When Wang Ping heard her father criticizing the name of her teahouse, she was happy to accept it. She had only thought about putting together the bookstore in the form of a coffee shop, a flower shop, and a teahouse on the first floor, but forgot that the first floor and the second floor were products of different styles. She asked her father to give her a name, but who knew that her father would not take her at all. After hearing this, she waved her hands and said, "No, no, I can't. I haven't studied for a few years, but I just graduated from high school. Why don't you tell the boss that if he wants to be of high quality and have cultural heritage, why don't you ask those professors in colleges and middle schools to give her a name? First, the name they marry must be better than what we are thinking about, and second, it can also increase the cultural value of this teahouse, right?"

When Wang Ping heard this, she felt that what her father said was reasonable. Wang Jia was honest and self-aware. After Wang Ping found that after she was reborn, she gradually looked down on people of this era in a subtle way. In fact, she didn't look down on people. She just felt that her ideas were more advanced, so she often didn't listen to everyone's opinions. She thought it was good, so she took the lead in making a decision.

But in fact, when you look back, your parents’ experience and knowledge may not be worse than that of themselves. It seems that the smooth sailing over the past year has gradually lost her direction.

Wang Ping couldn't help but be a little alert to her transformation. She was not originally a person with a high IQ, and believing too much in her ability does not seem to be a good thing.

After Wang Ping returned to school, she thought about the people who knew him carefully and could ask him to help him naming them.

It seems that among the people she knows, she has the most cultural background. The one with her writing skills is her Chinese teacher. But is it really good to ask Teacher Su to write an inscription for her teahouse?

It’s not that I dislike Teacher Su is just a Chinese teacher in a middle school. You should know that the Chinese teacher who can make the experimental class of No. 1 Middle School and the leader of the Chinese teaching and research group, the respect he receives in Jiangzhou is definitely higher than that of ordinary university teachers, especially in the homes of children of appropriate age who will soon take the junior high school entrance exams and other exams. The teachers who come from No. 1 Middle School in the city are definitely worshipped.

But Wang Ping was a little worried that the inscription for her class teacher seemed to be flattering and flattering. Moreover, she didn't want too many people to know that she was related to the "Murder Time" located in CBD Square. So she started by being close to her.

Lin Ruo's father seemed to be a university professor, but he had an affair and had a bad character, so he rejected it!

Cao Ze's father is the mayor of Hehai City, with a high position and a powerful position. He came from Jiangzhou City, so he was not the first to ask for a high-ranking official to write an inscription. If he could tell Cao Ze's father to write a store name for his teahouse, then his shop would not be afraid of getting into trouble in the future. He could walk sideways in both the official and the business. However, the fact that he was pulling the tiger's skin and holding the banner was not Wang Ping's personality. Moreover, when he left Cao Ze's relationship, Wang Ping was very cautious every time he had to deal with the descendants of those high-ranking officials. It was okay to get along with each other, but just a normal mind. When she thought of herself, she was not so happy.

The love is a thing. I can’t help but struggle. I ask for it today. I help it tomorrow and I will soon use up my favors. Especially the gap between myself, Cao Ze, Qin Feng and others is very big. Wang Ping has nothing particularly big and doesn’t want to ask them for help. I asked Qin Feng to help me invest in the overseas financial market before, but in fact I also sold him many benefits openly and secretly. If Qin Feng followed him to do something, the profit would definitely make up for the favors she asked Qin Feng for help.

Moreover, it is too high-profile to invite Cao Ze's father, Mayor Cao, to write the inscriptions on such a long way. It may attract the attention of some people. Wang Ping thought about it and finally gave up.

However, when I was finishing my homework in the morning, I saw Yao Yao's beautiful pen writing in my Zhou notebook, which made Wang Ping suddenly remembered that Yao Yao once said that her grandfather's calligraphy was really beautiful. I think his grandfather's calligraphy was so outstanding that he must be a talented person. Wang Ping had a sudden idea. Why would he ask Yao Yao to ask her grandfather to come out to help write a name?

