The place where Lin Miao learned calligraphy is on Bailifang Road, and the straight-line distance from Bailifang Primary School is no more than 200 meters.

It takes less than 10 minutes to get there by tricycle from Seongjo Street, and about 15 minutes to walk.

It stands to reason that in such a short distance, people who don't have a pit in their normal minds will not spend this unjust money, and although Lao Lin doesn't have a pit in his head, the problem is that he doesn't regard himself as an ordinary person now.

So if he has the opportunity to spend money to buy time, he will never save those few dollars.

According to this rhythm, Lin Miao suddenly felt that what she said last night was wrong......

Because even if his family really bought that kind of big apartment of 300 square meters in the future, Jiang Ping might only spend three or four hours a day shopping, and theoretically speaking, she can talk for at least 8 hours a day.

Because of—

At that time, Lao Lin will definitely ask the part-time workers to clean at home, and Jiang Ping is definitely willing to clean with the part-time workers throughout the whole process!

This is by no means a joke! Because Comrade Jiang Ping, who is also keen on cleaning and picking and choosing on other people's cleaning work, pointing fingers, finding faults, and even sneering, is such a person in his bones!

When Lin Miao sat on the tricycle and went to the calligraphy class, she could even imagine how many cleaning aunts would have fancy tearing battles with Jiang Ping in the future, and how many housekeeping service centers Jiang Ping would be blacklisted because of this, until she finally found an aunt with a masochistic physique, and since then she has become a special cleaning ......

"Hmm...... Otherwise, it's better to buy a smaller house, if four people live, a three-bedroom and a 150-square-meter house is more than enough, and when I get married in the future, Xiaoxiao marries, Lao Lin and my mother live together, it will be more spacious...... "Now Lin Miao, who only has a total of 18 yuan and 6 cents in his pocket, is inexplicably very entangled in whether to buy a medium or large apartment."

A few minutes later, the tricycle stopped in front of a super invincible and broken small house on Bailifang Road.

The door to the house was wide open, even the wooden window, which was long overdue.

The house is very small, 15 square meters, and when you stand on the side of the road and look into the house, you can see the whole house at a glance.

It's hard to imagine that this place is a calligraphy classroom.

But in fact, not only here, but also the middle-aged man who opened the class, is also the vice chairman of the Dongou City Calligraphy Association, in the Dongou City calligraphy industry in the nineties, the fame is so great, almost equivalent to the four heavenly kings in the Hong Kong and Taiwan entertainment circles, equivalent to the East Evil and West Poison to the Legend of the Condor Heroes, equivalent to the Central Plains five hundred to the Internet literature circle, in short, as long as you are a calligraphy lover in Dongou City, there is no reason not to have heard of this big guy.

When Lin Guorong picked Lin Miao off the tricycle, the balding middle-aged calligraphy master who called himself "COSCO" was instructing a teenager in the house to write.

There are a lot of children learning calligraphy in the house, and there are only six small long tables in the big house, but there are almost a dozen or so people, and the tuition fee of 500 yuan for half a year obviously can't stop the enthusiasm of ordinary parents who are very concerned about their children's education.

As soon as the three of them walked into the classroom, COSCO looked up and saw Lao Lin coming, and immediately threw the child aside, quickly put down the brush, got up, held Lao Lin's hand at the narrow classroom door, and shouted extremely enthusiastically: "Director Lin, distinguished guests! I thought you were talking to me casually, why did you really bring the child?"

Zhongyuan glanced at Lin Miao and Li Xiao, found that Lin Miao's left hand was wrapped in exaggerated gauze, and asked with a smile: "Both of them belong to your family?

"Yes, it's all mine. Lao Lin said, "My son was naughty yesterday and accidentally scratched, and he will be fine in a few days." ”

"Oh, I see that the package is so tight, what's the matter, it's okay!" COSCO said with a smile, glanced at Li Xiao again, and exclaimed, "Blessed, I can only give birth to one of you big leaders." ”

Lao Lin accepted the word "big leader" in its entirety, but did not explain Li Xiao's life experience.

He smiled faintly, took a step inside, and entered the house.

A group of children in the house and two grandmothers who came with the children all looked at Lao Lin curiously, and the grandmother of one child asked curiously, "Teacher COSCO, these two are your new apprentices?"

