Stop Bothering Me, Emperor Chapter 46: Calligraphy

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The New Year in his hometown was very peaceful. Song Xiao went to his grandparents' house every morning and went to see his grandfather in the afternoon.

Old man Qu is a well-known writer in this small town. His books are all related to history, and there are two large rooms in his family's historical materials. Song Xiao rummaged in the bookcase enthusiastically. There was a small cabinet on which were all books published by grandpa.

"Emperor Wu governs the World", "Ten Kingdoms", and "Jinghong's Prosperity", this trilogy of various forms in the world is very famous. The first two have been filmed into TV series, and the latter one is because the old man is unwilling to delete the plot. I haven't been able to make it.

I haven't seen each other all the year round. My grandfather and grandson don't know how to communicate. Grandpa Qu has a tough temper, and Song Xiao is not a person who can speak actively. As a result, every afternoon, Old Man Qu wrote and painted while Song Xiao was reading silently.

"Lao Qu, a good New Year." The president of the local cultural association came to visit Old Man Qu with a few apprentices. The president of this association was surnamed Jiang, and he was a calligraphy and painting artist. When the president was first elected, everyone actually wanted Old Man Qu to be the president. After all, his status was higher, but he refused and fell on Master Jiang.

"Happy New Year." Grandpa continued to write without raising his head.

Chairman Jiang felt that his face was a bit ugly, so he barked his teeth and leaned over to see what he had written. At first glance, it turned out to be the four characters "Jinghong's Prosperity" and couldn't help but curl his lips.

"I said the old song, it's not that I said you, let you change it, you just change it, delete those **** love places, and only take pictures of your Jinghong prosperous age, how good." President Jiang said. As he talked about the New Year gift in his hand, he passed it up.

"History is like this, what to delete! Let me change my work into pure praise. I would rather go on the street and sell words to survive." Old man Qu blew his beard and glanced at the group of young people behind President Jiang .

"You are just too stubborn," said, President Jiang pulled the three young people behind him, "I didn't introduce you to them. These are my newly recruited apprentices, and they are very savvy." /

The three young people are all in their twenties.

"Come on, show a hand to Teacher Qu." Chairman Jiang is in high spirits. He is always keen to show off all kinds of apprentices in front of Old Man Qu, because Old Man Qu is too picky and has not yet received a decent apprentice.

One of the square-looking young people walked out, took out a pair of characters he had written, swiped and opened it: "This is a character written by a younger generation, please comment on it."

It was a large Chinese character, with only the words "Tao" and "Forbearance" written on it. It was in the style of lying Cao, and the overall style was rough.

Old man Qu took a look and squinted his eyes. He had seen this character, and someone had sent it to him before, and wanted to rely on it to come to his teacher. But he was mainly a book writer, calligraphy was not his expertise, and he didn't understand the genre of Wo Cao, so he directly returned.

The young man was very persistent, so he wanted Qu Lao to say one, two, three. He believed that he was studying at the age of three, and he trained Cao Cao so well. Why did this old man look down on him?

Old man Qu frowned. He felt that the word was not well written, but Wo Cao was a very biased school, didn't know much and didn't know much about it. In silence, he suddenly heard Song Xiao who was reading a book.

"These two words have no character." Song Xiao looked up and said casually.

"What are you talking about?" The young man turned his head and saw that it was a child. He was immediately unhappy, "Fucking body is so rough and soft, you don't know how to talk nonsense."

Song Xiao put down the book in his hand and walked over, looked at the two characters carefully, walked to the desk, picked up a brush casually, soaked it with ink, and swayed it openly on the spread rice paper. Soon, the word "Tao" that was much more refined than the one just now appeared on the paper.

The Lying Cao body was written by a general during the founding period of Dayu. The general refused to accept his father's forced training of the Cao body, and dismissed it as too soft, so he swayed out this Lying Cao body.

"The essence of lying Cao lies in the word'struggle', which is not soft at all. In your word, General Cao is missing the character of a man who is fighting against the sky and the earth. It would be better to bend than to bend." Song Xiao walked straight. Click on it.

The young man blushed suddenly, looking at the big characters Song Xiao wrote in shock, Grandpa Qu was even more startled. When did his grandson learn calligraphy?

"This is..." Chairman Jiang looked up and down at Song Xiao in surprise. He couldn't believe that he could write such a character at such a young age.

"This is my grandson," Grandpa said of this, proudly erected his chest, then waved his hand impatiently, "If it's all right, you can go quickly and don't leave you to finish your meal."

Chairman Jiang twitched his mouth and left with a group of apprentices who came in with their heads upright.

The grandfather turned his head to look at Song Xiao: "Xiao Xiao, your word..."

Song Xiao's heart shook, and then he remembered that this body had never learned calligraphy, and modern people generally don't understand this. A young boy suddenly wrote a good handwriting. How to explain it? Before I thought of how to answer, I saw Old Man Qu happily picked up the character: "Such a good character was written by my grandson. Hahaha, no, this has to be mounted. If this character is used by the calligraphy association Guys see, you must be appointed as president, haha!"

Speaking, Grandpa left the house holding the words, leaving Song Xiao dumbfounded.

Song Xiao’s calligraphy skills were not top-notch in Dayu, but in modern times, he is a master. According to my grandfather, if he doesn't learn well in the future, he can still support himself by selling calligraphy.

Selling calligraphy and painting was done by the scholars who fell in love. Song Xiao still insisted on the imperial examination, but he didn't agree to his grandfather letting him join the Calligraphy Association.

In a blink of an eye, it was the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, saying goodbye to grandpa and grandparents, Song Xiao returned to city a, and out of the airport, among the crowd picking up the plane, he saw the unique person at a glance.

Yu Tang just put one hand in his trouser pocket and stood in the crowd. When there are few people, it is not obvious. When there are many people, you can tell. Everyone around consciously keeps a step away from him. He is isolated.

"Yu Tang!" Song Xiao pulled the suitcase and saw His Majesty the Emperor, she couldn't help calling him, and he felt a bit rude when he called out, and took a peek at his father.

Song Zicheng also saw Yu Tang and was a little surprised: "Is he here to pick you up?" As a close classmate, there is nothing wrong with picking up the airport without a parent, but he and Song Xiao are still here. Picking up the airport is a bit strange. Master Yu family, just so idle?

Yu Tang walked over unhurriedly and said hello to Song Zicheng: "I'll pick someone up."

Song Zicheng knows that this is for picking up others, and when I meet them, the smile on his face is suddenly brighter.

Sidashu's car was not far away, and Yu Tang followed them for two steps, claiming that the plane he had picked up had not landed yet. Song Zicheng was walking in front, and the two quietly held hands behind them.

I haven't seen him for more than ten days. Both of them were a little excited. Yu Tang reached out for Song Xiao's backpack and took the opportunity to kiss Song Xiao on the lips.

Song Xiao blushed immediately. Looking around, everyone was in a hurry. Without paying attention to them, Song Zicheng was still walking in front of him, so he couldn't help but kiss back.

Song Xiao was sent to the car, Yu Tang stood outside smiling and waving, waiting for Sidashu's car to drive away, then returned to his car with no expression: "Go home."

"Master, didn't you come to pick you up?" The driver asked confusedly, walking through a city to the airport, standing for a while and then going back empty-handed. Which one is this singing?

Yu Tang slowly licked his lips: "Come and have a snack."