"Okay, okay, whatever you want, girl!"
Yan Xiu waved his hand helplessly.
It's not that he has any opinion on Su Chen, it's just that he has such a temperament, he doesn't stick to trifles, and says what he has.
Nowadays, there are too few talented young people who like calligraphy.
Yun Shuyu has been practicing calligraphy with him for more than a year. She is very talented in calligraphy and has made rapid progress. However, she became obsessed with doing business to make money, just like her father. She built some kind of live broadcast platform. It must be impressive.
Yan Xiu, who was supposed to be an excellent disciple of himself, gave up calligraphy to go into business, which made Yan Xiu feel regretful all the time.
Now that he finally had the opportunity, he naturally wanted to give some pointers to Yun Shuyu, who could be said to be his named disciple.
With Yun Shuyu's kindness, it was really hard for Su Chen to refuse, so he stepped into the stone pavilion and came to the table.
"Su Chen, have you practiced calligraphy before? Do you want me to teach you?" Yun Shuyu asked with a smile.
"No, I've learned brush calligraphy from my dad." Su Chen shook his head with a light smile, and reached out to pick up the brush. Yun Shuyu and Yan Xiu were a little surprised by the standard posture of holding the brush.
In Su Wenshan's spare time, he occasionally writes calligraphy. He is not proficient, but he is not bad among amateurs.
Su Chen did follow him for a few days when he was a child, and in the skills page in his mind, the calligraphy skills are at an intermediate level.
"How about it, Old Yan, I told you that Su Chen is very talented!" Yun Shuyu looked at Yan Xiu with a smile.
"It's just holding a pen. This is the most basic thing that elementary school students can learn." Yan Xiu's expression was slightly stiff, but there was a trace of expectation in his heart.
Even Su Chen, who likes to be picky, couldn't find any flaws in Su Chen's posture of holding the pen.
It can be seen that Su Chen is a person who really understands calligraphy.
Su Chen didn't listen to the exchange between the two, thinking about what to write on his own.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he began to write on the rice paper.
The imposing manner is not as good as Yan Xiu's, but he did not hesitate to write, the pen is calm and powerful, retractable and retractable, the words are like a person, the font is grand and neat, revealing the arrogance that young people should have.
Yan Xiu's hands behind his back trembled slightly, his eyes brightened slightly.
For young people of this age, it is very rare to have this kind of skill, and the key point is that this kid doesn't seem to be a person who specializes in this kind of skill.
In this way, this talent is exaggerated.
During this period of time, Su Chen would read some literary novels or books to entertain himself after he got tired of reading books in the library.
Then one day, his literary skills also broke through to the advanced level.
What he is writing now is a poem that appeared in his mind when his literary skills reached an advanced level.
"Sit with a drink of Lingling water and watch the rustling dust. Wuyou holds a bowl and sends it to tea lovers."
After finishing a poem, Su Chen put away his pen and stood up, looked at his work in front of him, smiled and nodded with satisfaction.
"Huh? This guy writes well!"
"The calligraphy is so well written and full of vigor. I have also practiced calligraphy for several years, and I don't think I can compare to it!"
"The writing is really good, and this poem is also good. All of you here are tea lovers. This poem is very suitable for the occasion, but what kind of poem is it?"
"I really like poetry, but I haven't seen this poem before!"
"..."
Everyone around is talking about it.
"Su Chen, your writing is so good, I never expected that you are also proficient in calligraphy!" Yun Shuyu looked at Su Chen in surprise and praised.
"I'm sorry, it's far worse than you and Master Yan." Su Chen smiled modestly.
"It's true that the writing is a little bit worse." Yan Xiu said suddenly.
Su Chen's smile suddenly froze on his face.
"But the talent is good. How long have you been learning calligraphy?" Yan Xiu asked.
"Well... Strictly speaking, I studied with my dad for half a month when I was a child, and I didn't practice much after that." Su Chen replied with a smile.
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
"Young people, don't brag. How could you have this kind of skill after learning for half a month when you were young?" Yan Xiu frowned slightly, and the little favor he had just had for Su Chen suddenly faded a lot.
Talent is there, but he doesn't like young people who talk big.
Su Chen smiled and didn't explain, he was telling the truth.
This kind of thing is indeed impossible for other people, but who made him a bad guy!
"Su Chen, what kind of poem is this? Who wrote it?" Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was not right, Yun Shuyu asked immediately, trying to change the subject.
"I guess I wrote it!" Su Chen said with a smile.
Since it was a memory that appeared in his mind, it should belong to him.
Nothing wrong!
"You wrote it?" Yun Shuyu widened her beautiful eyes in surprise.
Everyone around looked at Su Chen in disbelief.
"Still bragging, you can die if you don't brag. It's good for young people to have some talent, but they have to be down-to-earth and seek truth from facts..."
Yan Xiu frowned even tighter, and began to preach.
But before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a bluff.
"Damn it, I searched the Internet, but I really didn't find this poem, it was really written by him!" Wang Hai said while holding the phone, looking at Su Chen in shock.
Yan Xiu's words stopped abruptly, his old face flushed slightly, and embarrassment flashed in his eyes.
"I'm not bragging!" Su Chen said seriously.
"Ahem...well, I misunderstood you, this poem is well written, not bad." Yan Xiu coughed twice, nodded his head in praise a little stiffly.
The corners of Su Chen's lips curled into a playful arc.
This old man has no bad intentions, but he is a little too unpleasant.
Now I know how embarrassing it is!
"I don't have to hold a bowl and send it to tea lovers. This poem is well written and written in seconds. I didn't expect my little brother to be so talented at such a young age. It's amazing!" The man surnamed Mu praised him sincerely as he read the poem.
"Old Yan, this poem is very suitable for your teahouse. I think you should frame it and hang it in the teahouse." Yun Shuyu said to Yan Xiu with a smile.
Yan Xiu was a little moved, but he had hurt Su Chen just now, and now asking him to ask for this poem is really too embarrassing for this old face.
"Handsome guy, since Master Shiyan doesn't like it, can you sell me this? I like it very much." Seeing that Yan Xiu was silent, Wang Hai rolled his eyes and said to Su Chen with a bright smile on his face.
He has been in the mall for so many years, he is very discerning and knows how to seize opportunities.
At a young age, Su Chen has such skill in calligraphy, and can write such awesome poems, and he will become a real famous artist after he keeps them intact. Now he spends some money to buy them for collection, and maybe he can make a lot of money.
"You want this? Then take it, you don't need the money, and I'm not a master." Su Chen said casually.
"No, no, I can't take it for nothing. Otherwise, I'll pay 50,000 yuan to buy this. It's ok. You give me an account number, and I'll make money for you." Wang Hai said firmly.
Only if you buy it with money, it will truly belong to him. If it is really worth money in the future, nothing will happen.
"I want this poem, and I'll exchange it with you for a pair of calligraphy."
When Su Chen was about to agree to Wang Hai, Yan Xiu couldn't help but speak.
(end of this chapter)