In Li Qingyuan's study, two rows of large bookcases have filled the eye sockets, and the blank wall is hung with a cursive "Self-Narrative Post", which is not as wild as the original work, and the handwriting is round, but it is a little more indifferent. The floor was neat and bright, and Li Qingyuan sat behind the table holding a thread-bound book "Chu Ci" to read.

"Oh, Teacher Liao, hello. Li Qingyuan saw his son and his homeroom teacher standing at the door at the same time, stood up and said.

"Mr. Li, your study is really good, when I was very young, I longed to have a study like this, full of my favorite books, I don't have to work every day, I stay in the study all day, and I want to read whichever book I want. Lao Liao said, and at the same time glared back at Li Yuzhong. Li Yuzhong came to his senses and smiled with a little reluctance: "Dad, are you tired of reading, I'll go and pour you a cup of tea." ”

"Haha, Mr. Liao has won the prize. You may be seated, please be seated. I don't know why my son suddenly became attentive, but he thought that the school might have to pay some fees, and this teacher came to the house to lobby and encourage his son to please his parents. - Even if you are a literati, in the current social climate, your thoughts will inevitably take on the color of philistines.

Liao Xuebing saw a "Teacher Table" on the table with ink that had not yet dried, and couldn't help but stretch his neck and say, "Mr. Li, you wrote this?"

"The Teacher's Table" has been written by many famous writers, Song has Yue Fei, Ming has Zhu Yunming, and countless descendants have copied it. Among them, Yue Wu Muqi's words dragon flying phoenix dance, chic and elegant, unrestrained and dripping, artistic achievements are extremely high, it is a peak that is difficult to surpass, if you do not have a little skill and delusional copying, it is tantamount to self-inflicted humiliation.

Li Qingyuan nodded slightly, and there was an imperceptible meaning in his eyes to say: "You just praise it when you see that the handwriting is correct and neat, and there is nothing to say to you." ”

Liao Xuebing often regarded others as air, and went around to the back of the table to correct the words, and sighed continuously: "The pen is hearty and majestic, especially in the middle of the 'Beiding Central Plains, the Shu exhausted and blunt, eliminated the traitors, and revived the Han Dynasty', which is written in an open and horizontal manner, and Yue Wumu is generally revealing the worries of the family and the country, but it is also different, and the words are more clear and elegant." The skeleton is thinner, tall and refined, good, good!"

Li Qingyuan seemed to have met a bosom friend, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he threw away "Chu Ci" and walked to him: "Teacher Liao, do you really think so?"

Li Qingyuan read a book of "The Complete Biography of Yue" in the afternoon - he is not too pedantic traditional literati, often read some idle books - unexpectedly fascinated by the reading, moved by the characters in the book, the thought entered the turbulent era of the golden iron horse, the national society is in danger, Yue Fei is difficult to support alone, seeing that the building is about to fall, he was deeply touched for a while, full of enthusiasm and grief to write the "Teacher Table", his thoughts on reading books at that time are all expressed in the iron painting silver hook, after the book is completed, quite complacent, thinking that this is the best word he has written in recent years. Listening to Liao Xuebing's mention of "family and country worries", he couldn't help but feel that it was very agreeable, and stood next to him to appreciate it together.

Liao Xuebing did not study Chinese for four years in vain, since he was a child, he liked traditional culture very much, studied calligraphy and painting under the guidance of his father, recited ancient texts, and had good achievements for more than ten years, of course, there is still a certain distance from foreign literature such as "Hamlet", otherwise the teaching will not be ugly that day.

"The four words 'Temporary Tears' are really written freely. Liao Xuebing praised.

Li Qingyuan was full of joy, a person's work is not afraid of good or bad, so he is worried that no one will appreciate it, and he thinks a little higher of Liao Xuebing, and says in his heart: "It's okay to meet this kind of head teacher in Yuzhong." ”

"But ......" Liao Xuebing changed his words: "I can write it and let it go, but I always feel that I can't let it go, there is a kind of self-righteous and reserved, you look at this structure, there is a pause between this word and this word, I don't know what the author hesitated about, and then a few words were written plainly, and then gradually improved." ”

"Teacher Liao, you are really like a torch! You must be practicing calligraphy in normal times, right?" Li Qingyuan exclaimed, not at all like a steady middle-aged man in his forties, and that kind of surprise is not comparable to a child who gets a candy. Lao Liao was right, when he wrote that word, his wife shouted outside, interrupting his emotions, and it took a long time to brew.

"Teacher Liao, please take a seat. This time, I sincerely invited him to sit down, took down a scroll from the shelf, and said with a smile: "How about you please evaluate my painting of "Flowers and Birds by the Yuzi Lake" again? This is the work of a friend in this city. ”

Listening to the meaning of his words, he admired this friend quite a lot, opened it carefully, and read the inscription first, signed "Yan Zhai Zhai Lord Xie Yangguan". Liao Xuebing had heard of Xie Yangguan's name, vice chairman of the city's calligraphy and painting association, and often appeared in various commercial activities, writing a few strokes of calligraphy for the master, winning full applause.