COSCO introduced in a very exaggerated tone: "Grandma Binbin, it's a great guest today, this is Mr. Lin Guorong, a great writer! "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard" was written by him, you see his child, he is only 7 years old this year, he is in the sixth grade, and he won the first prize in the city's Olympiad competition. Obviously, I heard Lin Guorong say that he wanted to send his children to learn calligraphy, and he specifically learned about Lin Miao's situation.

This world is the mutual achievement of famous teachers and apprentices, and when COSCO talked about Lin Miao, his eyebrows flew and danced, and he was very proud.

When the grandmother of the two children heard this, she was immediately surprised not to, and the polite grandmother looked like she had never seen the world, and sighed: "Ouch, yo, I went to the sixth grade of primary school at the age of 7, isn't this a prodigy...... Son, can you teach us how you learned?"

Lin Miao smiled slightly: "This can't be taught, it mainly depends on talent." ”

Grandma Binbin was blocked back at once.

COSCO laughed and flattered Lao Lin and said: "He is worthy of being the son of Director Lin, and he speaks differently from other people's children." It's simple and clear, it's neat, and it can be great in the future!"

Lao Lin smiled, and said secretly in his heart: Isn't this nonsense?

After a while, COSCO took two sets of cheap brushes and ink for Lin Miao and Li Xiao from a small storage room at most one and a half square meters at the back of the room, as well as two Miao Hongben that they learned from the word "one".

Lao Lin originally didn't plan to let Li Xiao study with him, but since he had come, he naturally paid the tuition together very simply, and gave a thousand yuan to COSCO.

This calligrapher, who wrote for people about hundreds of yuan per word in these years, accepted the money very unceremoniously.

Lin Miao and Li Xiao's class officially began.

Lao Lin poured ink for Lin Miao, who was immobile, and then stood behind the two children to watch them paint red.

Although Lin Miao has never been in contact with a brush, he has a strong calligraphy foundation, and after getting used to the brush's method of moving the brush, it is not too easy to do this kind of thing, Li Xiao can't compare, he is only in the first grade of primary school, and he hasn't recognized a few words, so he is naturally crooked when he writes it.

Lao Lin and COSCO stood behind the two children with great interest and watched, COSCO nodded frequently, and praised sincerely: "Director Lin, your son is very talented in calligraphy." ”

Lao Lin came to say: "Hard pen calligraphy, writing is no worse than me." ”

COSCO glanced at Lao Lin, and felt a little contempt in his heart - no matter what Lao Lin's calligraphy level was, standing in front of him, a professional who made a living by writing, it was still not worth mentioning.

But out of the routine of being a man, COSCO still held Lao Lin and said: "Is Director Lin also interested in calligraphy?"

Lin Miao, who was painting red, knew that he had to give Lao Lin a chance to pretend to be forced at this time, and immediately said: "Dad, the opportunity is rare, write a few words and ask Teacher COSCO for advice." ”

COSCO's smile stiffened slightly, feeling a little unhappy, and turned his head to look at Lao Lin.

I don't want Lao Lin to even have the least modesty of nonsense, he is extremely refreshing, and he directly agreed: "Okay! Then write two!"

The corners of COSCO's mouth twitched visibly.

Lao Lin had already walked to COSCO's desk, so familiar that he directly spread out a knife of rice paper on the table, grabbed the large screen pen, and didn't even need to brew it, just pick up the pen and write down the best big characters in Lishu.

Successful.

This time, not only is there no mistake in the word "just", but more importantly, the spirit and spirit in this word are in line with Lao Lin's current state of life. The stroke in the character is not something that ordinary people who engage in calligraphy can show.

The word Lao Lin is really written with confidence and charm.

COSCO stood beside Lao Lin and watched him finish writing one stroke at a time.

The grandmothers of the two children also gathered around to watch.

When Lao Lin put down his pen, the classroom immediately sounded with the admiration of two parents.

"Ouch, this word is well written, it's not worse than Mr. COSCO......"

"A writer is a writer, a literate person can really do anything well, that comrade, where are you the director?"

COSCO listened to the words of the two parents, and his face was slightly ugly. He has put away his contempt for "calligraphy lovers" and replaced them with extreme dissatisfaction with "fellow practitioners".

Do you really understand the rules of the rivers and lakes, are you here to kick the gym?