When Chang Yuncheng got out of the car, Mr. Cao was watching the guard pasting couplets with his hands behind his back.
"Why are you back so late even after the Chinese New Year?" he asked, a little unhappy.
Cao Wenjun held on to the car door and retched for a while.
"It's too late and I'm still empty-handed," he said.
"There's nothing good here." Chang Yuncheng said.
Cao Wenjun rolled his eyes.
"In your eyes, do you think there are no good things in this world?" He said, "I saw that your wife brought a lot of tea to her parents' house."
"Those are also called tea?" Chang Yuncheng frowned and said, "She didn't listen when I told her."
Mr. Cao laughed.
"It's good to come. It's good to come." He said, waving with a bit of pride, "Look, this is the couplet I asked everyone to write. I got it with great difficulty. I am the only one on the whole mountain.
Got it, how's it going?"
Chang Yuncheng raised his head to read the words.
Cao Wenjun pouted at the side.
"Hey, I said you left my grandpa's door open and went to some stupid county. You don't have many other skills. Do you know all the words?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Chang Yuncheng ignored him and finished reading the words.
"Not good," he said.
"Well, everyone's calligraphy is well recognized. What did you say?" Mr. Cao said, almost choking.
"Absolutely." Chang Yuncheng said, after looking at the word, he stopped looking at it.
This kind of skill can barely be used as a teacher in other people's homes, but if it is not enough in their homes, Dingxihou will be the first to look down on him.
"Are you feeling well?" Chang Yuncheng started to talk about other topics.
Mr. Cao stretched out his hand to hold him.
"Don't, don't interrupt," he said, "Why is it bad?"
"Grandpa, listen to him, what did he say that was good?" Cao Wenjun said with a sneer. "If someone is not good, why don't you write one to see?"
Chang Yuncheng glanced at him.
"My writing is not good either," he said.
"Look, look, you are self-aware..." Cao Wenjun said with a snort.
"But it's better than his." Chang Yuncheng continued.
Cao Wenjun choked on his saliva.
The door to the study room was pushed open by Cao Wenjun, dragging Chang Yuncheng in.
Mr. Cao followed slowly.
This is his study room. Because he loves to practice calligraphy, pens, inks, papers and inkstones are all prepared.
"Write, write, come, come. Guan Gong, come and show us a big sword." Cao Wenjun said, pushing Chang Yuncheng to the table.
Chang Yuncheng smiled.
"Come on, come on, write. It's okay. I don't know any words. Ask me. I'll tell you." Cao Wenjun said again.
Chang Yuncheng glared at him and held his sleeves with one hand out of habit. He stretched out his hand and realized that he didn't need to hold his sleeves now.
Yes, everything is different.
He was stunned for a moment, then picked up the pen.
This rough pen, ink, paper and inkstone...
This is still the life lived by people with high status here.
Look at what they eat, drink, use and wear...
How pitiful.
An expert would know if it was there as soon as he made a move, and Mr. Cao's eyes lit up.
Here Chang Yuncheng looked at the paper for a moment. He picked up the pen and wrote a line of words, then put down the pen.
"Let me see," Cao Wenjun said with a snort. Before he even raised his feet, Mr. Cao pulled him aside.
"You understand, go ahead." Mr. Cao said. He stood in front of the desk and looked at a few words on the white paper.
Cao Wenjun stopped talking when he saw Mr. Cao standing over.
Is it too ugly to comment on?
Of course it was up to him to relieve Grandpa from this embarrassment.
He stretched out his head and looked.
"Polygonum... I stole the mugwort..." he read.
Mr. Cao raised his hand and slapped him.
"Get out of here, you're in disgrace." He shouted with a glare.
Cao Wenjun covered his head and stood away with an aggrieved look.
What, those words are weird...
Mr. Cao read it again and sighed.
"Okay, okay." He said, nodding to Chang Yuncheng.
He said two more words in a row, but had nothing else to say.
"Not good." Chang Yuncheng still said, lowering his head to read the words on the paper.
Compared with his father's handwriting, his handwriting is very bad
At home, compared to his brothers and sisters, his handwriting is also the worst...
It was so bad that his father didn't even bother to touch him when he was a child.
It's the New Year...
Chang Yuncheng coughed lightly.
"Old sir, I won't disturb you anymore and I'll leave first," he said.
