnolia flowers, called Shouqiu Gully. ”

The old lady of the Sun family nodded, frowned and watched carefully.

Everyone in the audience was a little surprised when they saw the old lady's reaction.

Could it be that there is another mystery on the rice paper?

"Remember the Qionglin banquet ......" The old lady of the Sun family looked at the words on the table and read softly. Because no one in the hall dared to speak out at this time, the old lady's voice could be heard by everyone.

"Soft red road, a few west winds. I want to be a thousand years old, the Jingjiang River is thousands of acres, and the letter is long. Golden marmoset. The brocade is given to the horse, and the frost is horizontal, and the Han Festival dates are still red. The fine willow is happy in spring, and the autumn affairs in the suburbs are abundant......"

"This poem ......," an old man in the audience couldn't help but stand up and whisper to Sun Ying's father, "This poem is praising the great achievements of the old lady." ”

"I heard it too. Although this poem is good, meaningful, and very appropriate. But it's not from a well-known calligrapher, it's not an antiquity, and it's not very valuable......"

"I can't see it. The old man pursed his lips.

Sun Ying's father's eyes lit up, and he said, "Is this calligraphy valuable?!"

"If it is an ordinary thing, I think the old lady's appreciation ability will not be so dignified, I conclude that this magnolia slow birthday message must have another mystery. ”

"Is that so......"

Sun Ying's father's eyes flashed with joy, and he looked at the old lady on the stage again.

The old lady of the Sun family closed her eyes, shook her head and said, "Calmly." The jade pass at the end of the year, the long is not closed, and the side is quiet. Visit the old base of Wuchang, the mountains and rivers are sympathetic, and the poetry tube of the Japanese fee ......"

The old lady's voice was hoarse, but there seemed to be a strange rhythm, which made everyone present calm down and listen carefully.

"This is ......" Qin Lu's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the old lady thoughtfully.

"Lan Palace. The book is a green feather, with a heavenly fragrance, and a jade hibiscus flies down. The bright moon Yao Sheng played through, leaning on the building and the sound of yellow cranes. ”

With the end of the last few words, the old lady of the Sun family opened her eyes, and the whole person seemed to be five or six years younger, and she slapped the table energetically, making a "bang" sound, which made everyone present come back to their senses.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

The old lady of the Sun family said hello three times in a row, and looked at the brush words on the rice paper excitedly, "Great, really good." ”

The old lady's reaction surprised everyone present, especially the peers of the same clan who were waiting to see Sun Ying's lively scene, and they were directly dumbfounded.

The Buddhas, paintings, big silver dollars and the like they gave just now, although the old lady liked them, they didn't have such a big reaction. I've never even been out of shape like this.

Is this poem really that good?

Or is it that the person who wrote the poem was a great contemporary calligrapher?

Just as everyone was looking at each other and pondering in their hearts, the old lady looked at Sun Ying again and said excitedly, "Sakura-chan, where did you get this calligraphy?"

Although Sun Ying thought that the old lady liked it very much, she didn't expect her grandmother's reaction to be so intense, and she stammered a little, "This... This is my friend's own handwriting......"

"Your friend?" the old lady of the Sun family asked with fiery eyes, "That friend of yours, is he here today?"

"Come... Here it ......."

"Then what are you waiting for?!, why don't you hurry up and invite him over?!" said the old lady excitedly slapping the table.

The pupils of the Sun family standing on the side couldn't help but shrink.

They all heard the old lady's word "please" clearly.

At this time, they were all confused, and they couldn't imagine why this ordinary calligraphy would bring such a big psychological fluctuation to the old lady.

In fact, this is due to the distance between them and the rice paper. Although you can also see the calligraphy on the paper, you can't feel the majestic breath of life in the words at this distance!

And because the old lady of the Sun family was standing in front of the rice paper, she completely felt this breath of life that made her a hundred times more energetic, as if she was a few years younger, and she reacted so fiercely in her heart.

In the eyes of the old lady of the Sun family, this kind of magical thing is close to the power of ghosts and gods.

The older generation all believed in ghosts and gods, so the old lady wanted to see with her own eyes which master wrote such a magical calligraphy.

"Grandma, this friend of mine you just met. ”

"I've seen it?"

"Yes. Sun Ying nodded and looked at Qin Lu.

Qin Lu stood up, straightened his collar, walked to the old lady of the Sun family without humility or arrogance, bowed deeply and said, "Hello grandma, I'm Qin Lu." ”

"It's you?" The old lady was shocked when she saw that it was Qin Lu.

Of course, he recognized Qin Lu, a young man, and guessed his relationship with his granddaughter Sun Ying.

"Why did you write this magnolia slow birthday poem?" The old lady of the Sun family looked into Qin Lu's eyes and asked without blinking.

Qin Lu had a clear conscience, and nodded decisively, "That's right, this is what I wrote." ”

The old lady of the Sun family grabbed Qin Lu's hands and said in disbelief, "How old are you this year?"