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At 6:30 pm, Fang Yu and Qin Yimo came to the Imperial Forest House in western Jiangnan.

This is one of the famous gardens in Jiangnan, where you can see beautiful scenery and garden art.

"Today, Cai Gaoyang, a famous calligraphy master in Jiangnan, will hold his personal calligraphy and painting exhibition here, and many celebrities will be present." Qin Yimo said.

"Isn't it just a personal calligraphy and painting exhibition? Why are so many people doing?" Fang Yu said in confusion.

Qin Yimo gave Fang Yu a blank look and said, "You haven't even said Master Cai Gaoyang's name before?"

Fang Yu shook his head and said, "I have never heard of Cai Gaoyang, I only know the saint of calligraphy Huang Daoran."

"The saint of calligraphy you mentioned is indeed very powerful, but he was a figure from two thousand years ago after all. And Master Cai Gaoyang is the contemporary saint of calligraphy! Where can anyone in China know Master Cai Gaoyang now? His attainment in calligraphy is so high that others can't reach! He can buy a copybook at an auction house and sell it at a high price of hundreds of millions..."

"So many celebrities come to this calligraphy and painting exhibition tonight, mostly to get a calligraphy and painting. Even if it fails, it is great to meet Master Cai Gaoyang and have a few words to chat." Qin Yimo said, with admiration in his beautiful eyes.

Fang Yu disagreed and followed Qin Yimo into the Imperial Forest.

The scenery of the Imperial Forest House is indeed not covered. After entering, there are many windows on both sides. Looking outside, you can see the beautifully pruned potted plants and lotus leaves floating above the green lake.

The whole garden is filled with a fresh and natural smell, which makes people feel refreshed and cheerful.

"The only one who can hold a solo exhibition in a place like the Imperial House is Master Cai Gaoyang." Qin Yimo exclaimed while walking.

Soon, Fang Yu followed Qin Yimo into a place that looked like an exhibition hall.

Here you can see many copybooks and calligraphy hanging on the surrounding walls.

There are already many people in the exhibition hall, and there are many people standing in front of each copybook. They admire the magic on the copybook and are amazed.

Fang Yu glanced casually, his eyes calmly.

For him, the words on these copybooks can only be considered ordinary.

Of course, this ordinary person is relatively common. Compared with ordinary people, Cai Gaoyang's calligraphy is naturally much stronger, but compared with Huang Daoran's calligraphy, it is far behind.

It is even more impossible for Cai Gaoyang to be as famous as Huang Daoran.

Both sides are not on the same level at all.

Seeing the enthusiasm on the faces of these people in the exhibition hall and the words of praise, Fang Yu couldn't help but shake his head.

Are people nowadays so low in appreciation?

However, perhaps these people are not keen on art at all.

They are just following the trend and chasing.

Everyone says that Cai Gaoyang’s calligraphy is amazing, so he is really amazing.

They came to the book fair not really for art, but to create an image of themselves who loves art, which may look nobler.

It would be even better if you could get Cai Gaoyang's calligraphy or chat with Cai Gaoyang for a few words, it would be even better. It is a symbol of identity.

"Fang Yu, do you see that? This is the level of Master Cai Gaoyang." Qin Yimo took Fang Yu to a copybook and looked up at the copybook.

The copybook is an ancient poem.

"Master Cai's handwriting is really amazing. It's better to see it at first sight than to hear it. When you look at the brushwork, the flying dragon and the phoenix dance, it's magnificent. You really deserve to be a contemporary saint of calligraphy..."

"I think the most amazing thing about Master Cai is that he can change many styles. When you look at a copybook, you will look lively and elegant, chic and rigorous, which is really a unique one..."

"The two said it very well. In my opinion, the most amazing thing about Master Cai's calligraphy is where he turned his pen. It's really awesome..."

There were all kinds of admiration coming from around, but there was basically only one routine of admiration, that is, abuse of various idioms.

As Fang Yu listened, he felt more and more funny and couldn't help laughing out loud.

A bald man next to him looked at Fang Yu and frowned: "This little brother, do you seem to have a different view?"

