"I'm so panicked, and I'm not afraid of being laughed at." Su Wenlong saw his grandson falling down in front of the guest and scolded him.

"There is water on the ground..." Su Dai pointed at the water stains on the stone steps with a grievance and said, "Why didn't Auntie clean up the place..."

"Not blaming Auntie." Su Wenlong said, "It was me who was watering this phoenix tree just now. When I heard you talking at the door, I didn't have time to clean it up... Get up quickly, what does it look like?"

“…”

Su Wenlong shook his head gently and said to Ao Ye: "Those who study science are those who are well-minded and simple in their limbs. They can tell those stinky, long, obscure and difficult formulas that they open their mouths. Let them water flowers and cut trees, etc., and he can water my buds and cut off the branches... What is Ao Ye learning?"

"Science." Ao Ye said.

“…”

Mr. Su Wenlong shook his head repeatedly and said, "Not like it or not, you don't have the dull and clumsy spirit of studying science, but you are more like a literate person with poetry, tea, essays, wine, books, and pastries. It's fresh and pleasant, and romantic. This is not comparable to Su Dai. He is just a nerd full of chemical raw materials."

"Grandpa..." Su Dai was really anxious and said, "Ao Ye is still a student of the School of Science and Technology, and I am the School of Science and Technology..."

You said in front of a student that I was not as good as him, where did I put my face? I will go to teach them in the future. How can I be embarrassed to stand on the podium?

"Oh." Mr. Su Wenlong thought of an extremely important thing, and took Ao Ye's hand and said, "Mr. Ao Ye, did you just say that I would forget my previous brushwork and learn cursive script with you?"

"Yes." Ao Ye said. "Su... I used to write regular script mainly?"

"Don't call me Mr. Su, I can't afford it, I can't afford it." Su Wenlong refused and even called out that he didn't dare to be it.

"Then... Xiao Su?"

“…” Su Dai.

I wanted to fight Ao Ye for another second.

"Just call me Wenlong." Su Wenlong is so old that he is still a little uncomfortable being called "Xiao Su" by a young man. He always feels that this picture is too weird...

Although Ao Ye is indeed much older than him, there is no problem calling him a little little little little Cube Su.

"Okay, Wenlong." Ao Ye didn't care what he called him. He didn't like to take advantage of others unless others wanted to take advantage of him first. "I see that the calligraphy you gave to someone last time had some attainments in regular script. In the past, we mainly worked hard on it, right?"

"Yes." Su Wenlong nodded and said, "Mainly engaged in Kai, write about Xingxing and Li. Let's go to the study... and talk while drinking tea. Su Dai, why are you still standing there? Go and make tea quickly. Take out the two liang of big red robes I have hidden. Take out all of them, and take them back to Mr. Ao Ye in a while..."

"No need." Ao Ye refused.

"What? Mr. Ao Ye doesn't drink tea?" Su Wenlong asked in confusion. Since ancient times, poetry, books, tea and wine have not been separated. Generally, those who like to write poetry like to drink tea and wine. Ao Ye's handwriting is so beautiful that he should be someone who likes to drink tea.

"My Dahongpao is 200 kilograms." Ao Ye said.

"My grandfather is the big red sack of the mother tree..." Su Dai thought Ao Ye didn't know the preciousness of these two big red sacks, so he regarded it as the big red sack that could be seen everywhere on the market. "There are only a few old trees, and the annual output value is less than 200 kilograms."

"You didn't find it." Ao Ye said. "My Dahongpao is also an old tree... older than the mother trees you mentioned."

Ao Ye knew that he was talking about Dahongpao, which grew in Jiulongke, Wuyi Mountain. There were three and six mother trees, and it has a history of more than 360 years. But they didn’t think about why there was a Jiulongke in Wuyi Mountain? How many mother trees Dahongpao happened to grow on Jiulongke?

That was just Ao Ye leading the Dragon Clan team to Wuyi Mountain for a vacation. Uncle Da knew that Ao Ye liked to drink tea, so he brought a few small saplings over... Unexpectedly, some small buds became the legendary mother tree?

Mortals, you really know nothing about the power of the dragon clan.

Su Dai curled his lips and said, "It is understandable that we can't find tea farmers and tea merchants all over the world can't find them?"

"They really can't find it." Ao Ye said. "The big red robes we drank were collected from the sky of the Tianshan Mountains, the horns of the sea, the tides of the tides, and how could tea farmers and tea merchants find it? They didn't know that there were such places in the world."

“…”

Su Dai is willing to accept the disadvantage.

When it comes to bragging, he is far from a match for Ao Ye. What's more serious is that when he says these words, he is really outrageous.

