No one laughs.

No one can laugh.

Especially Su Wenlong and Su Dai Grandpa and Grandpa, they almost felt a suffocating embarrassment.

"Dad..." Su Dai squeezed to Su Zhimin and whispered: "It's not what you think..."

Su Dai did not dare to tell Su Zhimin about his master learning. He was afraid that his father would break his legs. Of course, he stopped his grandfather from becoming a master, and his grandfather would break his legs...

Just now, when his father's secretary Li Xiong called to inquire about the situation, he deliberately concealed it.

Telling an outsider his grandfather, a famous calligraphy master in China, made him feel ashamed of doing something like this...

"What's the situation?" Su Zhimin asked in a deep voice.

He has been through the venue for a long time. In the past, whenever he spoke, no matter what joke he said, everyone would laugh.

Today he thought that the sentence was quite funny, both serious and lively, and expressed his wish to let his father accept Ao Ye, the disciple, without being too stiff and suppressing others with power...

As a result, the atmosphere solidified to this.

Especially when he saw several little kids blushing and wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, he knew something bad.

"Grandpa never thought of accepting Ao Ye as a disciple..." Su Dai was thinking about how to say things more tactfully and implicitly so that all three generations of the Su family could get out of the stage.

"You can accept it." When Su Zhimin spoke, his eyes were already looking at his father Su Wenlong. He could not tell the "mind" of accepting Ao Ye in front of so many people, but the priest's eyes that even had a hint of pleading should be able to understand it.

He was worried that his father Su Wenlong was self-deprecating and was unwilling to accept Ao Ye...

"What are you and your father and son talking sneakily?" Su Wenlong felt embarrassed, but when he saw his son and grandson playing hoarseness in front of his old friend, he was speechless. Until now, he couldn't explain anything clearly. He didn't get angry and shouted, "Ao Ye is my husband and my teacher."

"..." Su Zhimin.

"..." Su Dai.

Then the father and son looked at each other, and Su Dai pointed his head at Su Wenlong.

"..." Su Zhimin.

"I am learning cursive script from Mr. Ao Ye... I have also benefited greatly from running script. How could I teach Mr. Ao Ye to write at such a small amount? I don't have to worry about being laughed at when I say it." Old Master Su Wenlong had nothing to hide. At his age, with his status and status, it was easier to throw "face" aside.

Su Zhimin looked at his old man with a deep face, and was speechless for a long time.

They did have a good relationship with Ao Ye, but this relationship was a little bit less than what they imagined.

If he had the opportunity to meet that great leader, could he pat his chest and say proudly, "Ao Ye is his father's husband and is teaching him to write cursive script"?

This world is so cruel!

Su Wenlong knew his son’s thoughts, waved his hand and said impatiently: “Let’s go and do your own business. Let us old guys ask the gentleman for advice… It’s rare to have such an opportunity…”

"Yes, yes, Zhimin is going to do his own business, right? Don't waste time here..."

"Are you a big president? If you have to be busy with so many things every day, you don't have to be by our side..."

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Su Zhimin's face finally calmed down? He glanced at Ao Ye meaningfully. Then he said to Mr. Su Wenlong with a smile: "You are allowed to study, but I am not allowed to learn from it too? Do you always say that good calligraphy is food? It is much more comfortable to see a good calligraphy work than eating a delicacy... I will also eat a delicious meal with you, can you improve the food?"

Seeing that he couldn't drive his son away? Mr. Su Wenlong didn't care? His eyes turned to Ao Ye and said, "Sir, this Mid-Autumn Post is a sensation and vigorous and unrestrained person? Do you want to tell me that writing focuses on momentum and energy, not on traces... Only in this way can we break free from the constraints and produce thousands of atmospheres?"

"No." Ao Ye said: "If you write well, your momentum will naturally come out... Just like me. I don't ask for thousands of atmospheres, but purple air comes from the east."

"..." Su Zhimin felt a slap in the face.

