Chapter 46 Calligraphy
It was a quiet year in his grandfather hometown. Song Xiao stayed in his Song grandfather's house and went to find his grandfather in the afternoon.
The old man Gu is a well-known writer in this small town. His books are all related to country history, and his family's historical records are placed in two major areas. Song Xiao eagerly rummaged through the bookcases. There was a small cupboard on which all the books published by his grandfather were published.
"Age of the Emperor Military Rule"
"Age of Ten Kingdoms Riots "
"Jing Hong Sheng Shi 《Jing Hong Golden Age》", this world famous trilogy is very famous, the first two have been made into a TV series, the latter because the old man Gu is not willing to cut the storyline of the male lovers it has not been able to made into TV drama.
Not seen all year round, Song Xiao did not know how to communicate, Old man Gu has a bad temperament, Song Xiao is not a person who would take the initiative to speak. Thus, it became a silent time every afternoon, the old man will write and painted on the side, and Song Xiao read the book silently.
"Old Man Gu, good New Year." The President of the Local Cultural Association came to see the old man with a few apprentices.
This Association President is someone surnamed Jiang, is a calligraphy and painting enthusiastic, when the primary election for presidency was passed, the crowd actually want to put the old man, after all, his artistic status is higher, but he refused, so it had to fall on this master Jiang.
"The New Year is definitely good." The grandfather kept writing without raising his head.
President Jiang felt that his face was not good, he couldn't help but see what he was writing, after he couldn't help but snort.
"Well....I say..... Old Gu, when I say you should change it for the TV Series, I didn't say if you change it like this....I meant you should change it and delete those places where gays and lesbians love is shown, and only then I will allow the filming your Jing Hong Sheng Shi 《Jing Hong Golden Age》."
President Jiang spoke, while he handed in the New Year's Day gift.
"History is like this, if I delete then I should delete everything! Want to make me change the work into pure praise, I would rather go to the streets to sell calligraphy characters." Old Man Gu blows his beard and glanced at a group of young people behind Jiang Chang.
"You know, you're too stubborn," said Jiang Chang as he pulled the three young men behind him, "Ooh by the way....I did not introduce you, this is my new collection of a few disciples, they're very savvy."
Three young men who looked like they were in their twenties, and it is said that they have learned calligraphy and painting for many years and have come to admire him.
"Come on and show off your stuff to Teacher Gu." President Jiang was very interested. He is always keen to show off his disciples in front of the old man. Because the old man is too picky, he has not received a decent apprentice.
One of the young people with a good appearance came out and took out a word he wrote and brushed it. "This is a word written by a younger generation. Please also comment on it from the old people perspective."
It was a big character, only written above. The words "authentic" and "forbearance" were used in the form of a horizontal body, and the overall style was rough.
The old man took a look and blinked. He saw this picture. Someone sent it to him before. However, he was mainly a book-maker. Calligraphy is not a specialty, nor does he understand Cao school and he directly retrest backs from it.The young man is very persistent and he prefers to say one or two or three words. He admitted that he was studying calligraphy from the age of three, and he kept his body in perfect condition. Why did the old man not like him for a disciple?
The old man frowned. This word he feels is not well written, but Cao is a partial martial arts school. He doesn't know much and he doesn't speak much. When he is in silence, he suddenly hears Song Xiao who had paused from reading a book.
"These two words, there is no strength between them." Song Xiao looked up and said casually.
"What did you say?" The young man turned his head and when he saw that it was a little child, and he was not happy. "The sloping stroke is such a rough madness with softness. You don't know how to say it."
Song Xiao put down his book. He walked over, looked at the two words carefully, walked to the desk, picked the root brush, dipped in ink, and swayed on the rolled rice paper. Soon, an exquisitely larger word appeared on the paper.
Wo Cao was a general's book written during the founding of Da Yu Empire. The General had disagreed with his Wo Cao writing studies which his father forced him to practice.