The sky of the Tianshan Mountains, the horns of the capes, the tides of the tides... Listen to it, this is the name that serious people would give? This is the place where normal people would go?

Su Dai couldn't help but feel a little curious. When he said these words, wouldn't he really laugh? Or would he feel a strong sense of shame in his heart?

He looked at it again and again, and Ao Ye really had no sense of shame at all!

His eyes seemed to be saying to you: You, a fool who has never seen the world, should not talk to me.

"Okay, OK, since Mr. Ao Ye has tea at home, I will continue to hide this little tea and enjoy it..." Mr. Su Wenlong saw that Ao Ye and his grandson Su Dai had a disagreement and wanted to fight. He quickly smoothed out the situation in the middle and said, "Let's still talk about words, words..."

"The shape is square and the strokes are straight, so you can be used as a model. The biggest feature of regular script is that one horizontal and one vertical, both into the code. Every stroke and one stroke have rules. This is the most straight and straight brushwork. You are coordinating the most regular writing, so every word you write... is like you, in a regular manner."

"Mr. Ao Ye, please save me." Su Wenlong shouted for help urgently. Saving the word is like saving someone. No, for him, saving his word is more important than saving his life.

He lived for this writing throughout his life.

"So, I want you to forget the regular script and learn cursive script. Just be free and fast, and make quick changes, destroy the layout. Use cursive script to destroy the rules you set for yourself before. When you learn the essence of "elegance" cursive script, your words will be saved."

"Of course, the writing process will also be affected by previous rules and writing styles. It depends on whether you can overcome difficulties, whether you have the determination and resilience..."

"I have it." Su Wenlong gritted his teeth and said, "If you learn cursive script, which sage should I copy the post of which sage?"

"I'm here." Ao Ye said.

"..." Su Wenlong.

“…” Su Dai.

Ao Ye saw that there was paved rice paper in Su Wenlong's study, and then he picked up his pen and dipped it in ink, and planned it intentionally. He instantly rushed to the clouds and shocked the dragon, and was shaking wildly, and he completed it in one go.

After writing, throw the pen into the ink cartridge and wash your hands directly with the basin next to it.

Su Wenlong looked carefully and said, "Is this Wang Youjun's "Preface to the Lanting Collection"? "Preface to the Lanting Collection" is the world's number one running script and has been admired by calligraphers of all dynasties. Whose brushwork is this cursive script... again?"

"Wang Youjun's own." Ao Ye said. "The "Preface to the Lanting Collection" was very successful, and Wang Yishao was in the limelight. I advised him to write it in cursive script again. Yishao drank two pots of wine, got drunk, and then splashed ink, and wrote this cursive script..."

"..." Su Wenlong.

“…” Su Dai.

Su Dai wanted to curl his lips again.

I thought about it, forget it, I won’t leave it.

"In the article "Mosou", Yi Shao was rated as the best grade for regular script, running and cursive script. His cursive script is also a masterpiece." Ao Ye looked at Su Wenlong and said seriously. "Yi Shao's cursive script is deeply rooted in the essence of the four words "elegant and romantic". It is most suitable to copy his characters."

Su Dai looked at Ao Ye and said sarcastically: "Since you are so familiar with Wang Yishao, how many ranks have you been awarded?"

"I didn't get the product."

"Your handwriting is so well-written, why didn't you enter the ninth grade?"

"I'm low-key." Ao Ye waved his hand, and looked at the indifferent and casual look of seeing through life, death, glory and defeat in the world, and said: "I don't care about these false names."

I am a dragon, am I proud?

“…”

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After two weeks of military training, the school finally kindly gave students a day off. Most students choose to go out shopping, shop, or take a look at this fresh coastal city.

Ao Ye and Ao Miaomiao chose to go home to accompany the lonely Uncle Da, and also brought the changed clothes back and handed them to Uncle Da. This is what local students are doing, and they are no exception...

The most extreme low-key thing is to integrate yourself into the crowd.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of Guanhaitai villa. Ao Ye had just swiped his card to pay, but he had not heard the successful payment sound of "Dingdang". The taxi was already running with black smoke.

Ao Ye didn't care about this and dragged a suitcase toward the community.

Ao Miaomiao held a lollipop in her mouth, reached out and touched the top of her head, then picked a peach blossom and said, "Brother Ao Ye, there are peach blossoms."

"You've read it wrong, you've read it wrong." Ao Ye said. If you don't plant peach trees in the community, there will be no peach blossoms in this season.

"But, it's obviously a peach blossom." Ao Miaomiao said.
Chapter completed!