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Lao Wu, an old man with white hair and beard.

I have been friends with Qin for many years.

Qin Xue said that every year on the first day of the new year, there is a party.

This way of celebrating the New Year is really lively.

"Oh? New friends here," Wu Lao looked at Zhang Yuan, and couldn't help but wonder, why this young man was still wearing a mask in the room.

Old Qin smiled and introduced: "Old Wu, this Xiao Zhang is an amazing person,"

Qin Xue rushed and said, "It's a pity, he can't make his golden egg fried rice today, Grandpa Wu, you missed it."

Old Wu curiously said, "Oh? Is it so delicious?"

Qin Xue said: "Of course, he is the chef of Wangjiang Tower."

Old Wu was shocked.

The young ones are the master chefs of high-end restaurants. This level of culinary skills is indeed amazing.

"You don't know, Xiao Zhang is not only good at cooking, but also proficient in music and piano skills. He is a personal talent, a young talent."

Old Qin praised Zhang Yuan with joy.

"It is definitely not an ordinary person to get your old Qin's praise," Old Wu said.

Today’s party is more exciting.

Zhang Yuan's amazing talent is enough for Old Wu to chat for a while.

"Yes, very good. It's rare for young people to have such a hardworking and talented person, and their future achievements are limitless," Old Wu praised.

Qin Xue said: "Brother Xiao Zhang fights against my idol Zhang Yuan."

"Hey, by the way, brother, do you know Zhang Yuan,"

Zhang Yuan shook his head deliberately: "I don't know, who is he,"

Qin Xue angrily akimbo her hips, frowning, and said solemnly: "Even he doesn't know why you are so backward and still young,"

Hahahaha!

Zhang Yuan couldn't help laughing.

He likes to tease this little girl.

Just like to see her aggressive and arrogant.

How so cute.

"Xiaoxue, how am I kidding you," Old Wu said.

"what?"

"You, you hate you,"

Qin Xue stomped angrily.

Zhang Yuan, Qin Lao, Lao Wu, the three laughed at the same time.

"Old Wu, it's New Year, do you want to write a poem," Qin Lao said.

Old Wu said, "Do you think that writing a poem is about drinking water and eating? It's not that easy,"

Qin Lao said, "Anyway, there is time today, so you can brew it slowly. Let's come to an arty meeting with friends."

Old Wu said: "Okay, then I'll brew for a while,"

"Speaking of poems, the two poems of my idol are better, and they are all selected into the textbook," Qin Xue looked proud.

Old Wu said: "It's really good. These two words are a masterpiece. This Zhang Yuan is extremely talented and an absolute genius."

Qin Lao said: "Well, I have carefully studied Zhang Yuan's two poems. They are very artistic. Through simple descriptions of scenery, they have risen to the philosophy of life. It is worth savoring slowly."

It can be seen that these three have a high opinion of Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan didn't feel anything, he heard too many similar words.

He was thinking about how to tease Xiao Nizi.

This is fun.

"Xiao Zhang, why didn't I see you talking? Are we talking about poetry? You are not interested," Qin asked with concern.

Zhang Yuan shook his head slightly: "No, either."

Old Wu said: "Young people nowadays are rarely interested in ancient poems, let alone composing poems. This requires a high degree of talent. Many people can't even write six hundred-word compositions."

That's right, this is indeed the truth.

"It's just that a few people are still insisting," Zhang Yuan said.

"Yeah, it's a hobby now," Old Qin said.

"For example, Zhang Yuan, he is insisting," Qin Xue interrupted.

"Huh? Yes,"

Suddenly, Old Wu said.

Lao Qin immediately took a pen and paper, and Wu took it and wrote it down one by one.

Then consider it word by word.

Zhang Yuan saw that Old Wu's handwriting was average.

As for poems, ha ha.

Zhang Yuan could only smile.

"Let me see," Mr. Qin took it and tasted it carefully.

"Well, the sentence "Jing" is written in front of it. It's not bad, the match is neat," Qin Lao said.

Overall, Lao Wu's level is still there.

"It's just showing the ugliness," Old Wu was very humble, but his expression still had unconcealed confidence and pride.

"Xiao Zhang, what do you think?" Old Qin looked at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan looked at it and said, "It feels average,"

No one expected that Zhang Yuan would be so shameless.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense," Qin Xue stopped quickly.

This damn embarrassing scene.

"Could it be that you have a better work?" Old Wu raised his brows and said.

Zhang Yuan said, "There is one,"

"Oh?" Old Qin's eyes were clear, as if he had found a treasure.

"Then write it down and see," Old Wu said.

"It's ugly,"

Zhang Yuan didn't shirk, let me just write, and my mentality was calmer.

With a pen in hand, the familiar feeling came again.

"Except for the sound of firecrackers,"

"The spring breeze brings warmth into Tusu."

"Hundreds of thousands of households dominate the day,"

"Always exchange new peaches for old ones."

Hard pen writing.

Beautiful calligraphy, wrote the most beautiful verse in the world.

In just four sentences, I wrote all the Spring Festival.

The festival of thousands of lights is beautiful and vivid.

The whole process was done in one go.

Poetry is beautiful, words are more beautiful.

What is art, this is art.

"Good poem, good poem," Old Wu exclaimed.

It's like discovering a peerless treasure.

"Classic, every sentence is a classic,"

"This is the Spring Festival of the ancients, it's so modern."

"Xiao Zhang, you are such a genius,"

Lao Wu kept praising Zhang Yuan.

Exhausted all vocabulary.

"You, Xiao Zhang, how you are so talented, how terrible you do it," Old Qin was shocked in disbelief.

With his self-cultivation and concentration, he was astonished at the moment.

"Such talent can only be matched by Zhang Yuan," Qin Xue said.

"Oh, it's a pity that you are not him," Qin Xue turned to sigh again.

How could it be so easy to meet the big star Zhang Yuan.

"This calligraphy, this word, I have practiced it at first glance, and it has a great master style," Old Wu said.

Looking at his own words again, Old Wu felt ashamed instantly.

I lived a whole life by myself, but I lived blindly, and I couldn't compare to a young man.

It's really awesome.

"Well, the font is elegant and free and easy, there is the character of the book sage back then," Qin Lao commented.

Words are the cultivation of a person. Zhang Yuan's calligraphy is so good, his cultivation is not too low.

For a while, everyone respected Zhang Yuan more.

"Hahaha, wonderful, wonderful," Old Wu suddenly smiled.

"This year's party is really special, so happy," Old Qin smiled.

The two were seriously admiring Zhang Yuan's work.

Zhang Yuan is very helpless.

I just wrote a handwriting casually, it is so popular.

"I really write and write casually," Zhang Yuan smiled bitterly.

"Huh? No, how do I feel, this character is very similar to Zhang Yuan's character?"

"I've seen it every day, it looks so alike,"

Qin Xue frowned.