Ye Shuang only knew that it would be difficult to get along today, but she did not expect that it would be so difficult.
She had no idea how cruel she could be against her new uncle-in-law's parents-in-law, but Fang Mo, who had been mentally prepared for it, actually heard Grandma Luo say something like a natural understatement after Ye Shuang finished her words: "Then Xiaoye, please come and write a few, I heard from Xiaofeng that you are excellent at calligraphy and painting."
"!!!"
That little bastard actually said that? !
Ye Shuang burst into tears instantly. She has loved her brother for so many years, but this stupid teammate decisively cheated her without explaining.
Grandma, please let me go! We are all a family, why are we in such a hurry...
A smile almost escaped from Fang Mo's throat, but fortunately before speaking out, he put his fist to his lips and coughed softly before suppressing it - it wasn't that he was unkind, it was mainly because of the sudden change on the face of his friend, who was so beautiful and beautiful. The cheating expression that appeared was so funny.
That little face was so shocked that he looked as if he had just been struck by lightning.
Grandma Luo was also a little uncomfortable with Ye Shuang's aggrieved look. It seemed that her granddaughter Shuang Shuang had loved to act like a spoiled brat since she was a child... Oh, it seemed that although the music, chess, calligraphy and painting were blown out, this person was different from her. It's really close...
After thinking about it like this, Grandma Luo didn't deliberately make things difficult. She thought that just tapping and tapping would be enough, so her tone also slowed down: "It's okay, Xiaoye, just write two words. It just so happens that the boss of the Provincial Calligraphy Association The seniors are here too, asking them to give you pointers?!"
Grandma Luo is quite kind. In fact, she mainly thinks that since Xiaodi Ye dares to boast such a great thing, then even if this new uncle is not a real celebrity, at least he can still write passable calligraphy.
After hearing this, Fang Mo glanced aside, and sure enough he saw a few familiar old men standing not far away. It seemed that he had not been noticed just now in the inner room, and he didn't know why they were all gathered here today.
And this "grandma" is really stunning. In just a short time, she can connect with someone who is not familiar with her? !
I can also ask for some advice... It seems that people become mature as they age, and it is no joke.
Fang Mo's thoughts were lost in emotion, and he naturally missed Ye Shuang's weak look asking for help.
A bunch of old men were twitching their beards and looking at them with smiles, and they were forced to stand on the shopkeeper's desk. There was also Grandma Luo standing next to her with eager eyes. Ye Shuang pinched the brush and felt the need to urinate instantly...
"Look at how well you hold the pen." The grandfathers nearby were still joking with Grandma Luo, pointing at Ye Shuang as if pointing out the country: "How many years has this junior at my old girl's family been practicing? How can I calm down these days? I don’t have many children, they are all things from our ancestors, and we definitely hope to pass them on from generation to generation... Don’t worry, we will definitely give this child some guidance when we come back.”
Ye Shuang is in Lushan Waterfall Khan. Of course, this posture is good. Her physical coordination is super good now. She can imitate 80% to 90% of any action after seeing it once. Of course, this is also due to genetic optimization... The problem is that in the alien's packaged memory She also doesn’t have the skill of calligraphy. No matter how good her physical coordination is, it’s useless. She can’t hold on to the earth’s indigenous culture!
I don’t know if the printed ones count. If the old men don’t mind it, she might as well take the copybook and scan it outside and get one copy for each person. It only costs one yuan... Wait, scan? !
Ye Shuang's eyes lit up as he started to think wildly after being stared at, and he finally found a way out.
The old men nearby were a little suspicious when they saw Ye Shuangguang standing and posing. Suddenly they found that the child's eyes were alive, so they calmed down again and waited for Ye Shuangguang to write with a smile.
Ye Shuang, on the other hand, calmed down and turned his attention to the copybook. His brain was running at high speed and he began to analyze the paper size, font layout, proportion...
When Fang Mo came back to his senses, he also noticed the embarrassment on Ye Shuang's face. He originally wanted to think of a way to save his friend, but before he could speak, Ye Shuang had already started writing.
The ink is splashed and dripping... so weird!
As soon as Ye Shuang started writing, almost everyone present felt awkward.
This awkwardness does not mean that the words written by her pen are not beautiful. In fact, the words written by Ye Shuang are simply beautiful. At first glance, they look exactly like the copybook with Lanting's preface "Six and Seven Successful Powers". Take a closer look. Going up... it's exactly the same.
The main awkwardness lies in Ye Shuang's expression when writing. She doesn't have the wildness of a literati, nor the meticulousness of everyone's scholars. She looks like she is conducting a scientific research work, with all her concentration, even because she is too focused. And frowned slightly...
The old men looked at each other in confusion, and were a little dumbfounded after seeing this subtle difference.
Those who engage in art are all perceptual types. To put it simply, it is the difference between liberal arts students and science students... If you write calligraphy, it is like doing a physics experiment. What kind of statement is this? !
Ye Shuang didn't notice the entanglement of the others. She was still following the composition scanned and drawn in her mind, carefully copying the entire copybook onto the paper under her hand, stroke by stroke.
After finally waiting for her to stop writing, she wiped her sweat and put the brush down, then raised her head and smiled: "Okay, please give me some advice."
"..." What does it mean? ! Correct printing? !
Fang Mo was speechless for a moment. (To be continued)