"The essence of writing Wo Cao lies in a word of "competition". It cannot be soft in the slightest. In your word, you have less of the strength than a Cao's man fighting with the heavens and the land. Rather, he would rather bend without bending." Song Xiao took a point and walked straight back.
The young man suddenly blushed and looked shocked at the big letters written by Song Xiao. The Old Grandfather on the side was even more shocked. When did his grandson learn calligraphy?
"This is..." President Jiang watched Song Xiao in surprise, and it was hard to believe that such a small age boy would be able to write such word.
"This is my grandson," said the grandfather, speaking proudly and quite proud banging his chest. Then he waved his hand impatiently. "You'll go away quickly if it's okay. You are not welcomed for dinner."
President Jiang drew back the mouth.... The apprentice, who came in with his head high in the chest, went back gloomyly with his head down.
The grandfather turned his head and looked at Song Xiao: "Hey, your word..."
Song Xiao's heart creaked. This reminded him that this body previous owner has never learned calligraphy. Modern people generally do not understand this ancient art of calligraphy, and suddenly a small one teenager suddenly wrote a good word, how can one explain this? He still did not expect to answer him. He saw the old man happily picking up the pair of words: "If such a good character is actually written by my grandson, hahaha, no, it must be done, if word of this is spread through the calligraphy society. The guys will say that you must become the president of the company....Haha!"
Then, the grandfather took the word out with him and left the dumb Song Xiao standing there.
Song Xiao's calligraphy was not top-notch when he was a growing up, but in these modern times, he can be considered a master figure. According to the grandfather, if he does not study well later, he can support himself by selling calligraphy words.
Selling words and paintings is what the lonely scholars did back then. Song Xiao still insisted on studying calligraphy for the imperial examinations. He did not promise the grandfather to join the calligraphy association.
In the twinkling of an eye, the grandparents and grandparents were moving and on the seventh day Song Xiao returned to City A. When he left the airport he saw the distinctive person at a glance.
So Yu Tang put one hand in his trouser pocket and stood in the crowd. When the were few people, he is not obvious. When you have many people around, he is rather visible. The people around him are consciously keeping a step away from him and are isolating from him.
"Hey!" Song Xiao took his suitcase and saw the Emperor waiting down....he could not help calling him with a shout. When he called out, Song Xiao felt a bit rude and peeked at his father.
Song Zicheng also saw him and was surprised: "He is the one coming to pick you up?"
As a well-connected student, there is nothing wrong with Yu Tang picking up a friend from the airport without a parent, but him and Song Xiao, the child also came to pick him up alone.... It's a bit strange. Isn't the Young Master so busy?
Yu Tang walked slowly and greeted Song Zicheng " I came to pick him up"
Song Zicheng knew it he couldn't refuse because his son face had suddenly become brighter.
Si Da Shu's car was not far away. He followed them two steps and claimed that the aircraft he had picked had not yet landed. Song Zicheng walked in front of them and the two quietly hand in hand walked behind.
For more than ten days they did not see each other and were a little excited. Yu Tang reached for the shoulder bag on his back and took a chance to kiss Song Xiao on his lips.
Song Xiao suddenly blushed and looked around. Everyone was in a hurry and didn't pay attention to them. Song Zicheng still walked in the front and Song Xiao couldn't resist returning the kiss.
Song Xiao was sent to the car and Yu Tang stood outside and smiled and waved his hand. Waiting for the driver's car to drive away, Yu Tang blank face returned to his car with no expression: "Go home."
"Master, are you not here to pick up someone from the plane?" the driver asked in confusion, he drove the young man from A city to the airport, he went standing for a while and returning empty-handed. What was this madness?
Yu Tang slowly licked lips: "Come on lets go for a snack"
The author has something to say: The little theater:
" Wo Cao writing on a piece of paper"
Military teacher: General, what type of font are you using?
General: Fuck(Wo cao) ah! I am also a military commander who has to be forced to practice calligraphy. Who can write this!
Military Division: The originally writer is from Wo Cao.
Later generations: You wrote Wo Cao, you are supposed to be somewhat a resemblance of the General Cao portrait!
General:...
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