Wang Ping didn't know what Yao Yao's grandfather was, and she didn't even know what his surname was. But in fact, this was better. She didn't ask for the identity and background of the person who wrote the inscriptions, but only wanted a foundation and elegant meaning. After thinking about it, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that this idea was good.

At this moment, Wang Ping was not vague and told Yao Yao directly, without mentioning the four words "murder time". She only said that her father opened a teahouse, but she couldn't think of any good name for a while. Because the teahouse was in the classical Chinese style, neither of them was a talented man or a beautiful woman, and they could not write calligraphy. So after thinking about it, she only knew Yao Yao's calligraphy was the most beautiful, so please don't refuse and do this a big favor.

After hearing Wang Ping's words, Yao Yao subconsciously refused. She was steady and restrained and had always been self-aware. Although her words were excellent in front of these middle school students, she was not worthy of carrying shoes in front of all the national players. If she rashly wrote inscriptions for Wang Ping's teahouse, she would be embarrassed to think about it, let alone take them out to meet people.

Who knew that Wang Ping followed up with another sentence: "Hehe, but didn't you say that your grandfather's name is better? If you could ask your grandfather to come out and think of a name for me, that would be better. Of course, if it's too troublesome, then forget it. I've decided to tell my parents that my deskmate is amazing, so you are not allowed to refuse! Go back and come to my teahouse forever for free!"

When Yao Yao heard Wang Ping mention her grandfather, she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, thinking that if her grandfather was willing to come out to help Wang Ping think of a teahouse name, it would be cheaper to mention a word or something. However... She suddenly thought of her grandfather's identity before retirement, and couldn't help but look at Wang Ping, but when she saw her sincere gaze, she remembered that she had never revealed her grandfather's identity in front of everyone. Even if she was her nominal sister, Yao Feifei, didn't know her grandfather's identity, so she let out a sigh, thought for a while and said slowly: "Well, okay. I can't write it, but I'll call my grandfather on the weekend to see if he is willing to write it. My grandfather has made great achievements in calligraphy and Chinese studies. The name he thinks must be thousands or a hundred times better than I think."

Wang Ping smiled happily when she heard this. She wanted to give Yao Yao a warm hug. Yao Yao usually didn't like to have physical contact with others. She watched Wang Ping rush over and avoided her. Wang Ping knew Yao Yao's personality, but she still couldn't help but tease her, and opened her arms and hugged her forward.

Liu Zixuan, who was doing homework, raised his head when he heard the laughter and happened to see two girls who were usually very quiet and well-behaved laughing and laughing and playing, and couldn't help but hit Fang Hua's elbow at his deskmate: "Hey, look."

Fang Hua, who was busy finishing the homework assigned by the weekend while he was studying in the morning, raised his head when he heard this. He just saw two beautiful girls hugging each other in the morning light and laughing non-stop. The faint sunlight shone on them, applying a thin layer of golden light to them...

"I just realized today that the quality of the girls in our class is also good!" Hearing Liu Zixuan muttering to him from the side, Fang Hua turned his head and looked at his deskmate and frowned slightly, then glanced at his math homework spread on the table, and said lightly: "You have done three questions wrong."

Liu Zixuan was stunned when he heard this. He knew that his deskmate was surprisingly good at thinking and had never missed it. He didn't bother to appreciate the "beautiful scenery" in front of him and hurriedly lowered his head to find out which questions were wrong in the homework in the notebook.

Last time I just did a mistake in one question, and the math teacher pulled me out to do a typical example. I taught it for a long time in class. It was really a shame and humiliation for me as a "class grass". If I really answered three questions wrong this time, the math teacher would never let me go.

He lowered his head and looked at it several times but found no problem. He had to hold Fang Hua and shout for help: "Datemate, dearest deskmate, you must save me!"

Fang Hua raised his head and glanced at him lightly: "You should read the topic several times intently."

