I got home at noon and called my grandfather, saying that he was going to have lunch, and then set off with a can of wine.

It was very close, 10 minutes walk, handed the wine to the grandfather who opened the door, changed his shoes and went into the house. Grandma was stir-frying, and when she saw Meng Fanzhu, she said, "Don't say a word in advance, do a surprise attack, it's too late to make any meat dishes, let's deal with it and eat some vegetarian dishes." ”

"Grandma, as long as you have something to eat, I'm not a picky eater. I brought some medicinal wine, which was given by my classmate Song Yang's parents, you and my grandfather drink one or two at dinner every day, no more or less, strong muscles and bones. Meng Fanzhu introduced.

"What kind of wine do I drink, just let your grandfather drink it himself, this time he is proud, the eldest grandson is filial!" grandma smiled.

"That's, I still know that I feel sorry for my grandfather. I haven't touched alcohol for a long time, and I won't let smoke ...... cigarettes," grandpa held the wine jar and didn't let go.

"Grandma, isn't that for the sake of your body!" Meng Fanzhu squeezed his eyes at his grandfather, and then whispered in the old man's ear, "Grandpa, you just drank it the day before yesterday, and you haven't drunk it less." ”

"Uh~ That's a special occasion, I'm talking about being at home usually!" The old man's state is a bit rejuvenated, and he doesn't admit defeat. But the voice was very quiet, for fear that the grandmother in the kitchen would hear it and talk again.

Meng Fanzhu walked to the kitchen, pinched his grandmother's shoulder and said, "Grandma, you must also drink, the first time I gave you and grandpa skin care products, I didn't give face, I was sad!"

"Okay, okay, the eldest grandson sent it, I must drink it, it's okay. After stir-frying a dish, you eat it first, and there is also a chop to pull it. The rice is in the rice cooker, and you can serve it yourself. Grandma put the freshly fried shrimp zucchini on a plate and handed it to her grandson. Grandma is afraid of this trick, and Lele always uses it, and tries everything.

Meng Fanzhu served the meal, sat at the dining table and ate it, his physical attributes improved, and the amount of food increased a lot.

"How about going to school today?" Grandpa put the wine away and took a salted duck egg for Meng Fanzhu.

"It's good, I got the volunteer form back, and I applied to the Department of Chinese of Peking University, and now it is called the Department of Chinese Language and Literature of the ......Chinese of China," Meng Fanzhu chatted with his grandparents while eating.

In the afternoon, I went home and took another jar of wine to send to my grandfather and grandmother, and also reported to the second elder about the evaluation and volunteering to report to Peking University, and told my grandfather to drink it on time.

Grandpa likes calligraphy and is not low. Let Meng Fanzhu go to the study with him and say, "Listen to your father, after the last injury, he seems to have opened his mind, and his calligraphy has made a lot of progress." It just so happened that a friend gave me a knife and a four-foot shengxuan, you write a letter, I'll take a look. As he spoke, he took out a piece of rice paper and spread it on the table. Grandpa practiced calligraphy every day, the ink, water dish and pen in the inkstone were ready-made, Meng Fanzhu did not hesitate, stood in front of the word table and said with a smile, "Chief, this is a military parade, is there a prize?" In front of the old man, Meng Fanzhu returned to his true nature, a somewhat naughty grandchild.

"If you write well and the prizes are fine, haven't you been thinking about my wolf pen for a long time. "Grandpa loves Meng Fanzhu the most.

"Really, you can't even use it yourself!" Meng Fanzhu didn't expect his grandfather to give him such a precious thing.

"There's something you can't give up, but whether you can take it depends on your ability. Grandpa said with a smile

"Then I'll write it with the wolf hair you use now, and I'll write a small letter. Meng Fanzhu felt that his regular script was the most certain.

"Okay, look at my eldest grandson's progress. You can say it in advance, but you can't write it, and you won't give it to you. Grandpa said and took out a pencil case from the drawer, Meng Fanzhu was very moved, this pen grandpa has been collecting for almost 20 years. It was made by my grandfather's old subordinates with the tail hair of the weasel king obtained from DXAL, and the pen was six centimeters long, which is very rare. Today, because I took out a sentence to myself, I want to give it to myself, which shows how much I love myself.

