The banquet hall was stunned.
"Xiao Ye, this is too valuable, Grandpa cannot accept it."
Chen Bingyan recognized that both the Dragon Spring Ink Pad and the ancient Xuan paper were extraordinary and worth a lot of money.
"Grandpa, these are specially prepared for you. It would be a waste to keep them with me," Ye Xuan said with a smile. How could he take back something he had given away?
"Yes, Dad. Little Xuan is successful now, it's only right for him to be filial,"
Chen Xiaowan stepped forward and spoke. These items were her father's favorites, so it was impossible for him not to want them.
"Dad, please accept it. This brat doesn't lack money now,"
Ye's father, thinking of the Lamborghini sports car his son had bought, also chimed in.
"Heh, Old Chen, you've struck gold."
Lin Xiuyan chuckled. While such items were not extremely rare, they were not easily obtainable through ordinary channels.
"Alright, then."
Chen Bingyan pondered for a moment before saying, "When you two get married, Grandpa will give you another great gift."
Upon hearing this, Luo Tianyi's face flushed slightly. Thinking about marrying that guy made her so excited and expectant.
"By the way, Cousin Ye Xuan."
Chen Yan'er saw that the limelight was being stolen by her favorite cousin, Ye Xuan, and her beautiful big eyes rolled. "You are the great talent of Yangcheng Middle School. Today is Grandpa's birthday banquet, why don't you show us something impressive?"
"Oh?"
Lin Xiuyan was surprised and then looked at Chen Bingyan. "Old Chen, your grandson has this skill?"
"Heh, Yan'er is right."
"Yes, cousin. Why not recite a poem for Grandpa to liven things up?" Chen Xiaodong was also in a good mood. Normally, his uncle's family often mocked theirs.
With the two of them speaking up, Chen Yan'er's cousins from her third uncle's and two aunt's families also chimed in their agreement. Seeing the embarrassment of their uncle's family brought them great pleasure.
"This... alright."
He had come for two reasons: to complete a mission, and to let his mother shine. How could he refuse such a request?
Of course, he also wanted to test the ultimate calligraphy skill he had just acquired.
"I'll get the paper and ink!"
Seeing her cousin about to display his literary talent again, Chen Yan'er happily went to prepare the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. She glanced at her uncle's family, whose faces were ashen, and felt a surge of comfort. Now, let's see if they can still be so smug.
Soon, Chen Yan'er returned.
The paper, ink, brush, and inkstone were ready. The paper was the ancient Xuan paper Ye Xuan had gifted. As it was unrolled, the scent of Xuan paper was evident, and it was very pleasant.
The eldest uncle's family watched the scene in bewilderment. How could this happen?
The script was wrong. They were supposed to be the ones in the spotlight. They looked at Ye Xuan inexplicably, their eyes filled with hostility.
Before the table, Chen Yan'er personally ground the ink for her cousin. Ye Xuan said little, licked some ink, and fully unleashed his ultimate calligraphy skill, exuding an aura of an invisible calligraphy master.
Lin Xiuyan sensed the invisible aura and narrowed his eyes. This young man's calligraphy skills must be extraordinary.
As Lin Xiuyan's gaze fell upon the ancient Xuan paper, he saw four grand and vigorous characters: 'Shui Diao Ge Tou'.
"Excellent calligraphy!"
Lin Xiuyan exclaimed. Many of the guests were also calligraphy connoisseurs, and in comparison, they all felt ashamed and inferior. Such a work of calligraphy could definitely be considered the work of a master. Sudan Novel Network.
While everyone was marveling, Ye Xuan's brush was already dancing like a dragon and a snake,
"When did the bright moon first appear? I raise my wine and ask the blue sky. I do not know what year it is in the heavenly palaces. I wish to ride the wind and return, yet I fear the crystal towers and jade halls are too cold. I dance with my clear shadow, what is it like to be in the human world..."
It flowed smoothly without the slightest hesitation. To Chen Yan'er and the others, it was like the creation of a magnificent work of art.
"This brat..."
Ye's father was also stunned. "When did his calligraphy become so good?"
"Heh, he is indeed my son," Chen Xiaowan's face was filled with pride and self-satisfaction. The previous gloom vanished instantly. She glanced at her elder brother's family and thought, "Try talking back to me now."
Luo Tianyi was also taken aback. She had seen the calligraphy of many famous masters, and her father's calligraphy skills were also quite impressive. However, compared to this young man's calligraphy, there was still a significant gap. And this poem... she had never seen it before, with its perfect parallelism and rhyme.
"Through the red pavilion, to the low ornate window, it shines on the sleepless. There should be no resentment, why is the moon always full when people are apart? People have sorrow and joy, partings and reunions; the moon waxes and wanes, is bright and dim. This has been difficult to achieve since ancient times. I wish that people live long lives, and share the beauty of the moon across a thousand miles."
As everyone was lost in thought, a gracefully written 'Shui Diao Ge Tou' appeared on the ancient, simple, and fragrant Xuan paper.
The entire hall fell silent, everyone immersed in the poem and lost in contemplation.
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At a certain moment, Lin Xiuyan was the first to snap back to reality, applauding generously. "Amazing!"
"A wonderful poem! Excellent calligraphy!"
"I never expected someone so young to possess such calligraphy skills. This old man is truly ashamed and admits defeat. Indeed, the waves behind the river push the waves before!"
After speaking, Lin Xiuyan turned to Chen Bingyan. "Old Chen, this calligraphy requires at least twenty to thirty years of practice. Your grandson has truly opened my eyes."
"And this poem, with its magnificent wording and beautiful artistic conception, is a masterpiece!"
"Heh, Old Lin, you flatter me."
Chen Bingyan said humbly, but his face was filled with satisfaction. He was naturally delighted to have such an outstanding grandson.
However, Chen Yuting's face grew even more somber. "How is this possible? That brat!!"
"I really underestimated him!!!"
"Deming, get a scroll. Carefully preserve this poem by Little Ye. We'll find a time to have it properly mounted."
As a calligraphy enthusiast and a senior connoisseur himself, Chen Bingyan knew his grandson's calligraphy was extraordinary. He immediately instructed his second son to protect it. As for his eldest son, he didn't bother asking, as he had long been disappointed with his eldest son's family.
"Yes, Father."
Second Uncle Chen Deming quickly agreed and called for Third Uncle Chen Deyu to help. The two of them carefully put away the calligraphy. They looked at their nephew with admiration; there were few calligraphers who could impress their father to this extent.
Seeing Chen Bingyan put away the calligraphy, Lin Xiuyan could no longer sit still. He rubbed his hands and said, "Well, young friend."
"On behalf of the Tianhai Museum, may I request a piece of your calligraphy? Such remarkable skill should not be hidden from more people; it would be a great pity."
Chen Yuting, "!!!!!"
Upon hearing Lin Xiuyan's words, Chen Yuting's eyes bulged out. Could that little scoundrel's calligraphy be that good? Even Old Lin was asking for a piece of his work. Old Lin, you know, is the director of the Tianhai Museum. If it weren't for the difficulty of finding a suitable director, Old Lin would have retired long ago.
With Old Lin's statement, everyone in the banquet hall was stunned. Chen Bingyan stroked his beard, cursing this old fox. Chen Xiaowan looked at her son, her face beaming with a smile, as if to say, "See? This scoundrel who has stolen the spotlight is my son!!"