Xiao Chengru really didn't want Xiao Yao to learn boxing from that old Liu Tou? Of course not. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lao Liu's name is Liu Zhongwen, and he was born in a martial arts family. It belongs to the lineage of Liu Yunqiao, a disciple of the great martial arts master Li Shuwen, and the authentic Bajiquan inheritance. And he himself stepped down from the position of coach of the national wushu team. Although with the development of thermal weapons, martial arts have long been glorious, and even slowly become a performance project, Liu Zhongwen is undoubtedly very expected. can let his grandson learn some skills from him, Xiao Chengru is very happy.

But it's not so easy to get this old man to teach some real skills.

A few years ago, there was a big director from Xiangjiang who was born in Xiangjiang and was internationally renowned who wanted to make a movie about martial arts, and he specially found Liu Zhongwen to collect information. Liu Zhongwen and the big director chatted quite speculatively, but when the big director recommended a popular new generation actor from Baodao who would play the main role in the movie to learn Bajiquan from Liu Zhongwen for a while. Liu Zhongwen didn't give the big director face at all, and he didn't agree to teach casually. After inspecting the man for a month, he didn't say that the actor had to kowtow to his teacher according to the traditional ritual and accept him as an apprentice before he was willing to teach him. Xiao Chengru, who is in the entertainment industry and is also Liu Zhongwen's old buddy, knows this matter very well.

As the saying goes, people are old spirits and ghosts are old spirits. Xiao Chengru deliberately wanted to teach Xiao Yao to play Tai Chi in front of the old guys, in addition to showing off his grandson's cleverness, he also wanted Liu Zhongwen to see if his grandson had the talent to learn martial arts. And the performance of deliberately finding fault and seeming to prevent it is also a kind of change of direction and agitation against Liu Zhongwen's character. And the effect seems to be good. Although he didn't let Liu Zhongwen accept Xiao Yao as an apprentice on the spot, and he didn't take out his most powerful Bajiquan, his set of Shaolin Changquan was not taught to others casually, and the child was still young, and when the child grew up, Liu Zhongwen had been in contact with him for a longer time, and it was not impossible to go further.

Shaolin Changquan has a lot more moves and movements than Taijiquan. Whether in the past life or in this life, Tai Chi is too popular. Although Xiao Yao really hadn't learned Tai Chi before, Xiao Yao had seen several more famous moves such as "Cloud Hand", "Catching the Bird's Tail", "Closing Like a Seal", "Moving Blocks and Hammers" and so on, Xiao Yao has seen many times on TV or in real situations. Xiao Yao's current memory is indeed much stronger than that of ordinary adults, but after all, it has not reached the point of memorization, so it is impossible to memorize all the moves of Shaolin Changquan at one time. However, Xiao Yao's performance was already very good in Liu Zhongwen's opinion, and he was not in a hurry to ask Xiao Yao to memorize all the moves at once. Seeing that the time is not early, he agreed with the ancestors of the Xiao family that he would come here every morning to teach Xiao Yao boxing, and Liu Zhongwen went home happily.

Xiao Chengru and Xiao Yao's grandchildren went home for lunch, and after a short rest, Xiao Yao pestered Xiao Chengru again.

"Grandpa, didn't you promise to teach me calligraphy? Are you free in the afternoon? Why don't we start now?" Xiao Yao pulled Xiao Chengru and said.