"It's a bit old-fashioned, skillful, colored, vividly outlined, and quite level. However, there are a few failures, one is that the azalea is in bloom, it should be autumn, but Mr. Xie painted it in spring, and the color is too gorgeous; ”

Li Qingyuan cocked his thumb and said, "High, it's really high." After Xie Yangguan painted this painting, the more he looked at it, the more dissatisfied he became, and he sighed like this, and then put it on the shelf, Li Qingyuan asked him to give this painting to himself.

Li Yuzhong came in with tea in his hand, and when he saw his father and teacher getting together affectionately, he was so frightened that he almost overturned the teacup. He thinks very highly of himself and is very indifferent to anyone, only to talk so eagerly with Mr. Liao, could it be that the two of them have some ulterior secrets?

Liao Xuebing said in his heart: "Li Qingyuan can be called a scholar, but giving birth to a son but not learning and not knowing how to teach is really a godson." ”

The two have a common language, speak a lot of speculation, not only limited to calligraphy and painting, but also talk about a lot of poetry, after all, Lao Liao has not read so many books, and gradually can't keep up, so he moved out all the opinions of his father and uncle, and made a fool. Li Qingyuan's sense of confidant.

"Mr. Li, I actually want to discuss with you about your son. Liao Xuebing used the manuscript "Valley Poem" handed over by Li Qingyuan as a fan to cool down.

Li Qingyuan became uncharacteristically heroic, patted Lao Liao's shoulder vigorously and said, "Teacher Liao, don't be so polite, just call me Lao Li." What did the dog do at school? Fighting, skipping school, or early love? I'll cut off his source of pocket money and let him reflect on it. ”

Li Yuzhong hid at the door of the study and eavesdropped: "What, dare to cut off my financial resources? The old man is too vicious, he will splash his collection of books tomorrow." ”

Liao Xuebing said: "Li Yuzhong is a highly motivated student, and he also has a sense of collective honor, and has been selected for the football team of our class. "There are 20 boys in the second class of the second year, and it is not a trivial matter to be selected for the football team, not to mention that the class football team really has nothing to boast about. Liao Xuebing said that this matter is higher than the sky, what is related to life and future, what has supreme glory, and it seems that it is more difficult to join the football team than to be elected as an astronaut. Li Qingyuan is also a literati with a tendon brain, he really lacks knowledge of this kind of trivial matter, and he has full trust in Liao Xuebing.

"Li Yuzhong is so good, like a diamond falling in a pile of stones, nothing can hide its dazzling brilliance. ”

- Li Yuzhong, who was hiding behind the door, couldn't help but be embarrassed.

Liao Xuebing's face did not change: "Mr. Li, oh, Lao Li, do you know why your father-son relationship is indifferent? It is a problem of lack of communication, I heard that your father and son often do not say a word for half a month. ”

"Hmph, that stinky boy eats me and lives with me, and he mixes with random people all day long, just like the Meng Jun in your class often comes, talks vulgarly and impolitely, and doesn't ask when he sees us. Li Qingyuan snorted heavily.

"Young people, they're always a little thin-skinned. I promise that from today onwards, your son will grow even better than before. If he is still the same, I am willing to polish the ink for you every day. ”

"You mean really, Mr. Liao?"

Liao Xuebing walked to the door with a smile and pulled it suddenly, and Li Yuzhong, who was eavesdropping on outside the door, fell in, "Haha, Lao Li, it seems that your son still cares about the conversation between us very much." ”

"Hmph, what a system!"

The two chatted for a while, their words were speculative, and time was fast, Liao Xuebing took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and said, "It's not early, I have to go home first." ”

Li Yuzhong's father and son sent him out of the door. Zhang Limin is so strange, in the past, there were only a few people Xie Yangguan and contemporary literary critic Guo Yongsheng, and her husband would personally send them out of the door, how could a little teacher He De be tonight......

Liao Xuebing saw a very familiar figure on the road while driving, hey, isn't this Xiao Bai's beautiful sister Zhong Dirui? "Hey, Miss Zhong!" Lao Liao didn't have the intention to talk to a beautiful woman, but when he saw the student's guardian, he couldn't say hello and put out the fire beside her.

"Heh, it's Teacher Liao, why haven't you gone to tutor Xiaobai at home for so long?" Zhong Dirui still remembers the only teacher who has visited her home for more than a year.

Lao Liao saw that she was carrying two bags in her hand, so he said, "Miss Zhong, don't you have a car at home? Why are you still walking? I'll give you a ride?"

Zhong Dirui politely declined: "Teacher Liao is too polite, it's just a few steps away from home, I'll just walk over by myself, don't bother Teacher Liao." ”

"Tomorrow for the Mid-Autumn Festival, I don't know where Miss Zhong is going to spend time?" Lao Liao wanted to use the old-fashioned excuse of dating girls.

"Hehe, I have to decorate the living room tomorrow night, Xiaobai invited my classmates to come to the house for a party. ”

Ah? Who did this kid Zhong Bai invite to his house for recreation? Could it be a woman? So leisurely and chic, it is almost overshadowing my old Liao's limelight, and next time I have to find an excuse to punish him for copying 10,000 words, so that he will not be proud. Re-ignited, and said with a smile: "It's a little late, I should go back, Miss Zhong will see you next time." ”

"Come and sit at my house when you have time!" Zhong Dirui waved at him from afar.