The next morning, Wen Xinya went to Mo's house excitedly.
Mr. Mo was practicing calligraphy in the study, his brush was moving freely and openly, with a majestic momentum, and he could control it freely: "Girls should be chaste, calm and steady. No matter how many times I tell you, you are still so impetuous."
Wen Xinya quietly stuck out her tongue at her grandfather, and withdrew her foot that was about to rush into the study. Then, she pretended to be gentle and chaste, and knocked on the door twice: "Grandpa, can I come in?"
Without even looking up, Mr. Mo said, "Come in!"
Wen Xinya secretly made a face at her grandfather and then went into the study.
The study is filled with the faint scent of ink. The fragrance emitted by real good ink is not the pungent smell of printing ink, but the elegant and settled ink flavor with a heavy fragrance that can easily make people addicted.
Wen Xinya subconsciously lightened her footsteps and quietly walked to the desk. Grandpa was writing in Yan style cursive script. Every stroke was lively and energetic, with majestic brushstrokes and unconventional gestures, like flowing seal script, and it was completed in one breath. Wen Xinya was in awe.
My grandfather's calligraphy has reached a certain level.
After a while, the majestic aura of Mr. Mo was restrained, and he picked up the brush. A powerful and majestic cursive script appeared on the paper. Looking closely, the ink was thick and dry, with many changes, which was very natural.
Wen Xinya praised repeatedly: "I didn't expect that grandpa's cursive writing is more profound!"
Mr. Mo put down the brush in his hand, with a look of nostalgia on his face: "When I was young, I didn't like regular script, but preferred this wild and sloppy cursive script. Your great-grandfather often chased me around the garden with a bamboo stick."
That was when I learned the cursive script. I always felt a sense of exhilaration when writing it. After I finished writing, I would sweat all over and feel relaxed all over.
Wen Xinya laughed and said, "Don't be frivolous, just be young!"
In Wen Xinya's eyes, grandpa Guanghua was introverted and introspective, a gentleman with the tolerance of the sea, his manners were calm and measured, he was self-assured and had a strong character. She thought that he had such a temperament since childhood, but she didn't expect that grandpa was also a frivolous person when he was young.
Mr. Mo patted her head gently and said, "Little girl, you are making up stories about your grandfather."
Wen Xinya giggled, pulled Grandpa's sleeve and said, "Grandpa, since you don't like regular script, how did you learn to write regular script at your own level now?"
Mentioning this, Mr. Mo started laughing. "Your great-grandfather really couldn't control me, so he just left me alone. Later, one time, your great-grandfather took me to visit a friend. A group of teenagers gathered together and competed in calligraphy. I was proud of my cursive writing, but my cursive writing was wild and unrestrained, and it looked messy. How many people could recognize it? Most people couldn't even recognize a few characters, and in the end they laughed at my scribbles."
At this point, a smile appeared on his face.
Wen Xinya covered her stomach and almost laughed out her tears: "Grandpa, I didn't expect you to be so embarrassed at the beginning. What happened after the consequences?"
Mr. Mo laughed and said, "Later, when a normal person loses face, they would probably think about how to get it back."
Wen Xinya laughed so hard that she choked. She probably understood that her grandfather had embarrassed himself in public. With his proud and arrogant personality, he could not stand such a shock, so he would definitely work hard on practicing regular script next.
She felt that this matter must be related to her great-grandfather, who was a wonderful man.
Seeing her laughing happily, Mr. Mo naturally lost his dignity, his expression straightened, and he said in a calm voice: "Girls should smile in a restrained manner. It's not decent to smile frivolously like this."
In fact, Grandpa Mo did not require Xinya to be a gentle and quiet lady from a noble family. It was just that ever since Xinya and Si Yiyan started hanging out together, he had a deep feeling that his granddaughter was being led astray by Si Yiyan, so he became a little picky about Xinya.
Wen Xinya quickly stopped smiling, but her slightly twisted face revealed her happy mood at the moment.
Seeing her like this, Mr. Mo didn't want to say anything more and asked about yesterday's Qianjin Banquet.
Wen Xinya told her grandfather everything that happened at the Qianjin Banquet yesterday, and finally said proudly: "Grandpa, I lived up to your expectations. With my talent in four arts, I won the first prize at the Qianjin Banquet. Shouldn't you reward me?"
At this moment, Wen Xinya was like someone who had gotten full marks in an exam, or like a child showing off to her parents and asking for candy. Her pride was overflowing from her face. Although she didn't care about fame, she felt very happy that she could make her grandfather happy and thus receive his reward, and that she did not bring disgrace upon his name.
Mr. Mo said calmly, "You are so proud of being the champion of a banquet for a thousand gold coins. What did I teach you? To be open-minded and carefree, not to be surprised by praise or criticism, to be modest and self-reflective, and not to be arrogant. Have you learned all that?"
Xinya started from a high point, but had a weak foundation. He taught her music, chess, calligraphy and painting, not purely to teach her talents. Music trains the mind, chess trains the intelligence, calligraphy trains the nature, and painting trains the interest. She learned well, but she lacked the sedimentation of the mind, intelligence, nature and interest, and seemed frivolous and impetuous. Only when what she learned is absorbed into her bones can she be able to control herself.
Wen Xinya's smug look suddenly cooled down, as if a basin of cold water was poured over her head: "Grandpa, I understand."
The expression on Mr. Mo's face relaxed: "Remember to put away your frivolity and impetuousness, and consolidate what you have learned."
Wen Xinya nodded, blinked at her grandfather, and revived on the spot: "Grandpa, at the Qianjin Banquet yesterday, the owner of Boyaxuan asked me about your health in public, and also mentioned grandma. Do you have any friendship with her?"
Wen Xinya felt that the owner of Boyaxuan was hostile to her. He was also dismissive when she mentioned her grandmother. He must have some grudges with the Mo family. She couldn't help but imagine that Jingcheng Qingcheng and Shu fell in love with her grandfather at the same time, but her grandfather and grandmother were in love with each other, and the owner of Boyaxuan had a grudge because of love...
Mr. Mo didn't know what she was imagining. If he knew, he would definitely teach her a lesson: "It's not that they are friends, but there has always been a conflict between her and your grandmother."
Wen Xinya's eyes lit up immediately, and she looked curious and curious: "What's so dirty?"
She felt that she had discovered the truth.
Mr. Mo glanced at her and asked, "Why are you asking this?"
Mr. Mo felt that these were all unimportant matters.
Wen Xinya quickly smiled and said, "The owner of Boyaxuan is hostile to me. We are both in the capital, so I can't let someone keep an eye on me for no reason!"
This is a good reason. Wen Xinya quietly gave herself 32 likes.
Old Master Mo said, "Back then, your grandmother and the owner of Boyaxuan were both known as the "two most beautiful beauties in the capital." Although they were both known as such, there was a difference in reputation, so naturally there was comparison and competition, and it was only natural that there would be conflicts between them."
Wen Xinya felt that the truth of the matter must be more than that. Her eyes rolled around and there was excitement and gossip in her eyes. She felt that she had discovered some incredible secret.