"Yo, you still remember. Xiao Chengru said with a smile, "I thought you had Lao Liu Tou to teach you kung fu, so you forgot about my grandfather." ”

"Doesn't that sound like jealousy? Xiao Yao rolled his eyes in his heart, "Could it be that the innocence in the hearts of excellent actors is preserved more?" No wonder the media will say that he is childish when they comment on his father, and it seems that he is also influenced by this grandfather." ”

"How can it?" Xiao Yao shook off the goosebumps in his heart, and coquettishly pulled Xiao Chengru's sleeve and shook it from side to side: "You are my grandfather, how can I forget you." You can teach me. ”

Regarding the present and the future, Xiao Yao has considered it. Reborn in such a family, it seems that his luck is so good that he lives in the technology of reincarnation. Both my grandfather and my father were successful in their respective industries. In terms of Xiao Chengru's age, qualifications, and professional skills, he still has a certain amount of weight in the entertainment industry. Xiao Siqi is a singer, although album sales have been declining, but he still does a good job as a producer. Although Chen Zilin is deceased, her shares in the modeling agency are still there.

Economically, although the family is not very rich, it can also be said to be quite wealthy. In other respects, there seems to be no difficulties or crises for the whole family to face. So for the reborn Xiao Yao, it seems that he just needs to enjoy life. And the essence of enjoying life seems to be just one word: play! But the question is what can a three-year-old body and a thirty-year-old soul do? Lying on the ground and playing with children of the same age in the mud? Those things that adults don't allow in their bodies now.

Since I can't play now, I can only have fun when I grow up. In order to be able to play better when the body grows up, it seems that there is only one thing left to do now. That is: Learning, of course, not academic learning. At the age of thirty, Xiao Yao (Li Hao), who graduated from a prestigious school in his previous life, basically didn't need to learn the cultural knowledge taught in school at least before going to university. This time there was more than ten years of time. Xiao Yao naturally can't spend these times in vain. Xiao Yao decided to use his childhood and adolescence to fully discover and develop his hobbies.

Li Hao, who died studying in his previous life, can't say anything, but there is really no one who can get his hands on it and get on the stage, and Xiao Yao in this life naturally wants to make up for this regret. So when he met Liu Zhongwen, who taught boxing, Xiao Yao was so interested, how could he miss it, his grandfather who had a deep foundation in calligraphy and Chinese painting? Of course, as well as his father Xiao Siqi's skills in music, Xiao Yao would not let go, but he had to wait for him to recover from his injury first. These are the three things that Xiao Yao plans to learn at present, but it is not limited to these three things, if he encounters something interesting in the future, he will also try it.

For the average child, it may feel extremely hard, but for a thirty-year-old soul, this is the only way he can think of to deal with the boring and empty time of the next ten years. What's more, now Xiao Yao also found that his memory was far beyond ordinary people, and it seemed that it would not be as hard as he originally imagined.

"Good, good, teach, teach. Seeing that his grandson was rare and cute, Xiao Chengru didn't tease him anymore, and dragged him to his study in the east wing.

Pushing open the study in the east wing, Xiao Yao only felt a wave of bookish air rushing towards him. Except for the one with doors and windows, two of the other three walls are covered with scrolls of calligraphy or ink paintings. On the remaining side, against the wall, stands a bogu shelf and a bookshelf. The bookshelves were full of books, and in addition to a bunch of jars and jars that Xiao Yao couldn't tell whether they were old or not, the rest of the lattices were all sets of wire-bound books bound by ancient methods. A dark red mahogany bookcase has four treasures in the upper room, and a mahogany Taishi chair of the same color dark red behind the bookcase. There are two mahogany official hat chairs against the east wall, and a small mahogany square table is sandwiched between them, and on the table is a set of purple sand tea sets.

took his grandson into the study, Xiao Chengru said to Xiao Yao: "Bayi, I don't know how many Chinese characters your mother taught you to write your own name. However, at your age, the number of Chinese characters you want to know is limited, so grandpa can't teach you calligraphy from the beginning. To put it bluntly, calligraphy is also writing, but you have to know it before you can write. You have to learn to read first and then learn to write. ”

"Okay!" Xiao Yao nodded, feeling a little helpless, although he was an undergraduate, it was a pity that his body was only more than three years old.