Those who are visiting elders really don’t treat themselves as outsiders.
Cao Wenjun stared.
Mr. Cao looked at him and nodded.
"Go ahead." He said with a gentle expression.
Chang Yuncheng bowed his head, saluted and walked away.
"Yuncheng." Mr. Cao called him again, "I'm bringing my children here to play in the first month. An old man like me loves children the most. It's the most comforting and happiest thing to see that you have children and the blood is passed down."
It’s something.”
Chang Yuncheng turned around and smiled at Mr. Cao.
"Okay." He said, his mood obviously improved a lot, he lowered his head to thank me again, turned around and left.
What are you talking about in a blabbering manner?
Cao Wenjun pouted at the side, but when he saw Mr. Cao, he still lowered his head to read.
"Grandpa, what is written here?" he asked boldly.
"It's bullshit to ask you to read more books but you don't even want to go to university and do postgraduate research!" Mr. Cao shouted with a glare.
Cao Wenjun looked depressed. Look, he is the most unlucky one.
He turned around and slipped away.
But what exactly are the words written in it?
Cao Wenjun returned to the room and turned on the computer. It didn't matter if he didn't recognize the words behind it. With the computer in hand, I have the world!
He typed the first two words with a snap.
A line of text popped up on the computer.
"The Book of Songs." He muttered and curled his lips, "It's so easy to pull."
While watching, Mr. Cao's shout came from downstairs.
Cao Wenjun hurriedly went downstairs.
"Take off the couplet." Mr. Cao shouted to the guard.
Cao Wenjun staggered and stopped in surprise.
"Grandpa?" he shouted.
This is a couplet that was so easy to get, so why...
"Go and call Yuncheng and ask him to write a couplet for me." Mr. Cao said again.
Cao Wenjun almost fell down the stairs.
What a joke!
The first month is the busiest and busiest time.
In a high-end private room of the Yanjing Hotel, Cao Wenjun was impatient and restless.
"Is anyone here yet?"
"Call me again"
"Go and invite the master yourself"
Four or five fat and thin men, old and young, kept talking next to them.
"Oh, don't come up with random ideas." Cao Wenjun said, interrupting their chaotic quarrel, "This guy will definitely come as long as he says he will come. If you make a phone call again, he will not come if you annoy him!"
"Master has a very bad temper," said a thin man.
"Nonsense, you can't be a master unless you have a good temper." A fat man said, touching the huge gold ring on his hand, "Young Master Cao, when the time comes, you will have to say something nice. I will get a piece of calligraphy no matter what.
Even if it’s just one word, it doesn’t matter how much it costs.”
This statement immediately caused dissatisfaction among others.
"Fat Huang, you think you are the only one who is rich."
"Move aside, I obviously made an appointment with Mr. Cao first..."
"Master Cao, I'm the most anxious. My old man's birthday is coming up. Because the sign hanging in your grandfather's house has been without food or water for several days, you have to get one for me no matter what. Brother, I will
All my days depend on your word!"
The room suddenly became noisy again.
It was at this moment that the door was pushed open, followed by several anxious waiters.
"Mr. Cao, this man said he was looking for you..." they shouted uneasily, while looking at the man standing by the door.
A very handsome man, but his image at this time is a bit weird.
The room also became quiet, and everyone looked towards the door. They were also stunned for a moment.
A tall man stood at the door, wearing a simple suit, with a child on his arm and a mommy bag in his hand.
The child was wrapped in a bright red cloak. At this time, he took off his hood because of the heating in the hotel, revealing his sculpted face. He was looking at everyone curiously, with one finger in his mouth and drooling all over the place.
"Yuncheng, you're finally here!" Cao Wenjun shouted, "Hurry up, I'm waiting for you."
This is, the master...
Not only did the people in the room not come to their senses, but they were even more stunned.
The man walked in with the child in his arms, and the first thing that sounded in the room was the babbling child's voice.
"Why are you looking for me?" Chang Yuncheng said, sitting down and skillfully pulling the child's fingers out of his mouth. He took out a square towel from the mother's bag and wiped the child's mouth.
"Write, write." Cao Wenjun stared at him, or rather at the child, in a daze, so much so that he even forgot to say polite words.
Everyone else in the room also came to their senses and gathered around.
