This is completely an old man in his old age, his face is full of age spots, wrinkles criss-crossed, on his face, he does not feel any majesty, even with his eyes, he does not feel pressure. But Luo Ziling knew that this old man, a cough would make many people frightened, and if he stomped on his weakly powerful feet, the land of Huaxia would tremble a few times.

The old man's words can determine a person's fate and even life and death, and this person is not an ordinary person.

"Hello grandpa, the younger generation came to see you today, I wish you a long life than Nanshan and happiness like the East China Sea. When Luo Ziling saw Ling Mingrui for the first time, he felt a huge pressure, and when he just walked to the door, he also had a feeling of being oppressed, and he knew that this sense of oppression came from Ling Jinhua. But when facing Ling Jinhua directly, this sense of oppression disappeared.

A few polite words of blessing, he said it naturally, and after finishing speaking, he smiled at Ling Jinhua who was lying on the bed.

It was a strange feeling, even the pressure from Ling Mingrui disappeared.

Ling Jinhua originally had his eyes half-closed, but after hearing Luo Ziling's words, his eyes widened, and he looked at Luo Ziling without blinking. After a while, he showed a smile, his eyes moved away from Luo Ziling, and fell on Ling Ruonan's body: "Nan Nan, your son is good." ”

Ling Ruonan, who was originally in her heart, was overjoyed when she heard Ling Jinhua's words, and couldn't help laughing, but she still twisted and humbled herself: "Grandpa has won the award." Ling'er has been growing up in a small mountain village in the northwest, he doesn't know how to be polite, and if he is rude, he asks his grandfather to forgive him, and he also asks his father and third uncle not to care. ”

Ling Qirui and Ling Mingrui didn't say anything, but they took two steps back and gave up the space in front of the bed to Luo Ziling and Ling Ruonan.

Ling Jinhua's eyes fell back on Luo Ziling, he suppressed his smile and asked Luo Ziling very seriously: "Today is the day of my ninetieth birthday, what gift did you bring?"

Luo Ziling hurriedly took out the gift he had prepared from the bag, and explained with a smile that these health medicines were all picked or prepared by himself and his grandfather.

But Ling Jinhua was not satisfied, "Your gift is too cliché." ”

Luo Ziling looked at Ling Jinhua with a shocked expression, and then at Ling Ruonan, who was also surprised, a little unable to react.

Ling Jinhua just smiled, closed his eyes and rested.

Ling Ruonan seemed to understand something, and whispered to Luo Ziling: "Ling'er, why don't you write a subscript for Grandpa Tai, Grandpa Tai likes calligraphy very much." ”

When Luo Ziling heard this, he immediately understood the meaning, and said to Ling Jinhua with a smile: "Grandpa, then I will write a pair of words for you, if you are satisfied, keep it, if you are not satisfied, throw it away in the wastebasket." ”

Ling Jinhua smiled slightly, and did not say anything else.

Luo Ziling breathed a sigh of relief and immediately walked to the desk on the side.

When he entered the door, Luo Ziling saw a large desk in the corner of the room, on which were placed the four treasures of the study, and he also knew that the old lady was a calligraphy lover, otherwise he would not put these things in the room.

Ling Ruonan walked over and took a piece of rice paper for Luo Ziling, laid it out on the table, and personally prepared ink and pens for him.

When the mother and son were about to write, Ling Jinhua didn't say a word, and Ling Mingrui and Ling Qirui didn't say anything.

After Luo Ziling dipped his pen in ink, he thought about it for a while, and began to write quickly.

Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves,

Why don't you groan and walk slowly.

Bamboo cane and mango shoes are lighter than horses,

Who is afraid?

A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.

The spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up,

slightly cold,

The hill is obliquely illuminated but welcomed.

Looking back at the bleak place,

Return

There is neither wind nor rain nor sunshine.

When Luo Ziling had just written two sentences, Ling Mingrui and Ling Qirui, who were originally looking at him casually, showed surprise in their eyes, and walked over and stood beside him to watch.

And Ling Ruonan had been standing by Luo Ziling's side, watching very seriously. After seeing Luo Ziling writing the sentence "Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves" in a very sprinkled attitude, the surprise couldn't help but show on his face.

Luo Ziling's writing posture is very chic, and more importantly, the words he writes are as free and easy as a dragon and a phoenix, giving people a feeling of flowing water.

When watching Luo Ziling write down at a very fast speed, the pride on Ling Ruonan's face became stronger and stronger, and finally he couldn't help but smile.

After Luo Ziling finished writing Su Dongpo's famous work "Fixing the Storm", he inscribed his own words.

After writing, he threw away his pen, took two steps back, and looked at his work with satisfaction.

"Good words," Ling Qirui, who was standing on the side watching, couldn't help but praise: "There is the level of a master." ”

"The words are good," Ling Mingrui also praised, but there were no other words.

"Take it and I'll take a look," Ling Jinhua, who was lying on the bed coughing lightly, said softly after hearing that his son and nephew were all praised after seeing it.

"Yes, Grandpa. ”

"Yes, Grandpa!"

Luo Ziling and Ling Ruonan agreed almost immediately.

The mother and son each carried the two corners of the rice paper, and together they held the words that the ink had not yet dried and walked to the bed.

Ling Mingrui and Ling Qirui took the first step, helped the old man up, and stuffed a pillow behind Ling Jinhua to make him sit up.

After seeing the words written by Luo Ziling, Ling Jinhua's eyes actually lit up, stretched out his slightly trembling hand, motioned for Luo Ziling and Ling Ruonan to get closer, and asked Ling Qirui to bring his reading glasses over.

After putting on reading glasses, Ling Jinhua looked at the words written by Luo Ziling very seriously for a while, and read them softly.

"Good words, good words," after reading it twice, Ling Jinhua couldn't help but smile, "The words are good, they have the style of Wang Youjun." Mr. Dongpo's words are quite suitable to describe your life...... It seems that your grandparents and grandchildren have always been very optimistic. ”

Hearing Ling Jinhua praise Luo Ziling in front of so many people, Ling Ruonan was completely relieved, but she didn't say anything, but glanced at Luo Ziling and let him speak by himself.

Luo Ziling replied without humility or arrogance: "Grandpa, my characters are all taught by my grandfather, my grandfather works in calligraphy, and regular script is also good, I have practiced for so many years, but I am still not as good as my grandfather." My grandfather and I often write this poem, and I like the artistic conception in this poem. ”

"It seems that Old Man Luo is still so crazy," Ling Jinhua smiled and joked, and then asked Luo Ziling: "What kind of italics are you acquisitring?"

Hearing Ling Jinhua ask this, Ling Qirui and Ling Mingrui glanced at each other, and they both saw something strange in each other's eyes.

Ling Ruonan's son seems to be very happy with the old man, otherwise he wouldn't have asked this kind of question as soon as they met.

Although this is a small problem, this kind of small problem can best reflect the preferences of the old man.

Luo Ziling was re-admitted, this is a sure thing.

(End of chapter)