I'm watching in the crowd.

Strangely, he suddenly looked at me and smiled.

The pen moved quickly and penetrated the back of the paper. He immediately splashed the ink and wrote a poem.

"The drunken life returns to a dream."

"A lifetime of hard work goes unpaid."

"Reducing talents regardless of style."

"Xi'an nobleman Xiang Yunfeng."

The last word "peak" in this poem, the last vertical stroke, is drawn very long, like a straight sword thrust into the paper, and the momentum is astonishing.

"Xiang Yunfeng? My name?"

"He knows me?"

Before I could react, he rolled up the written calligraphy and handed it to me. He smiled and said, "Let's call it "Xi'an Poet Qin Huaihu Presents Xiang Yunfeng."

"You. You are?"

"you know me?"

The man shook his head and smiled: "I don't know you, but someone knows you. I am entrusted by others."

"because"
Chapter completed!