"Mr. Chang, your calligraphy is really famous. I wonder if I can ask for a calligraphy treasure." Someone said hurriedly.
Before the others had time to speak, the child in Chang Yuncheng's arms shouted out of nowhere.
This is a girl, less than a week old, unable to speak, babbling and waving her hands.
"What do you want?" Chang Yuncheng looked at the child and asked, pointing to the things on the table in front of him, "This? This?"
Finally, he picked up a spoon and gave it to the child.
The child grinned happily.
Chang Yuncheng also smiled, and then looked at the person who had just spoken.
"What do you want?" he asked.
The corners of the mouths of those present twitched...
"That's right, Chang Yuncheng, everyone wants to ask you for a word." Cao Wenjun said, looking at the child in Chang Yuncheng's arms, "Is this your daughter?"
Chang Yuncheng hummed, and when he talked about his daughter, a smile appeared on his face. He changed his daughter's hand and sat on the other leg, while taking off the child's cloak.
"Uh, Qi Yue isn't at home?" Cao Wenjun couldn't help but asked in a low voice.
"At home." Chang Yuncheng said.
"Then why are you bringing your children out?" Cao Wenjun said.
"Can you take care of it?" Chang Yuncheng looked at him and said.
I really couldn't care less, Cao Wenjun raised his hands and surrendered.
"You want me to write? Why?" Chang Yuncheng asked.
"Because your calligraphy is good." Cao Wenjun said angrily.
Chang Yuncheng smiled.
"How good is it for you?" he asked in a low voice.
Cao Wenjun blushed when asked.
If these people find him and ask for words, then he will naturally benefit a lot...
And this benefit can also derive more benefits.
If he wanted to say anything else, Chang Yuncheng stood up.
"Okay, where to write?" he asked, looking at the people in front of him.
Unexpectedly, the master was so easy to talk to. Everyone was very happy and pointed at the table that had been prepared.
Chang Yuncheng took two steps, remembered something, and handed the child to Cao Wenjun.
"Hold it," he said.
Cao Wenjun took the child in a daze.
The girl suddenly left her father's arms. She was not afraid, but looked at Cao Wenjun curiously.
Commander Cao Wen was so old and it was his first time to hold a child. He was immediately at a loss and his whole body stiffened. He looked at the child with big eyes and small eyes, and then squeezed out a smile.
"Baby," he said tremblingly.
The child grinned, took out his delicious hand from his mouth, grabbed Cao Wenjun's face, and said something babbling.
Cao Wenjun grinned.
Oh my god...
Can you throw her away...
It's too dirty...
Drool...
My clothes...
Don't touch my clothes...
A child's cry echoed in the house.
"Chang Yuncheng, Chang Yuncheng, she's crying, she's crying!" Cao Wenjun raised the child with stiff hands and shouted, with a horrified look on his face.
"If you cry, just comfort me," said Chang Yuncheng, who was writing.
How to coax?
Cao Wenjun stared at the crying child and almost cried.
The other men in the room also gathered around, in order to avoid affecting the master's writing. This sounds strange to say. This is the first time I have seen the master raising a child... But no matter, it cannot affect the master's writing. This is related to their future.
So everyone came to comfort the children one after another, but none of these people had ever taken care of children before, and they had various ideas for a while.
"Sing a song, little darling..."
"Oh my god, fat man, stop singing, you're scaring me to death..."
When everything calmed down, Cao Wenjun slumped down on the sofa and looked at the man over there who was neatly changing the child's diaper.
"I said, are you taking care of your children in Nanyun these days?" he asked.
"Yes." Chang Yuncheng said, put on the child's clothes, took out the bottle, shook it, dropped it on the back of his hand, and handed it to the child with satisfaction.
The girl happily drank from the bottle.
"No way!" Cao Wenjun shouted, "Can you be a bit promising?"
Chang Yuncheng stood up, holding the child in one hand and carrying the bag, and looked at him.
"If you don't even know how to take care of children, what's your future?" he said, and then strode out.
Cao Wenjun was sitting on the sofa and had not recovered yet.
Your sister, whether she can take care of children or not, has anything to do with whether she is successful or not!
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Originally, I was going to write about ancient times, but as long as I write about those people in ancient times, I will inevitably feel sad and make everyone sad for so long, so let's write a modern side story to have fun.
I will write about ancient times tomorrow... (To be continued...) (To be continued)