Liu Zixuan was swept away by Fang Hua's eyes, and his heart shrank for no reason. It seemed that he glanced at him when his father was angry. But one is that he is the secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee, a father over 40 years old. He has always been very powerful at home, but Fang Hua is just a study committee member of the same size as him? When it comes to official positions, he is not as good as his League Secretary, but this guy doesn't know when he has looked at people, and he seems to naturally carry the aura of a superior, which he can't even learn.

Damn, this kid Fang Hua is so evil!

Didn’t I just look at his wife a few more times?

It’s not okay to praise it!

Liu Zixuan shrank aside and looked at Fang Hua and thought angrily: Tsk, do you think my eyes are blind, and you can't tell that you have a good impression of Wang Ping. Every time another girl comes to you, you have a cold face. Whenever Wang Ping comes to you, she immediately looks like a pug, and she almost wags her tail.

Liu Zixuan looked up at the sky, and shed two lines of tears in his heart. Woooooo, it's so bullying, and his grades are amazing!

A week later, Yao Yao brought a picture of the words to Wang Ping: "This is what my grandfather took for you. He said it's up to you. If you like it, use it. If you don't like it, throw it away."

Wang Ping opened the rice paper that had not been framed, and there was two official script "one leaf" written on it with ink, with neither sign nor seal.

Wang Ping was embarrassed to say that she didn't know the word "ye", but finally, she didn't sit in vain with Yao Yao's deskmate in recent years, and she still knew that this was Lishu.

Since it was given by the elder, I dared not refuse, let alone Wang Ping asked for it herself, so she dared not say anything bad. She thanked Yao Yao again and again, and took it home and asked Wang Jia as soon as she entered the door: "Dad, what's the word? The boss said that since the murder time was not good, the teahouse would be called this name."

When Wang Jia heard this, he took the piece of rice paper that he had written casually. He didn't say how the name was pointed at these two words and exclaimed: "Wang Ping, who did your boss ask for the words you are looking for? It's such a good handwriting!"

Although Wang Jia has a low education and is only at high school, he loves this kind of things very much. Otherwise, when Wang Ping asked him what he wanted to do, he wouldn't say he wanted to open a teahouse. In the past, he had no money or time to learn about calligraphy and paintings, but now as the family's conditions improve, "someone" invested to ask him to manage the teahouse. Wang Jia often went to Panyuan when he was free of charge and read a lot of works that claimed to be masters of calligraphy. He didn't mention him genuine works. In terms of official script alone, these two words were also ranked among the copybooks he had seen.

Wang Ping stuck out her tongue and could only make up: "Is this good word? Who wrote it? The boss didn't say it?"

Wang Jia stared at this character, and seemed to be looking at it all the time, especially liked it: "Okay, of course it's good. My good daughter, Dad taught you that Lishu is about silkworm heads and goose tails, and it has twists and turns. The so-called "Starting silkworm heads" means that in the process of using the brush to hide the tip of the brush, the strokes formed by the starting process are written into a shape similar to the silkworm heads. "Starting the brush and goose tails" means that the brush is pressed at the end of the brush and picked the tips diagonally to the upper right. Look... This... This... This... These are the structures square and evenly distributed, which are the standard silkworm heads and goose tails, and they are twists and turns."

"This official script is well written. Since ancient times, there has been a saying of the official script in Han official script. The official script is used to carve a plaque and hang it on the gate on the second floor to show its broad momentum and unique charm."

Wang Jia said that he remembered Wang Ping had asked him what the word "ye" was, and added: "This is the traditional Chinese character of Ye. You middle school students, you are also from a key middle school, and you don't even recognize the word "the ancestors". One leaf and one page can be understood as one page of books, or can be applied to Buddhist verses, one flower, one world, one leaf and one Bodhi." Wang Jia gently stroked these two Chinese characters in the official script, "These two words are so memorable. Okay, that's really good. It's so much better than the murder time you found before!"

Wang Ping rolled her eyes silently at her father who was focused on these two big words and still praised her. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support are my greatest motivation.)

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