The Chinese New Year in my hometown is very peaceful. Song Xiao goes to see his grandfather’s house every morning and in the afternoon.

Old Man Qu is a famous writer in this small town. The books he wrote are related to history, and there are two large rooms of historical materials in his home. Song Xiao was rummaging on the bookcase with great enthusiasm. There was a small cabinet with books published by his grandfather.

, This trilogy of all kinds of worlds is very famous. The first two have been made into TV series, and the latter one has not been made because Old Man Qu is unwilling to delete and modify the plot.

I haven't seen each other for many years, and the grandfather and grandson don't know how to communicate. Grandpa Qu has a stubborn temper and Song Xiao is not a person who can speak on his own initiative. So every afternoon, Old Man Qu writes and draws while Song Xiao reads silently.

"Mr. Qu, it's a happy New Year." The president of the local cultural association brought several apprentices to visit Mr. Qu. The president of the association was Jiang. He was a calligraphy and painting person. When he first chose the president, everyone actually wanted Mr. Qu to be the one. After all, he had a higher status, but he refused and fell on Master Jiang.

"Happy New Year." Grandpa continued to write without raising his head.

President Jiang felt that his face was a bit bad, so he grinned his teeth and looked over to see what he wrote. When he saw that it turned out to be four big words "Jing Hong Shengshi", he couldn't help but curl his lips.

"I said Lao Song, it's not that I told you that I would change it, just change it. I deleted those gay love places and only photographed your Jinghong prosperous era, how great it would be." President Jiang said while handing over the New Year gifts in his hand.

"This is how history is, what to delete! Let me change my work to a pure praise, I would rather go to the street to sell words to live." Old Man Qu blew his beard and glanced at the group of young people behind President Jiang.

"You are just too stubborn," said President Jiang, pulling the three young people behind him, "I didn't introduce you. These are my newly accepted apprentices, and I have a very high understanding."

All three young people are in their twenties. They are said to have studied calligraphy and painting for many years and come to learn from them.

"Come on, show your skills to Teacher Qu." President Jiang was very excited. He was always keen to show off his apprentices in front of Old Man Qu, because Old Man Qu was too picky and had not received a decent apprentice so far.

One of the square-looking young men walked out, took out a pair of words he wrote, and opened them with a brush: "This is a word written by the younger generation, so please comment on Mr. Qu."

It was a big character with only two words "Tao" and "Yen" written on it, using the style of "Water Cao", and the overall style is rough.

Old Man Qu took a look and squinted his eyes. He had seen this character. Someone sent it to him before and wanted to rely on this to become a disciple. But he was mainly a writer. He was not a specialty in calligraphy and did not understand the school of Wo Cao, so he went back directly.

The young man was very persistent and insisted that Mr. Qu talked about one, two, and three. He believed that he was learning calligraphy at the age of three and had mastered his style. Why did this old man look down on him?

Old Man Qu frowned. He thought the word was not well written, but Wo Cao was a very biased sect. He didn't understand it very much and couldn't say much. While he was silent, he suddenly heard Song Xiao reading a book beside him.

"These two words have no character." Song Xiao looked up and said casually.

"What did you say?" The young man turned his head and saw that it was a child, and he was immediately unhappy. "Damn it, it's so rough and soft. Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

Song Xiao put down the book in his hand and walked over, looked carefully at the two words, walked to the desk table, picked a brush, dipped it ink, and sprinkled it on the spread rice paper. Soon, a word "Tao" that was much more exquisite than the one just now appeared on the paper.

The slept Cao style was written by a general in the founding period of the Dayu period. The general did not accept the slept Cao style that his father forced him to practice. He despised it as too soft, so he spread the slept Cao style.

"The essence of lying Cao lies in the word "fight" and cannot be soft at all. In your word, you lack the manly character of General Cao fighting with the sky and the earth. It is better to break than bend." Song Xiao pointed at the straight walk.

The young man suddenly blushed and looked at the big words written by Song Xiao in shock. Grandpa Qu on the side was even more shocked. When did his grandson learn calligraphy?

"This is..." President Jiang looked up and down at Song Xiao in surprise, unable to believe that he could write such words at such a young age.

"This is my grandson," said my grandfather, proudly thrusting his chest, and then waved his hand impatiently, "If it's okay, you can leave quickly, and you won't leave after you finish your meal."

President Jiang twitched the corners of his mouth and walked away in shame with a group of apprentices who were holding their heads and chests.

Then my grandfather turned to look at Song Xiao: "Xiao Xiao, your word..."

Song Xiao's heart skipped a beat, and then he remembered that this body had never learned calligraphy. Modern people generally don't understand it. A young boy suddenly wrote a good word. How should he explain it? Before he could answer, he saw Old Man Qu happily picking up the word: "Such good word was written by my grandson, hahaha, no, this has to be framed. If this word is seen by the old guys from the Calligraphy Association, you will definitely be named the president, haha!"

As he said that, grandpa went out with the words, leaving behind a dazed Song Xiao standing there.

Song Xiao's calligraphy attainments were not outstanding in Dayu, but in modern times, he was a master-level figure. According to his grandfather's meaning, if he did not study well in the future, he could support himself by selling characters.

Selling characters and paintings was done by a down-and-out scholar. Song Xiao still insisted on the imperial examination, but he did not agree to the matter of his grandfather asking him to join the Calligraphy Association.

It was the seventh day of the lunar month. After saying goodbye to my grandfather and grandparents, Song Xiao returned to City A and left the airport. He saw the unique person at a glance among the people who picked him up.

Yu Tang just put one hand in his pocket and stood in the crowd. It was not obvious when there were fewer people, but when there were many people, it could be seen that the people around him consciously kept a step away from him and isolated him.

"Yu Tang!" Song Xiao pulled the suitcase. Seeing His Majesty the Emperor, he couldn't help calling him. When he screamed, he felt a little rude and peeked at his father.

Song Zicheng also saw Yu Tang and was a little surprised: "Is he here to pick you up?" As a classmate with good relationships, it is understandable to pick you up when he was not accompanied by his parents, but it was a bit strange that he and Song Xiao were here to pick you up. The eldest young master of the Yu family is so idle?

Yu Tang walked over slowly and greeted Song Zicheng: "I'll pick someone up."

Song Zicheng knew that this was the one who picked up others. When he met them by chance, the smile on his face suddenly became much brighter.

Si Dashu's car was not far away, and Yu Tang followed them two steps, claiming that the plane he picked up had not landed yet. Song Zicheng was walking in front, and the two were quietly holding hands behind them.

After not seeing each other for more than ten days, both of them were a little excited. Yu Tang reached out to get the backpack on Song Xiao's back and took the opportunity to kiss Song Xiao on the lips.

Song Xiao suddenly blushed and looked around. Everyone was in a hurry and didn't pay attention to them. Song Zicheng was still walking in front of him, so he couldn't help but kiss him.

After sending Song Xiao into the car, Yu Tang stood outside and smiled and waved his hand. When Si Dashu's car drove away, he returned to his car expressionlessly: "Go home."

"Young Master, aren't you here to pick up the plane?" The driver asked in confusion. He came to the airport through the city and stood for a while and then went back empty-handed. Which one of them was singing?

Yu Tang slowly licked his lips: "Come and have some snacks."
Chapter completed!