"Old white dog, who the hell messed with you? Your so-called master is Chen Feng."
"Don't you believe me? Put your lousy poetry aside for now and just look at my handwriting."
Li Siye pulled out all his calligraphy copybooks, each with a different style of writing—some upright, some wild, some unruly—showcasing the essence of Chinese characters to the fullest.
"Don't tell me this calligraphy was also written by Chen... no... also by the master?"
"Congratulations, you got it right... Damn it, you still didn't believe me? I'll tell you at the end, he is my grandson-in-law, Chen Feng."
Li Siye suddenly became arrogant, and at this moment he found Chen Feng extremely pleasing to the eye, because he felt many envious, jealous and hateful gazes.
The last time these old fogies looked at him like that was during the war when he single-handedly captured an entire enemy platoon and earned a first-class merit.
"Old Li, stop showing off. Little Chen never said he wanted to be your son-in-law. Stop patting yourself on the back. Hey, Old Bai, what do you think of these two paintings of mine?"
Qi Baishi pulled out pictures of shrimp and apples.
Bai Yizhong glanced over instinctively, and was immediately stunned.
"This...this painting is so realistic! It's simply divine skill! No...don't tell me this was also painted by the master...Chen Feng?"
"Sigh... Although I find it hard to believe, I saw it with my own eyes and have no choice but to believe it."
Qi Bai nodded and said.
"Such a person actually exists in this world? Impossible, absolutely impossible."
Bai Yizhong slowly turned around, looked at the smiling young man, and after a long while, asked to confirm, "That painting?"
"It was indeed drawn by a junior."
Bai Yizhong almost lost his footing and took a step back.
"That word?"
"It was also written by a junior."
Bai Yizhong took two steps back, his legs went weak, he found it unbelievable.
"And poetry too..."
"It was indeed made by this junior... Grandpa Bai."
Before Chen Feng could finish speaking, Bai Yizhong's body suddenly went limp, and he was about to fall to the ground. Chen Feng was quite skilled and reacted quickly, carrying Bai Yizhong in a horizontal embrace.
"Grandpa Bai, are you alright?"
"Old Bai, what's wrong?"
"Old White Dog, you've walked out of piles of corpses, how come you're so frail?"
The old men all gathered around.
After a long while, Bai Yizhong finally caught his breath, and then without saying a word, he asked Chen Feng to compose a new seven-character poem on the spot using different fonts.
Chen Feng did not refuse and started working directly. Sometimes his poems were elegant and graceful, and other times they were righteous and majestic. He wrote them in one go.
My old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, heading down to Yangzhou in the misty, flowery third month.
A lone sail disappears into the vast blue sky, only the Yangtze River flows to the horizon.
On the blank sheet of paper, a miracle finally appeared. Bai Yizhong almost knelt down. He believed it. He no longer needed to draw. He completely believed that all these miracles were created by the young man in front of him.
"Great! Great!"
"Little Chen, I have three granddaughters, all of them unmarried..."
Bai Yizhong, with tears in his eyes, held Chen Feng's hand tightly, as if afraid he would run away.
When the other old men heard that Old Bai was introducing his granddaughter, they immediately exclaimed how foolish they were, wondering why they hadn't thought of that, since they had plenty of granddaughters too.
Li Qingning had never imagined that Chen Feng would give her such a big surprise. He was so skilled in music, calligraphy, and painting. At this moment, for the first time, a sense of admiration rose in her heart.
Coupled with the goodwill she had always felt, the seed in her heart finally sprouted, and looking at Chen Feng, a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.
But when she heard Bai Yizhong introduce his granddaughter in public, her face instantly darkened.
"Old white dog, are you trying to start a fight? Chen Feng is my grandson-in-law, what the hell do you mean by this?"
Upon seeing his grandson-in-law being poached, Li Siye erupted on the spot.
"What do you mean 'your grandson-in-law'? Oh dear, didn't you see Qingning here too?"
Bai Yizhong probably wanted to say something harsh, but seeing the junior swallow it down, he realized he was about to say something unpleasant.
"Xiao Chen and Qing Ning aren't married yet, so why is he your grandson-in-law? Xiao Chen, come on, let's take out our phones and add each other as friends first, and then introduce him to your granddaughter later."
Chen Feng was actually unwilling, but since she was an elder, he couldn't refuse. He could only force a smile and prepare to take out his phone. But inadvertently, he saw Li Qingning's dark face, his hand trembled, and his phone fell to the ground with a thud.
"Um, it seems my phone is broken."
Chen Feng quickly picked up the device, forced it to shut down, and desperately tried to save himself.
Seeing that the old man didn't take him seriously at all, Li Siye immediately went up and snatched Bai Yizhong's phone, and the two began to get into a fighting stance.
Just as chaos erupted inside, a dignified voice rang out from outside, "What are you bunch of old geezers doing?"
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately became solemn, after all, the person who came was not only their leader now, but also their leader in the past.
"Lord Ye!"
"Greetings, Lord Ye!"
"Greetings, Lord Ye!"
"Hello, Grandpa Ye!"
Greetings echoed throughout the room, but Chen Feng was completely dumbfounded; he couldn't believe his eyes.
At this moment, an old man slowly walked in through the door. He walked with a powerful stride and an extremely strong aura. Two people followed closely behind him, clearly very skilled.
None of these were the key points. What really sent chills down Chen Feng's spine was that he recognized the old man; he had often seen him on television before.
At this moment, he realized what kind of circle Li Qingning had dragged him into. This wasn't just the top three; it was the absolute top.
No wonder they can accomplish things that ordinary people can't do in a lifetime with just a word. With such a circle, turning the whole of China upside down wouldn't be a problem.
The old man entered the house, nodded to a group of old men, and although he had a faint smile on his face, it sent chills down the spines of the group of old men.
Li Siye quickly went up to him, and while helping the old man surnamed Ye, he pointed at Bai Yizhong and began to complain.
"The president, it's him, that old dog from the Poetry Association, who stole our calligraphy practice books."
This made Bai Yizhong furious, but he dared not lash out. After all, although the person in front of him had retired, he had been a leader and should be respected no matter what level he was in.
"How dare you talk to your comrades like that? We've all crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood together. Didn't you curse enough when you were young?"
Ye Changqing was helped to sit in the central hall, then looked at a group of old men and said, "I was dissatisfied when I first came in. You guys are still unfamiliar with me."
The old man took a sip of the tea that Qi Baishi had prepared long ago. "I have already stepped down. Don't call me by those titles anymore."
Upon hearing this, Old Yang spoke up, "Then how should we address you? We can't just call you 'Old...'"
"Old Yang!"
Qi Baishi quickly stopped Old Yang, fearing that he might say something outrageous.
Unexpectedly, Ye Changqing smiled, waved his hand, and said to Qi Baishi, "You are still the same as when you were young, cautious and meticulous, but your shortcomings are also obvious, that is, you lack courage. Otherwise, with your abilities, you wouldn't have stopped at the provincial or ministerial level."
"Hehe, the old commander is right. But time cannot be turned back. When you get old, those achievements are nothing but fleeting clouds."
Qi Baishi reminisces with a sigh.
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