Meng Fanzhu stood in front of the writing desk and picked up his grandfather's commonly used wolf hair from the pen stand, this pen is less than 5 centimeters, and it is an ordinary practice pen. While dipping the pen in the stone inkstone, I pondered what to write. After 30 seconds, the pen was dipped in, I took a deep breath, and neatly wrote a piece of Su Dongpo's "Red Cliff Nostalgia" in small letters. Meng Fanzhu used Zhao Mengfu's small letters, which is the most suitable for the artistic conception of this poem. The whole poem is written in one go, and the payment is put down, and the pen is put aside. said, "Grandpa, I don't have a name badge and an introduction chapter, but fortunately, the layout is quite correct, so it's okay if you don't use it." ”

After speaking, he turned around and found that in addition to his grandfather, there was another white-headed and thin old man reading his handwriting.

"Grandpa Zhang, why are you here!" Meng Fanzhu was very happy. The old man who came is called Zhang Likun, who is the vice chairman of the Long Provincial Calligraphers Association. is a good friend of my grandfather for decades, and the two often learn calligraphy at home, which is similar to the kind of friendship that wives who do not avoid passing through the house in ancient times.

Zhang Likun walked over and patted Meng Fanzhu on the shoulder, and said with emotion, "If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn't have believed that this painting was written with a lot of words." The penmanship is skillful and round, and the font is neat and elegant, and it is impossible to reach this level without 30 years of hard work. It seems that the genius said that there is indeed a thing, and I have witnessed it with my own eyes. The future is limitless!" After speaking, he lowered his head and carefully admired Meng Fanzhu's calligraphy.

"Eh, Likun, so boasting about the younger generation, a lot but a small gain, calligraphy still has a long way to go, if you are complacent at this time, there is no future to talk about. Grandpa said, although he was also shocked that his grandson's calligraphy level had improved so much, and he was already better than his own writing, but he couldn't boast in front of his old friends.

Meng Fanzhu knew that what Grandpa said just now was actually said to his son, so he nodded hurriedly, "Grandpa, I know, I will insist on practicing hard." Seeing Meng Fanzhu's attitude so upright, Grandpa was relieved, "Yes, the son can be taught, and the wolf is yours." ”

Hearing the wolf's pen, Zhang Likun straightened up and laughed, "Lao Jia, I said that no matter how many people asked for the pen, you didn't agree, it turned out to be reserved for Duoduo." If I had a grandson who was so good at calligraphy, I would give whatever I wanted, haha. ”

"Don't just talk about not practicing, didn't you listen to what Duoduo just said, don't you have a name and a leading chapter, I have Fang Shoushan Stone here, plus the piece in your hand to engrave Duoduo's chapter." Grandpa took the opportunity to help Meng Fanzhu rip off the bamboo.

"Uh~" Zhang Likun laughed, like a rooster that had been choked by the neck. Shook his head with a wry smile, "I didn't look at the yellow calendar when I went out today, and I met you, a bandit, okay, give me your stone, and I'll bring it to you." After speaking, he turned his head and asked Meng Fanzhu, "Duoduo, the first chapter, what do you want to engrave?"

Meng Fanzhu knew that the stone in Zhang Likun's hand was not a treasure, but a genuine old material, which was not easy to find in today's era. Hurry up and follow the scribe's bow salute, press your left hand and hold your right hand and bow with your fist, "Thank you Grandpa Zhang for the medal, you can help me engrave the Yang inscription Meng want to come true, Meng is the Meng of my surname." As he spoke, he rolled up the dried "Chibi Nostalgia" and put it aside, "To express my gratitude, I can write another word as Grandpa Zhang's knife fee?"

Seeing such a good boy who was very polite, Zhang Likun was in a good mood, and he didn't feel sorry for the stone, "Okay, then Grandpa Zhang is waiting for your Mobao." After speaking, he sat with his grandfather and drank tea and waited for Meng Fanzhu to write.

Again took out a piece of shengxuan and spread it on the writing table, Meng Fanzhu screened out distracting thoughts, dipped a pen in ink, and a song of Zhao Mengfu's "Short Song Xing" jumped on the paper.

Zhang Likun looked at "Short Song Xing", some of them couldn't put it down, he loved regular script the most in his life, which was related to his square personality, "Duoduo this regular script, deep Zhao Songxue's calligraphy essence! ”

Grandpa was afraid that Meng Fanzhu would be proud, so he sat aside and drank tea with a serious expression, and secretly felt that his grandson showed his face to him.

didn't have dinner at his grandmother's house, and left home around 4 o'clock, Meng Fanzhu was thinking about cooking for his parents, parents and younger brother at night.

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