After the divorce, I was tricked into a love show, and my ex-wife was anxious

After Shen Yu wrote the lyrics,

Seeing that it was getting late, he said he would rehearse with Ji Shuyi tomorrow morning and then prepared to go back to his room.

But seeing Zhou Zhi sitting on the sofa beside him, he walked up and asked,

"Do you want to go back to your room now? I'll carry you up there."

Zhou Zhi nodded immediately after hearing this.

She had originally planned to go back to her room, and now that Shen Yu offered to carry her on his back, she was naturally very happy to do so.

As soon as Shen Yu squatted down, she naturally lay on his back.

His face was full of smiles, no longer the cold expression he had before.

She had made a decision long before when she was watching the fireworks.

She would never again treat Shen Yu as her best friend's ex-husband like she did before.

But an independent person.

She will no longer target Shen Yu like before.

Instead, he calmed down and looked at Shen Yu's behavior equally.

Shen Yu sent Zhou Zhi back to her room and was about to leave.

Zhou Zhi, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly said,

"Shen Yu,"

When Shen Yu turned around, her face turned red, she lowered her head and dared not look at him, and whispered,

"Thank you for today."

If Shen Yu hadn't had good hearing, he might not have been able to hear what she was saying.

He chuckled and said,

"It's nothing. This is what I should do. Have a good rest."

After saying that, he closed the door and returned to his room.

At this time, Huang Ming and others had already returned to their respective rooms.

The only one left in the living room was Ji Shuyi, who was still reading the lyrics.

She stared at the paper in her hand, unable to let it go.

Meng De originally wanted to close the live broadcast room directly,

But seeing the excitement and solemnity on Ji Shuyi's face, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

He ordered the staff to zoom in the camera in the room on the piece of paper in Ji Shuyi's hand.

After seeing the contents of this paper,

The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't sit still anymore.

Everyone opened their eyes wide, and was so attracted by Shen Yu's calligraphy that they couldn't take their eyes off him.

"Oh my God, what kind of font is this? Why does it look so beautiful?"

"It looks so beautiful! Each word is like a work of art."

"I study calligraphy, and it's no exaggeration to say that I've never seen calligraphy like this before. It's truly beautiful."

"This calligraphy has the style of a master and is unique. Shen Yu may be about to create a new school."

"The one above isn't that suspenseful, is he really the founder?"

"..."

Lin Feiwan returned home.

Seeing the comments in the live broadcast room, everyone was puzzled.

Why is Shen Yu’s calligraphy going to create a new school?

After I married Shen Yu, I often saw Shen Yu practicing calligraphy.

At that time, she only thought that Shen Yu's handwriting was very beautiful, and she had no other feelings.

Now I see that something that I don’t care about is actually being revered by everyone, and I feel very uncomfortable.

at the same time,

In a courtyard house in the capital,

Ruoxi was curled up on the sofa watching Shen Yu's variety show while eating juicy green grapes.

After seeing the calligraphy written by Shen Yu, the whole person was stunned.

I was instantly conquered by the beauty of the Slender Gold script.

For a long time,

I quickly took a screenshot and jumped off the sofa.

He ran quickly towards his grandfather's room.

"dong dong dong..."

After arriving at the door, Ruoxi knocked on it without hesitation.

After a long while, the old man finally opened the door.

Looking at his granddaughter who was looking excited outside the door, the old man said helplessly,

"My dear Ruoxi, you know how difficult it is for an old man like Grandpa to fall asleep. Is there anything that can't be discussed tomorrow?"

Ruoxi didn't explain either.

Hold the phone directly in front of the person.

The old man didn't care at first, he just glanced at it.

But after this one glance, I could no longer look away.

I grabbed the phone and started watching carefully.

Then he hurried back to his room.

Take out your reading glasses and put them on.

The sleepiness I felt before had already disappeared.

Instead, there was a serious look on his face, and a hint of expectation.

a long time,

The old man took off his glasses, let out a long breath and said,

"Every stroke of this font is sharp and unmistakable, just like a true silver hook and iron painting. Although thin, it retains its flesh. It has both masculine and feminine beauty, forming a unique balance between the two. It is truly ingenious."

"By the way, Ruoxi, who wrote this?"

"That's the young man I told you about last time, the one who wrote the Peach Blossom Cottage Song."

The old man raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said in surprise,

"It was actually written by that young man. He is truly talented. Not only is he very accomplished in poetry, but he is also quite good at calligraphy. This style of handwriting is unique and has the style of a master. I still want to meet him."

Ruoxi couldn't help but chuckle when she heard this.

"Grandpa, your friends aren't very helpful. A whole day has passed and we still haven't been able to contact them."

Hearing this, the old man snorted coldly.

"These guys don't take it seriously at all. Please help me post this photo in the group chat of a few old guys. I'm going to call them one by one. If I don't sleep, they won't be able to sleep either."

He picked up his phone and said,

I called old friends I had known for decades.

It was only nine o'clock at this time, but these elderly people paid great attention to health preservation and were basically asleep at this time.

Being woken up naturally made me feel bad, and since we were old friends,

He spoke very casually and started with a wave of greetings.

"Old Feng, what the hell are you doing calling me so late at night? Can't you tell me tomorrow? You know my sleep quality, you..."

Feng Ruoxi watched her grandfather being scolded and was no longer surprised.

She has become accustomed to this kind of scene over the years.

Basically, within two or three days, a contest between the quintessence of Chinese culture will be staged.

But for some reason, the more they competed, the better the relationship between these old people became, which left her puzzled.

Mr. Feng didn't wait for the person on the other end to finish speaking and shouted,

"Hurry and check the group."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

He then made the same call to several other friends, and the same scene happened again.

After the call,

Mr. Feng muted his phone and threw it on the table beside him.

I was in a very good mood and even hummed a tune.

A few minutes later, the phone on the table began to vibrate frantically.

The phone calls kept coming in one after another. Mr. Feng laughed out loud when he saw them.

"Hahaha, these old guys are feeling like they've been tickled by a kitten. I'm just not going to answer the phone and piss them off to death."

Feng Ruoxi looked at her grandfather with a helpless look on her face.

How come these people are going backwards as they get older, like a bunch of old children?