C37 (1/2)

Realizing that he had made a mistake, Chen Yang was dumbfounded and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He quickly turned his head and was helpless as he found that Fang Shoudao's eyes were glowing and his face was filled with indescribable shock.

Looking back at Liu Deyuan, he raised his hand and pointed at the question. Trembling, he grumbled, ”Y-you, what a perfect work of art! How could you make such a low level mistake? You even made the wrong era.”

Chen Yang helplessly threw up his hands and laughed dryly, ”A mistake, it was definitely a mistake.”

Liu De Yuan stared at him: ”Pen error? It would be strange if I believed you. No matter how wrongly I wrote, I would never be able to write something like that. ”

”Eh, it must be because I'm too familiar with Fang Gang's works that I accidentally substituted myself for them.”

”Hai.”

Seeing that Chen Yang did not do it on purpose, Liu Deyuan let out a long sigh and said with a conflicted tone, ”This piece of work can be said to be one of the best in painting, but it's the final question. It's a pity that it's not good to do it. ”

After Chen Yang heard this, he thought for a moment and said, ”I think we should cut the whole thing down from top to bottom. I will write another question.”

”That's the only way.”

Liu Deyuan nodded his head helplessly. For such an excellent work to be scrapped because of an error in the question, it was indeed a pity. This could be considered the best method.

He watched as Chen Yang carefully cut off the question and rolled the paper into a ball before throwing it into the trash basket. He could not help but feel even more heartache.

”Old Fang, what are you doing?”

”Nothing, I just feel that Chen Yang's calligraphy is very good. It's a pity to throw it away.”

Fang Quzhi bent over and picked up the ball of paper, carefully spreading it out. Under Liu Deyuan's astonished gaze, he folded it and put it in his pocket.

”I say, Old Fang, Little Yang is here. It's not a big deal to get his words, is it?” Liu Deyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

”Hmph, I'm just like that.”

Fang Quzhi glared at him and said in a tit for tat manner.

”Alright, alright. You have the final say. Alright!”

Liu Deyuan felt helpless as he cupped his hands in surrender.

After rewriting the title, the entire work was finally completed.

Chen Yang put down his brush with a look of satisfaction on his face, unable to conceal the joy in his eyes.

”Leave it here for now. When the ink has dried, you can take it away, Old Fang.” Little Yang, let's go eat first. ” Liu Deyuan looked at Chen Yang and was secretly amazed. This fellow is truly incredible. The more I interact with him, the more unfathomable he becomes. He is skilled in both painting and medical skills. I truly don't know what else he is capable of.

Perhaps it was because he had created a satisfactory piece of work, but at the dinner table, Chen Yang specifically requested to open a bottle of Wuliangye.

The three of them chatted as they drank. Not long after, Liu Deyuan and Fang Jian were unable to keep up and lost, leaving Chen Yang to drink alone.

After two bottles of white spirits were consumed, his eyes were already hazy. Under Liu Deyuan's suggestion, he staggered into the study room, waved his hand, and wrote another two letters.

When he finished writing, he went to the guest room and slept soundly.

When he woke up, it was already evening. Chen Yang shook his head, and could not help but feel parched and dizzy.

”Bad habits kill people.”

He had not expected that the habits he had left behind in his previous life would still be so strong. Every time he wrote a satisfactory work, he would be drunk without exception.

In the living room, Fang Shishi had already left.