"Sir, this "Mid-Autumn Post" is tactful and flowing with a stroke? It was written in one go, and it is a wonderful thing of "one-stroke writing"...Was Wang Xianzhi's love coming when he wrote this letter at that time? Or did he do it on purpose?"

Ao Ye thought about it and said regretfully: "If you asked earlier? I will ask for you..."

"..." Su Zhimin felt a slap in the face again.

"Mr. Ao Ye, I am also a cursive script? Can you guide one or two?"

"Only think about it or not? No, can it be."

"When I use my pen, I often have the confusion of the words being connected and the momentum being connected..."

"Can you know Huaisu?"

"What I learned was Huaisu..." the old man said excitedly.

Huaisu is an outstanding calligrapher in Chinese history. His cursive script is called "Crazy Cursive". His brushes are round, vigorous and powerful, making them turn like rings, unrestrained and smooth, and they are as famous as Zhang Xu. Later generations were called "Zhang Dian Su Kuang" or "Dian Zhang Zui Su". Later generations had a profound influence. Six imitations of Zhang Xu and four imitations of Huaisu.

He was friends with poets such as Li Bai, Du Fu, and Su Huan, who liked to drink. Whenever drinking rose, he would write it at will, regardless of walls, clothes, or utensils. People at that time called it the "drunk monk".

"You learned the wrong thing." Ao Ye said.

"How can you explain this sir?"

"First imitate Huaisu's words, then imitate his "drunk"." Ao Ye said: "I haven't learned the words well, but I got drunk first... This is a common problem for you to write cursive script."

“……”

The old man's face turned red and white. Didn't this scolding him for running before he learned to leave?

"Mr. Ao Ye..."

Su Zhimin was amazed by the side.

Talented people have to be provided with people everywhere.

If others dared to talk to these old men in such a tone, they would have jumped and cursed... they wouldn't dare to do so.

But Ao Ye just said that and did that.

He is sarcastic and sarcastic. He often makes people blush and cannot come to Taiwan.

However, these old men are very energetic in their studies. Even though they are trampled by Ao Ye's verbal and arrow, they still ask each other with great sincerity...

Because they knew that Ao Ye was talking about their most fatal question, and every answer was "at the same sentence". If you want to dig up the abscess, you need the sharpest knife.

If Ao Ye was silent or had no idea what was going on, how could he feel "pain" with their cultivation and mind?

Su Wenlong couldn't bear to have Ao Ye overworked, so he spoke out to dissuade him and said, "Okay, okay, let's go here first today... If you have any questions in the future, you can ask my husband at any time."

"It's your husband, but it's not our husband?"

"That is, the ancients valued "a word of teacher". What Mr. Ao Ye taught us today is more than just a word of kindness..."

"Sir, please accept my worship..."

“……”

Su Wenlong felt that these old guys were shameless.

Fortunately, I don't want it either.

Su Wenlong looked at Ao Ye and said enthusiastically: "Do you have time tonight? Zhimin invites us old men to dinner at night. We borrow flowers to offer Buddha to invite Mr. to come over and have fun together?"

"Don't go." Ao Ye said.

"Sir, are you worried that we old men will eat too light and not delicious?"

"I'm worried that it's not good-looking." Ao Ye said.

“…”

After finally sending these old men away, Su Zhimin walked to Ao Ye and said with a smile: "Student Ao Ye, can this "Mid-Autumn Post" be given to me?"

Ao Ye looked at Su Zhimin and said lightly: "I am not familiar with you..."

hiss!

The students onlookers were all sucking in the air. What's going on with this big brother? The vice principal likes your calligraphy. It's not a great honor to ask you for calligraphy? How can you say, "I'm not familiar with you?"

What is worth a piece of calligraphy? Wouldn’t it be better to write eighty-eight more pictures?

But, after offending the vice president, do you still want to graduate from Jinghai University?

"..." Su Zhimin was embarrassed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it. He had never been so embarrassed.

"But I'm still willing to give it to you." Ao Ye glanced at Su Zhimin and said out loud. "Because you are the son of my disciple."

“…”

Sure enough, it was even more embarrassing behind.
Chapter completed!