If it was an ordinary person, they would be so embarrassed at this moment that they would find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
But Ye Hao didn't feel much, but walked to a corner of the hall with his hands behind his back, admiring the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.
These calligraphy brushes are strong and strong, and every stroke has a taste of gold and iron horses.
As for those ink paintings, although there are only a few strokes, it is enough to show the author's spirit.
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