In those eyes, there was expectation.

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

Yu Huiyan smiled: "This kid, what do you mean is, as long as grandpa wants to see, you can do whatever you want?"

Qian Mian didn't say a word, and looked at the old man quietly.

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

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

Yu Huiyan was not very reconciled, and said: "Dad, what gift did Qian Mian give you."

The old man was overjoyed: "This kid knows that I love to write, so he sent me a copy of the old calligrapher's original work, so he is interested."

"Old calligrapher?" Yu Huiyan thought, the old man didn't even come out his name, and it was Tang Qianfan who got it again, so he was probably not famous.

She looked at each other at a distance from Yun Ruyi, who was opposite the table, and said quietly, "What's the name of this calligrapher? How do you compare with Yuan Xin and Zhu Danjing?"

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

"It's not comparable to these." Qian Yan said lightly.

Yu Huiyan was taken aback for a moment, followed the elders next to her to look at each other, and they all smiled faintly.

"Qianmiao, you don’t understand this business, this bamboo pill mirror, but the chairman of the Chinese Calligraphy Association, he will come in a while, rubbing against the light of grandpa, you can watch him write with your own eyes, when the time comes, you will I know who is right now."

Feng Chuchu raised his eyebrows: "Yuanxin is even stronger. He...anyway, you don’t understand. Shi Cheng’an will take him to the stage for a show later. Take a good look. Don’t take some infamous works next time. Give it away casually."

She sighed, feeling helpless and speechless.

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

It just so happened that Shi Chengan and Yuanxin were the players on the court.

On the stage, four women in ancient costumes were arranged in the four corners, holding flutes, guzheng, pipa and 箜篌 in their hands, and slowly played a deep and elegant tune.

Shi Chengan and a middle-aged man with a big belly, wearing long robes, began to paint and write with the middle.

The picture is a picture of the Eight Immortals worshiping the birthday, and it is written in auspicious words such as the East China Sea and the Shoubi Nanshan.

There are not many people present who really understand calligraphy and ancient paintings, but probably all have an appreciation for art, and they all appreciate it quietly.

Those who are more proficient will introduce the background of these two performers to those around them.

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

The old man smiled and nodded, but his eyes were thoughtful.

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

Qian Miao was drinking water, hearing the words, glanced at her with cold eyes, put down the cup, looked at the stage, and casually said: "The imitation is really good. Using this effort to do some serious work will definitely make a lot of money. , It's a pity, I won't have this chance in the future."

"You really don't know how to be ashamed, but it's just a copy of someone else's. This is what Cheng'an contacted from the Calligraphy Association. Can there be fakes?" Feng Chuchu said delicately.