Fan Baolu wrote these four words:

The king of mahjong!

Can you be more funny?

But the laughter disappeared soon.

Everyone's center of gravity is not in the sense of these four words.

Instead, they began to look at these four words seriously.

The king of mahjong!

Iron painting silver hooks are majestic, hiding the head and protecting the tail, and the force is in the characters!

This is simply a perfect piece of clothing!

No one expected that this person who looked sloppy and lazy could write such calligraphy works!

And look at Xia Muxuan again.

When compared with Fan Baolu's words, even if there is no comment, you can draw a conclusion:

Just like Chen Feng's seal carving works just now, it's so beautiful!

This is the most taboo for calligraphy and seal carving.

"Baolu is my son, so I can't comment." Fan Yifeng smiled faintly, but his eyebrows were filled with pride for this son.

"Your Fan family is hiding very deeply." Qiao Yuanfan sighed: "Anyway, I didn't expect that Baolu's word has reached such a state. I think even you can't compare to him, right?"

This was originally a compliment, but Fan Yifeng nodded seriously:

"If you talk about painting, he is not as good as me. But if you talk about words, I am not as good as him. Lao Qiao, I am not saying good things about my own son, but when he was very young, he had already shown his talent in this area. I asked him to practice calligraphy, he was lazy, and when I was angry, he picked up the pen and wrote it. The words he wrote were, hehe, I will tell you, I was really stunned at that time. He has a genius in this area, and what flows in his body is not blood, but ink!"

Fan Yifeng gave the praise to his son without hesitation.

Even the minimum modesty is gone.

But Qiao Yuanfan knew that Fan Baolu could take on any kind of praise. Although the meaning of the four words "King of Mahjong" was funny, each of these four words was so shocking.

Whose word is better?

In fact, Fan Yifeng does not need to evaluate it, Qiao Yuanfan does not need to evaluate it, or anyone on the organizing committee to evaluate it temporarily.

Everyone has the answer in their hearts:

Xia Muxuan and Fan Baolu are not on the same level at all!

How can a small grass be compared to a towering tree?

At that moment, Xia Muxuan's face turned pale, and he had never suffered such a big blow since he was a child.

He has been called a genius since he was a child.

But it was not until now that he knew what a real genius was!

Fan Baolu didn't even bother to look at Xia Muxuan for a long time. He walked straight back to Brother Huanxi and others.

"No need to judge this time, right?" Director Guo finally came to his senses.

Yes, no need to judge anymore.

Everyone knows what the final winner is.

The two consecutive games were played, which opened everyone's eyes.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Director Guo announced that he would take a temporary rest for half an hour before going to do the next improvisation.

"Old Fan, it's amazing." Brother Huanxi hooked Fan Baolu's shoulder: "You are so hidden."

Fan Baolu scratched his head: "Writing is just like writing. I am the second in the world to play mahjong..."

This guy still misses mahjong!

Brother Huanxi said with a wicked smile: "Old Fan, but I think you seem to have a big opinion on that Xia Muxuan?"

Not only Brother Huanxi, but everyone else also saw it.

The smile disappeared from Fan Baolu's face.

"I'll tell you my own story, I'm still idle anyway."

Fan Baolu said after a while, "I'm forty-four this year, twenty years ago, yes, I'm sure it was twenty years ago. I fell in love with a woman. Her name is Pan Aiqin, a very rustic name, right? She looks average. She is five years older than me, divorced, and has an eight-year-old child."

There is no reason to say that Fan Baolu fell in love with Pan Aiqin.

One is the son of a famous master of calligraphy and painting, the other is an ordinary woman, the other is a 24-year-old man, the other is a woman in her thirties, the other is a young man with a young man, and the other is a divorced mother with an eight-year-old child.

No matter from which perspective, it is not suitable for both people, but what is the reason for love?

Pan Aigen accepted him, and the two quickly fell in love.

But no one expected that the resistance actually came from the son of an eight-year-old child Pan Aiqin!

Her son even forced him to die, and in the end, Pan Aiqin, who loved her son, was finally forced to give up this relationship. He also told Fan Baolu that if he came to his home again and pursued him again, he would take his children out of the city.

Brother Huanxi had already guessed it when he heard this: "That child is Xia Muxuan, right?"

"Yes. He is Xia Muxuan." Fan Baolu nodded: "You must think that I am small-minded, because he doesn't agree with me being with his mother and will take revenge on him? No, you are wrong."

For so many years, Fan Baolu has been silently observing Pan Aiqin and her children.

Xia Muxuan was very talented since childhood. Pan Aiqin was reluctant to eat and wear, but he had to let his children receive the guidance of famous teachers.

Gradually, Xia Muxuan became famous.

Pan Aiqin thought that her hard days had come to an end, but she didn't expect that at this time, Xia Muxuan began to dislike her, a mother who was not very educated.

He was even ashamed to mention his mother on any occasion.

Later he met the daughter of a rich family, and the other party was willing to accept him and specially hired the company to carry out a series of packaging for Xia Muxuan.

In the introduction, Xia Muxuan's father passed away very early, while his mother was a Chinese American and a celebrity in society.

Xia Muxuan has been noble since childhood.

In order to ensure that the secret is not leaked, Xia Muxuan actually drove his mother Pan Aiqin back to her hometown in the countryside, and told her that she would never be allowed to come back.

Speaking of this, sadness and anger flashed in Fan Baolu's eyes: "I have seen Pan Aiqin, and her body has long collapsed. She lives alone in her hometown, missing her son every day, but she can't see it at all. I want to talk to Xia Muxuan several times, but he always avoids it. Can you understand the mood of a mother missing her son?"

"This bastard Xia Muxuan!" Annie was the first to curse: "Old Fan, why don't you expose his hypocrite's appearance?"

"Because I promised Pan Aiqin that I will never expose it." Fan Baolu smiled bitterly: "No matter how my son treats his mother, no matter how his son hurts his mother's heart, his mother is a mother. Pan Aiqin begs me to not tell the truth for his son's future."

Everyone who heard this story was silent.

But our brother Huanxi suddenly laughed:
Chapter completed!