Chapter 102

Lu Xiaoya smiled shyly. As soon as she saw the plaque, she admired it. Unexpectedly, it was written by grandpa Ouyang himself.

Ouyang Qingcang was filled with emotion. This is the child of the Ye family. It's not pretentious or pretentious. Liu Mengru looked very fake before.

After a while, the younger generation of Ouyang family took a box and returned to the main hall. Just looking at the box containing the pen, we can know how much its owner loves it.

Ouyang Qingcang took the box and handed it to Lu Xiaoya.

Lu Xiaoya was about to take it, but Ouyang Qingcang withdrew his hand: "son, I don't say I can take it. You have to show your ability."

"Grandpa Ouyang, don't blame me for my bad writing." Lu Xiaoya smiled very calmly without any timidity.

Ouyang Qingcang took Lu Xiaoya to a small hall next door, where there were pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Other people were also very curious, so they followed them to join in the fun and see how Miss Lu's calligraphy was.

Lu Xiaoya calmly walked to the table, first smoothed the rice paper, then picked out a soft and hard brush from the pen holder, splashed ink and began her writing.

Her movements were as smooth as clouds and flowing water, and her strokes were crisp and neat. Ouyang Qingcang was very satisfied.

Most of the onlookers were scholars. Seeing that Lu Xiaoya wrote like a God, they began to secretly admire her and identify with her.

Soon a big word "Shou" appeared on the paper, and then Lu Xiaoya wrote many trumpet words "Shou" in the blank, showing her style.

"What a 'longevity map'!" Ouyang Qingcang applauded her, "you have achieved so much after only a few months of learning. No wonder your grandfather often praises you as a smart and savvy child!"

"Thank you, Grandpa Ouyang!" Lu Xiaoya smiled modestly.

"This is yours now." Ouyang Qingcang smiled and handed her the box.

Lu Xiaoya took the box with both hands, and the smile on her face was very pure, neither belittling nor complacent.

Old Mr. Ouyang said gently, "see if it suits your heart." The old man couldn't put her down, but he was very reserved. He couldn't help but make a sound without opening the box.

The people around naturally wondered what old Mr. Ouyang gave to Miss Lu.

Hearing the speech, Lu Xiaoya carefully opened the simple yellow pear wooden box in her hand. She saw a blue and white porcelain brush lying quietly on the blue brocade, introverted but not luxurious.

"This... This is yuan Qinghua? God... "There were knowledgeable people around, and they couldn't help crying out.

This is not only a pen, but also of great collection value. Some time ago, an international blue and white porcelain pot of the Yuan Dynasty with Guiguzi down the mountain has sold at a high price of 200 million yuan.

Everyone immediately looked at Lu Xiaoya with envy.

This Lu Xiaoya is not only the only outgoing daughter of old ye, but also a gift from old Mr. Ouyang, which has entered the eyes of old Mr. Ouyang. Old Mr. Ouyang always has no room for sand in his eyes. Now he is so close to Lu Xiaoya. It seems that her wind comments are passed on by some good people and can't be done accurately.

Lu Xiaoya was also surprised by the value of this pen. She solemnly promised Ouyang Qingcang: "thank you, Grandpa Ouyang. I will treat it well and use it in the right place."

Lu Xiaoya tightly held the box in her hand, which was grandpa Ouyang's praise and expectation for her. His assessment of her is also to build momentum for her. No one will despise her from now on.

A man in formal clothes came to Ouyang Qingcang and stood still through the layers of the crowd.

Lu Xiaoya looked at the man and was familiar with him. When she thought about it carefully, she knew that it was the man who had taken care of the gift book and gifts at the entrance of the hall.

It was a flash before. Now, when I look at it like this, I really am a good man with a jade tree facing the wind and as gentle as jade.

Ouyang Qingcang was even more happy when he saw the man coming: "Xiaoya, this is Ouyang Moyun, the third generation grandson of my family."

Ouyang Moyun was surprised, but he covered it up very well: "Hello, Miss Lu." He didn't expect that his grandfather would pay so much attention to the Lu family lady.

"Hello, young master Ouyang." The two shook hands like a dragonfly.

This man is Ouyang Moyun! Lu Xiaoya also set off a huge wave in her heart. In the year when she was persecuted to death in her last life, Ouyang Moyun was elected mayor of Kyoto with a very high number of votes. She just saw him on TV. She didn't want to see him in her youth today.

"Miss Lu has seen me before?" Ouyang Moyun noticed that Lu Xiaoya looked at him strangely.

"No, today is the first time." Lu Xiaoya quickly denied it.

Ouyang Moyun smiled. He could see that she didn't tell the truth, but he didn't point out: "Grandpa gave you this pen. Miss Lu is very good. At the beginning, I begged for it several times, and grandpa was reluctant to give up his love. "

Lu Xiaoya also smiled: "fate."

"Grandpa found a good owner for it." Ouyang Moyun had a smile around his eyes. He liked and appreciated Lu Xiaoya's affectation.

"Grandpa Ouyang praised me. I'm just a beginner." Lu Xiaoya looked respectful and modest.

Seeing that Lu Xiaoya and Ouyang Moyun were talking happily, Ouyang Qingcang said, "yun'er, please treat Xiao Ya well for me. I'll greet other guests."

Ouyang Moyun said with a smile, "don't worry, Grandpa."