Xiao Chengru asked Xiao Yao to sit down on the chair, turned around and went to the bookshelf to take out a copy of the "Three Character Classic", turned the first page and handed it to Xiao Yao's hand, and said: "Come, follow me: At the beginning of people, nature is good, sex is similar, and Xi is far away..."

Looking at the "Three Character Classic" in his hand, Xiao Yao felt as if he had traveled to the ancient private school lecture hall. I had to smile bitterly in my heart, shake my head and read along.

After reading the first eight sentences, Xiao Chengru stopped and asked Xiao Yao to read the eight sentences himself. Xiao Yao naturally read the twenty-four words word for word. With the foundation of Tai Chi in the morning, Xiao Chengru was not surprised by Xiao Yao's good memory. He took out two brushes, one thick and one thin, from the pen holder, spread out two pieces of white paper, and said while pouring water and ink: "Grandpa will teach you to write these eight sentences first, and I will write a stroke and you will write a stroke." ”

Xiao Yao nodded, picked up the thinner brush, pinched it according to the posture of holding the pen in his memory, and waited with his wrist in hanging.

"Yo, it seems that you still know how to hold a brush. Xiao Chengru, who had studied the ink, wanted to teach Xiao Yao how to hold the pen first, but saw that Xiao Yao's posture of holding the pen was quite standard, and said with a smile.

Then the grandfather and grandson began to write on the blank paper. Xiao Yao had never touched a brush in his previous life, and the only thing he could do in writing was to write horizontally and vertically. Although it is rare for a three-year-old child to be able to write horizontally and vertically, Xiao Chengru, who is quite accomplished in calligraphy and has seen Xiao Yao's performance far beyond that of children of the same age, will definitely not think that this is okay. How to be horizontal, how to vertically, start, trend, finish, a little bit of detailed explanation and demonstration, meticulous.

Fortunately, Xiao Yao's learning ability is not bad, and after writing it more than ten times, he also wrote those twenty-four words with some appearance. I just thought that if I practiced calligraphy like this in the future, a copy of "Three Character Classic" seemed to be enough for him to write for many days.

Xiao Yao's writing took about two hours. Seeing that Xiao Yao began to unconsciously rub his right wrist with his left hand after writing, Xiao Chengru also secretly blamed himself for being careless, he taught too hard, and he didn't pay attention to his grandson's body is only a three-year-old child. Quickly let Xiao Yao stop and rest and relax his wrist.

Xiao Yao obediently stopped his pen and moved his right wrist. However, Xiao Yao was idle, holding his right wrist and moving towards Xiao Chengru's big bookshelf. After roughly browsing the books on the shelves, thinking that he was still a three-year-old child, he should not be able to recognize all the words, so he resisted the urge to take out a copy from it and read it, and turned to Xiao Chengru and said, "Grandpa, tell me a story." ”

Xiao Chengru, who was also resting, was sitting next to the small square table making tea at this time, and was slightly stunned when he heard Xiao Yao's request, turned his head and beckoned to Xiao Yao, beckoning him to come over and sit down and drink tea.

Waiting for Xiao Yao to sit on the official hat chair on the other side of the small square table, Xiao Chengru handed Xiao Yao a cup of warm tea, and said with a smile: "Tell a story? ”

"Who wants to listen to fairy tales," Xiao Yao pursed his lips disdainfully, took a sip of warm tea, and said, "I want to listen to historical stories, the kind my parents don't know." ”

"This grandfather knows a lot about history, and he can tell you about it. But there are too many historical stories, grandpa doesn't know where to start, what kind of historical stories do you want to hear? Xiao Chengru's interest also came, and it was rare for his grandson to be interested in historical stories.

"Let's start with our ancient Chinese dynasties. Xiao Yao tilted his head and thought for a while, then clapped his head and said, "Otherwise, don't tell historical stories, just treat it as a history lesson for me." ”

"Okay. Xiao Chengru said with a smile: "If you want to talk about the history of China, you have to start with the Three Emperors and Five Emperors..."