"Stupid! You're going to be angry with me, so you're willing?"

Zhong Yue sat in the café, listening to Cao Danqing, who couldn't contain his anger on the other end of the phone, and explained, "Teacher, calm down. ”

"Calm down? You make your own decision, you don't write the pen, you let me calm down? Do you still have me as a teacher in your eyes? What kind of alliance in East China, Liu Tong instigated you, right? I have long felt that this old boy will go to Shaoxing with him, it must be no good thing, okay, this is to avenge you for not choosing the calligraphy department in the first place! Eh, why are you so stupid!"

Hearing Cao Danqing's pause, mixed with sadness, Zhong Yue also felt a warm feeling in his heart, and said: "This matter is decided by myself, and it has nothing to do with Professor Liu. ”

"Then I'm going to criticize you even more, I approve of your participation in the book competition, but now that you're actually closing your pen, do you want me to watch you become a waste?" Cao Danqing said, suddenly sobbing.

Zhong Yue heard the sobbing sound on the other end of the phone, and he was even more crying and laughing, "Teacher, don't cry." ”

"Who's crying! I'm having a cold and runny nose! Hurry up and come back to me, what kind of broken alliance is this, whoever likes to pull the banner will come, if you still recognize me as a teacher, come back immediately!"

Cao Danqing is not unaware of righteousness, but like an old hen guarding her calves, anyone can do this, but Zhong Yue can't, especially at the cost of sealing the pen, this is simply digging a self-grave!

"Teacher, you're thinking too much. ”

"Bastard! Are you going to be angry with me before you are willing? This semester, you have been fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, and I have relied on you, but what you did this time has made me very dissatisfied! Suck~Suck~"

Zhong Yue said: "I said that I would not write with my pen, and I did not say that I would not draw with my pen." I have encountered a bottleneck in calligraphy, if I can't cross the hurdle of "Huangjiu Post", the future of calligraphy is confused, and I may stop here, so I put down my pen and don't write. The next step is to spend more time on Chinese painting, isn't this what you've always wanted, teacher?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the line.

"Hey, teacher, are you listening?"

"Suck ~ Suck ~ "

Zhong Yue heard the sound of snot, so he said, "You should rest assured now, right?"

"Stinky boy, hurry up and come back to me!" Cao Danqing hung up the phone, if someone walked in at this time and saw Lao Cao's snot and tears, he would probably be dumbfounded.

Lao Cao cried like an old child.

"Tsk, are you crying?" Cao Danqing's wife pushed the door in, stunned.

"Who's crying? I've got a cold!"

The old lady put the prepared cold spirit on the table, "Then you are really capable, your eyes can have a runny nose, okay, drink it quickly." ”

"You go, you go, hurry up, close the door!" Cao Danqing touched his nose and tears, he hadn't cried like this for a long time, and after a while, he giggled......

……

……

Zhong Yue hung up the phone, put the phone on the table, and waited for someone to arrive.

He was invited here today, but it was agreed that it would be three o'clock in the afternoon, and he would be here at half past two. Because the character who invited him warmly was the initiator of his work.

Zhejiang calligraphy master, Gome professor, first-class calligrapher with allowance.

Nan Zhao, Zhao Yongsheng.

If it weren't for him lowering his identity to promote Zhong Yue, then no matter how outstanding "Huangjiu Ti" is, an award will be awarded, at best it will be a commemorative photo, but there will be nothing else.

2:45 a.m

Zhong Yue, an old man wearing a big cotton jacket and the same as the two uncles next door, entered the café, looked over, and saw Zhong Yue sitting, as if he had found his long-lost grandson, and hurriedly walked over. The waiter saw Zhao Yongsheng's faltering appearance, for fear that he would fall and become a porcelain toucher, so he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Yongsheng.

"Sir, I'll help you. ”

"No, I don't. ”

"It's okay, you go slowly. ”

Zhao Yongsheng had an extra oil bottle on his elbow, and he couldn't take a big step, so he walked forward while dragging his hand, "Little girl, I really don't have to carry it!"

"It's slippery here, slow down~~"

“……”

Zhong Yue stood and looked at Zhao Yongsheng's funny posture, and couldn't help laughing.

The waiter glanced at Zhong Yue, who was grinning and smirking, lowered his head with slightly red cheeks, buried it in his chest, and said shyly with his hands a little trembling: "What do you two order?"

Zhao Yongsheng said: "Two cups of coffee." ”

"What coffee? We've got American ...... here."

"Whatever coffee. Zhao Yongsheng interrupted.

When the little girl heard the old man's fierce face, her nose was sour, why is this old man like this! He didn't get tired of it just now, but now he ......

Zhong Yue raised his head and smiled: "Two cups of Mocha is fine, I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao is a little anxious, don't mind." ”

The waiter looked at Zhong Yue's smiling face with bright eyes, tears fell uncontrollably, and his heart fluttered, and he immediately turned around and ran away.

Zhao Yongsheng was just about to speak, when the little girl ran over again.

"Right...... I'm sorry, but what do you two want?"

Zhao Yongsheng is also gentle and elegant on weekdays, and the hand he just raised slapped angrily on the table, "Mo!

The waiter shuddered, turned around and slipped away, and secretly said in his heart: It's not that the old man has become bad, but that the bad person has become old......

Zhao Yongsheng finally cleared his ears and was about to speak, but he forgot what he was going to say, frowned, paused, and paused for three seconds.

"Eh, this girl!"

Zhong Yue smiled: "Old Zhao, you calm down first. ”

Zhao Yongsheng breathed a long sigh of relief, straightened out his thoughts, and arched his hand: "Zhong Yue, the old man will compensate you here first." After writing that night, Zhao Yongsheng slept until midnight, and he also thought that something was wrong. In case Zhong Yue was blinded by fame and fortune, wouldn't he ruin a person? But when he got up in the middle of the night and wanted to delete the article, he found that it had spread all over the Internet, and he could only stare at the screen and sigh for half a night.

"Huh?"

"It's old, no, it shouldn't be so self-asserted. If you want to beat or scold, listen to it!"

Seeing Zhao Yongsheng's generous and awe-inspiring appearance, Zhong Yue was even more puzzled by the second monk, "No, Old Zhao, you are thinking too much." He was very curious, what did these old people think, all of them were anxious, didn't they retire and be idle, and they were so idle that they hurt their eggs?

Zhao Yongsheng sighed: "I also know that the hidden dragon should not be used, the truth of being a late bloomer, I was too excited that night to flaunt your work to such a high status, and later found that it was not good for you." If you are drunk on fame and fortune, your old conscience is already uneasy, and now you are not writing for the sake of the inheritance of calligraphy, and your old conscience is condemned, and it is all the fault of old decay!"

Zhao Yongsheng's sighing and emotional tone frustrated made the other customers in the venue stunned.

This...... Is this old man singing a big show?