For an old man in his twilight, Chen Hao is not so stingy, he just feels as if he is in Lin Wei's way, he brought himself here not to see his grandfather's collection of antique calligraphy and paintings, but to give his grandfather to write the copyright.

In this world, writing is copyrighted.

A poem, if the producer is still alive, then it's okay to write and paint, but if it wants to be circulated, it can only be done with the consent of the producer.

With Chen Hao's consent, the old man seemed to be a lot more excited, and said a few hellos.

Lin Wei was also so excited, he admired his grandfather since he was a child, and now his favorite poem is from his grandfather's hands, he is naturally happy.

"Brother Hao, thank you very much, you can ignore the past suspicions!"

I have to say that Lin Wei is definitely much different now than a few months ago, because of Chen Hao's poem, which completely subverted his values, and from then on, he also stopped writing poems after the graduation party, he felt that no matter what he thought, he couldn't think of a poem that was even one ten-thousandth better than "Will Enter the Wine".

The old man finally let go of Chen Hao's hand and sat down on the recliner in the courtyard!

"Xiaowei, what are you doing here? ”

Lin Wei reacted and hurriedly went to make tea.

The old man smiled, after getting Chen Hao's authorization, his body seemed to be much better in an instant.

"Master, my grandson was brought up by me, so the degree of fascination with these poems is also influenced by me, and even surpasses mine, don't be surprised. ”

Chen Hao didn't speak, just shook his head, the old man was a master, and Chen Hao was very uncomfortable.

"Uncle, you still call me Xiao Chen or Xiao Hao, this master, I am embarrassed. ”

"Hey, since you can string such good verses, you have to get used to being called that, don't worry, I'm definitely not the only one who calls you master. The old man paused: "It doesn't matter at this age, you have such knowledge, I heard Xiaowei say that you can export into poetry, and you can write epic poems like "Will Enter the Wine" on any subject, what is not a master?"

"Now, there are not many young people who can export poems, counting you, we will not have more than ten in the country, and you are the master among these ten people. ”

"With my years of experience, and what network is so developed now, just with this poem, it is enough to make you peach and plum all over the world. ”

"It's better to do this, I'll make a question, how about you make a song, master?"

Forehead!

Chen Hao listened to it for a long time, and finally understood, the old man said so much, what he really wanted to say was actually the last sentence.

I don't know if he doesn't believe that he can export poetry, or if he just wants to see a new poem of his own.

At this time, Lin Wei also made tea and came out with a plate.

Chen Hao took a sip of tea, thought for a while, and said to the old man: "Okay, old man, please speak." ”

The old man clapped his palms, excited again, and then said, "Let's find a random topic for the things in our yard." ”

Chen Hao looked around, this place, this scene, what kind of poems, he didn't even need to think about it.

Washing the inkstone pond, there is a tree on the side of the plate, although it has not bloomed yet, but Chen Hao knows that this plum blossom is very beautiful.

Chen Hao pointed to the tree and asked, "Old man, will that tree bloom?"

Before the old man could speak, Lin Wei hurriedly said: "Of course, it's a plum blossom, the literati and ink writers like to plant it the most, and this one is still grafted and cultivated, it blooms every year, not to mention how beautiful it looks when it blooms." ”

Chen Hao thought for a moment and said, "There is, Lin Wei, do you have a pen and paper?"

"Brother Hao, your question is a bit redundant, there is a lack of everything in this place, the only thing that is not lacking is calligraphy, paper, pen and ink. Lin Wei said, turned around and went to get it, and by the way, he also moved a table out, put it in the yard, and spread white paper.

When everything was ready, Lin Wei polished the ink, then dipped it in the brush and handed it to Chen Hao.

The old man stood up, looked at what Chen Hao was observing, and paused: "A moon season!"

Before he could figure out what Chen Hao was going to write, Chen Hao had already begun to write: "Old man, what I write with this brush is really ordinary, don't laugh." ”

The old man smiled: "Naturally not." ”

That's good, Chen Hao started writing!

The pen moved, and the first sentence was written on the blank paper.

"My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks. ”

Lin Wei read what Chen Hao wrote, and then looked at the plum blossom tree, as if it was now full of flowers.

Chen Hao continues to write!

"Don't let people praise the good color, just leave the air full of dryness!"

After Chen Hao finished writing, he continued to write the title of the book - "Momei".

In just a few words, Lin Wei didn't feel anything for a while, but he was so excited that the old man couldn't do it.

"Okay, that's a good point, don't let people praise the good color, just leave a clear breath and be full of goodness, well said. ”

Lin Wei glanced at his grandfather's appearance, and then looked at Chen Hao.

The old man picked up the paper with trembling hands, looked at it for a long time, and then said: "It seems that our poems are successors, master, these works of yours will be like those great poets, and they will be famous for a hundred years." ”

"Xiaowei, it's okay for you to write modern poems, but this ancient poem is too bad for you, learn from other masters. ”

The old man said, and with Chen Hao's consent, he took a new piece of paper and wrote it again.

I have to say that this poem is different from the calligraphy written by everyone, in such a comparison, Chen Hao's writing is like a ghost painting.

There is no comparison, what I wrote is called 'writing', and what the old man wrote is 'calligraphy', it seems that this brush has to take time to practice, otherwise it is really embarrassing.

After the old man finished writing, before the ink dried, he picked it up and admired it again.

"Seeing the master's new work again, I'm really a little excited today, Xiaowei, go to Xuanyuan Building to book a table of banquets, and entertain the master. ”

Lin Wei nodded: "Okay!"

Chen Hao looked at this old man, but he was much more energetic than when he came just now, he didn't look like he was sick at all, and he really looked too excited.

The old man read it over and over again, without saying a word, and I don't know if he was appreciating his calligraphy or the poem, and when he looked at it, he actually cried.

The old man wiped his tears, Chen Hao saw it for the first time in his life.

Lin Wei hurriedly helped him and asked, "Grandpa, are you okay?"

The old man wiped a handful of tears again, and smiled reluctantly: "It's okay, I'm fine, I'm just too excited, looking at this poem, I feel it, if you haven't experienced it, you shouldn't be able to figure it out." ”