"No." Fang Yu replied.

"Then what are you laughing at?" asked the bald man frowned.

"I think Master Cai's handwriting is very good, it's really good." Fang Yu said with a smile.

Another middle-aged man snorted coldly and said, "Boy, how did you get in? How can you laugh in this kind of occasion? Also, if you describe Master Cai's good calligraphy, do you only use very good words? I think you don't understand art at all!"

The bald man nodded and said, "Indeed, young people today are very impetuous and can't calm down to experience art. Alas, our thousands of years of brilliant calligraphy heritage in China will probably be much dim in the next generation..."

Fang Yu was too lazy to pay attention to these two people and looked at Qin Yimo on the side.

Qin Yimo was raising his head at this time and looking at a copybook above was in a daze.

"Do you really love calligraphy?" Fang Yu asked.

Qin Yimo came back to his senses, glanced at Fang Yu, and said, "Of course, my dream when I was a child was to become a master of calligraphy, and Master Cai was my catch-up... Since elementary school, I have to practice calligraphy for more than two hours every day, and this habit lasted until I graduated from college... Unfortunately, I just don't have talent, and the words I write never have my own style."

"Oh, it would be great if I could get a copybook from Master Cai today."

"Your family is so rich, wouldn't it be better to spend money to buy one?" Fang Yu said.

"I want to buy it too, but now Master Cai no longer sells copybooks, and those collectors who have obtained his copybooks are not short of money, and they can't buy it even if they have money." Qin Yimo said regretfully.

"I have a few original works of Huang Daoran at home. If you pay a suitable price, I will sell you one." Fang Yu said.

"Huang Daoran? Do you know that Huang Daoran is the saint of calligraphy? Besides, there are only three original works of Huang Daoran that have been passed down to this day. Two are in the hands of foreign collectors, and one is in the hands of today's No. 1... Can you brag about these meaningless cows? I am not those naive middle school girls, so I will not be deceived by your words." Qin Yimo said angrily.

Fang Yu didn't say anything more.

At this time, a man and a woman walked into the exhibition hall again.

The man in a suit and ties look less than thirty years old and has a beard, but he looks a bit vicissitudes and handsome.

The woman was wearing a black evening dress, with light makeup on her face, she looked beautiful and had a good figure.

However, the expression on the woman's face was not very good and she looked very unhappy.

As soon as he walked into the exhibition hall, the woman saw Fang Yu standing not far away talking to Qin Yimo.

Fang Yu?

A light flashed in the woman's eyes.

She suddenly thought of a way to get rid of men!

So, a happy look appeared on her face and she was about to walk forward.

At this time, the man reached out and grabbed her.

"Xiaoran, where do you want to go?" the man asked with a smile.

"Zhou Cheng! I said that I am not so close to you! Don't call me Xiaoran!" Ding Ran glared at the man and said.

Zhou Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "If you want to attract the attention of so many people present, you can continue to yell like this."

Ding Ran's face changed slightly, he glanced at Fang Yu again, and said, "I met a friend, I want to go over and chat with him!"

"Go." Zhou Cheng smiled slightly and let go of Ding Ran's hand.

Ding Ran quickly walked towards Fang Yu.

Zhou Cheng's expression instantly constrained, and he inserted his hands into his pockets, looking at Ding Ran's every move coldly.

"Fang Yu, why are you here?" Ding Ran walked behind Fang Yu and patted Fang Yu on the shoulder.

Fang Yu turned his head and saw that it was Ding Ran, his brows frowned slightly.

"We two are really destined to be together, we can meet them all." Ding Ran said with a light smile.

Fang Yu didn't say anything, but Qin Yimo, who was beside him, asked in confusion: "Fang Yu, is this your friend?"

Ding Ran noticed Qin Yimo at this time, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

What a beautiful woman...

Ding Ran has always been very confident in her beauty, but when she saw Qin Yimo, she felt that she was not as good as the other party.

Whether it is temperament or appearance...

How could Fang Yu know such a woman?

For a moment, Ding Ran felt inexplicable jealousy.

"She is the English teacher in my class." Fang Yu said.
Chapter completed!