I opened the door and walked in. The study room was not big. The first thing that caught my eye was a slightly hunched back. The old man's hair was half gray and half white, and he was busy writing.
After Luo Yu knew that Li Yulin, his mentor, had a hobby of calligraphy and painting, he always unconsciously compared him with Xia's father-in-law.
My father-in-law's study is more than twice as big as this room, and there are several full bookcases, and there are also many contemporary and modern masters' calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls.
The instructor's room had nothing but pen, ink, paper and inkstone and a square table.
Seeing that the instructor was still writing, Li Yulin did not dare to disturb him, so he led Luo Yu to stand quietly behind the instructor to watch.
Luo Yu stretched his neck and looked at the rice paper.
"Min Liang said: The late emperor's business was not halfway through, but the middle way collapsed..."
"It turned out to be "The Memorial to the Emperor". Luo Yu's eyes were circling, not knowing what he was thinking.
The two of them didn't say anything at all. After waiting for about seven or eight minutes, Ma Yuan finally finished writing the words "Now you should stay away, crying and not knowing what to say."
"Here you." Ma Yuan put down his brush and turned around and smiled slightly at Luo Yu and Li Yulin.
Luo Yu only saw this old man from Taishan Beidou in the field of Chinese computers.
The development of computers started late in China and has only become popular in recent years. Although it has developed very quickly, it still has a certain gap with the level of developed countries in the world.
As a senior who went abroad in his early years and resolutely returned to China to serve his motherland after his studies, Luo Yu naturally received twelve points of respect.
Compared with Mr. Ma, some countries invest in their public funding to study abroad, but after graduation, they give up their nationality in their motherland and join foreign countries. The ungrateful wolves who work hard for foreigners are simply bed bugs.
In Luo Yu's words, the way those bedbugs are to "pick up the bowl and eat, put down the bowl and curse".
This kind of scum is not worthy of living in the world at all. Luo Yu once said that he would never tolerate such people, and the result of being unable to endure is cruelty.
Either tolerate or cruel, this is also the usual principle of Luo Daguan.
"Teacher." Li Yulin bowed respectfully and introduced, "This is Luo Yu I mentioned to you."
Then he introduced Luo Yu: "This is my mentor, Mr. Ma Yuanma, who is the absolute authority in the field of computers in China."
"Haha, when people are old, don't say whether they are authoritative or not, they are just an old bone." Ma Yuan smiled and waved his hand, making a call, "Look at how I just finished writing my words.
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The ink traces were not dry, and there was still a faint fragrance of ink floating in the air in the room.
Luo Yu glanced at the thick ink stick and said in his heart that the old man was really interested.
"good."
"very good."
Luo Yu and Li Yulin applauded almost at the same time.
Ma Yuan smiled slightly, but was a little disappointed with Luo Yu and Li Yulin's performance, only saying that these two were just to please him.
Li Yulin has no research on calligraphy and painting, and after saying that a good boy is indeed exhausted, he is indeed exhausted.
But Luo Yu touched his chin and continued to look at the "Memorial of Departure".
Zhuge Liang's "Memorial to the Emperor" during the Three Kingdoms period was copied by countless people in later generations, and the most famous one was General Yue Fei.
When Yue Fei broke the Jin army and wanted to attack Huanglong, he wrote "The Memorial to the Army" to express his loyalty to serve the country.
Mr. Ma chose to write this when he came. Could it be that it also has some special meaning?
Luo Yu was asked by his grandfather to write calligraphy since he was a child, so it was considered a bit of research, so he now took a closer look at it.
Ma Yuan originally wanted to guide the topic to the purpose of inviting him this time, but seeing Luo Yu's concentration, the mood that had already calmed down had a glimmer of hope, so he asked Luo Yu: "Is there anything wrong?"
"I have a life in troubled times, and I don't seek to be heard from the princes." Luo Yu waved his hand confidently and pointed at these words, "I looked at the words that expressed the meaning of disappearance, but I felt unwilling to accept it.
The meaning is hidden in it.”
"Do you really think so?" Ma Yuan suddenly looked at Luo Yu with some excitement.
Li Yulin looked at his hunger mentor with a little strange. The mentor always looked serious in his impression, but this excited expression was rare.
Luo Yu has been living in this large dyeing vat in society all year round, and his ability to observe words and expressions is not much compared to some old people. Judging from Ma Yuan’s appearance, it seems that he is not wrong, so he continues to talk about it according to his own ideas.
"Since he received the order, he was worried and sighed, and he was afraid that his entrustment would not work." Luo Yu frowned and pointed to the line of flying dragons and phoenixes on the rice paper. "There seems to be some minor movements between the following sentence in the name of hurting the late emperor.
It seemed that the master suddenly delayed something when he was writing, and then came back to continue writing, and it was better to go to the north to the Central Plains later."
"Yes." Ma Yuan stared at Luo Yu nodded. When he wrote this sentence, he did put down his pen and asked his wife Li Yulin if she had arrived. When he continued, he could no longer find the previous feeling. The feeling was brewing again afterwards.
It's out.
"Then what do you feel like from this example?" Ma Yuan looked at Luo Yu meaningfully.
Seeing the mentor's expression, Li Yulin was sweating. Judging from this posture, the mentor was deliberately taking the boss exam today. Whether he can succeed depends on the boss's words. However, from the previous progress, the boss did not guess the mentor's thoughts wrong.
"Mr. Zhuge wrote "The Memorial of the Trial in the Three Kingdoms", and Marshal Yue of the Southern Song Dynasty wrote it." Luo Yu turned around and sniffed, looking at Mr. Ma Yuan with a burning look, "I saw eight words from the old man."
Li Yulin's fists clenched tightly because of tension.
"Which eight?" Ma Yuan was very interested and picked up the teacup.
"The old horse is in the stable and has a thousand miles of ambition." Luo Yu paused word by word.
"Bang", the tea cup in Ma Yuan's hand fell to the ground, and the tea brewed from Longjing was spread all over the floor, and the fragrance was filled with fragrance...
In the afternoon, most majors usually have no classes after three o'clock, so the basketball court and football field have become a place for college students to vent their extra energy.
Some freshmen in the playground were playing football happily, and suddenly dozens of people came in from the entrance of the court.
I don't know who kicked the ball on the court and rolled towards dozens of people here.
"Oh, handsome guy, please borrow a kick." The person on the court shouted.
"We've got this game." A student with hedgehog-shaped hair stepped on the ball and smiled. "We're going to have a football game here."
"Who are you? We came first, so the venue is ours, so why should I give it to you?" The number of people on my side was no less than the other party, so the freshmen on the court slowly headed towards the group at the entrance