If the grandson was not an immortal, he would definitely not let the old man drink like this.
With grandson's ability, as long as they are not completely dead, he can restore them to their original state.
In the yard of Jiang Che's villa, Wang Shuangshuang and her photography team circled around.
On the green lawn, there is an extra-large long table made of golden nanmu wood.
There were sheets of red paper on the table, and Jiang Che was holding a brush and writing Spring Festival couplets in a flamboyant manner.
Mr. Tang, Mr. Xu, Ouyang Wei, ... and a group of other old men were also present.
Looking at the Spring Festival couplets written by Jiang Che, everyone's eyes sparkled with gold.
The writing is so good that only an expert can see the key points.
Jiang Che's handwriting is unique and full of natural artistic conception. Watching Jiang Che write is simply a pleasure.
"That's amazing! Xiao Che's handwriting has improved again. I wonder how he practiced it?"
"Yes, the characters flow smoothly and the meaning is compelling."
"This state is no longer something we can comprehend!"
Ouyang Wei and other old men looked at the words above and kept exclaiming in admiration.
Wang Shuangshuang stood aside, looking at the Spring Festival couplets like a fangirl.
It felt as if these words came alive in her mind, transforming into wind, drizzle, mountains and rivers.
It outlines a beautiful landscape painting.
Just when Jiang Che finished writing a Spring Festival couplet and put down his brush.
Wang Shuangshuang quickly ran over and asked in a low voice.
"Boss Jiang, our Spring Festival Gala director, would like to ask you for a couplet for the Spring Festival Gala. Is that okay with you?"
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