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He wrote in regular script, exactly the same font as the couplet written at the entrance of the compound.

One stroke at a time, square.

His movements are slow, but he feels fast.

His expression was serious, as if he was doing something big. However, his wrists are flexible, the hooks are frustrating, the lines are round and gentle, gentle but not soft, and the force is contained in it, like a not gorgeous but exquisite artistic performance.

"Hide your head and protect your tail, and the power is in it." Jiang Liren stood opposite Tang Chong, and after seeing him write two words, he immediately made such an evaluation. "I didn't expect this kid to write well. At a young age, he has a lot of style. ”

"The dot painting is exhausted, and the strength is reaped." This is Jiang Rulong's evaluation.

Jiang Rulong paints, and calligraphy and painting have a lot in common. He can draw well, and his natural handwriting is not bad. However, compared with Tang Chong's words, his characters are really several streets behind.

Even those who don't know much about calligraphy can see that Tang Chong's handwriting is very good. There are differences in language, there are national boundaries between races, and there are no boundaries to beauty. Just as many people don't speak English, but they think that an English song is particularly good.

In an instant, a couplet was finished.

"Take it for me." Old lady Jiang shouted.

"Grandpa, the ink hasn't dried yet." Jiang Yiran said flatteringly.

Tang Zhong had already put down the brush, held the written couplet and sent it over, and said: "Calligraphy, the picture is this freshness." ”

"Yes. Pole. Old lady Jiang laughed. That's what makes it so fresh. Send it to me. ”

Mrs. Jiang's hands had no strength, and Tang Zhong stood in front of Mrs. Jiang with this calligraphy, like a mannequin.

"Cherish food and clothing, not for wealth and fortune."

"Seek fame and fortune, but you need no more."

Old lady Jiang read softly.

"Cherish food and clothing, not for wealth and fortune. Seek fame and profit, but you don't want to ask for others-" Old lady Jiang read it again, and then praised: "Good union." Good word. ”

His eyes bloomed with brilliance, he looked at Tang Zhong with sincerity, and said, "I'm not as good as you." ”

The room is full of surprise!

After Qi Luyu saw Jiang Rulong's tiger, he left a sentence of 'I'm not as good as him' and drifted away, which was passed on as a beautiful talk by Yanjing people.

Now, after reading Tang Chong's words, Old Lady Jiang actually said the words 'I'm not as good as you'.

Whoever a person values in his heart hopes to be recognized.

Although Jiang Rulong was praised by Qi Luyu, Qi Luyu was just a painter after all. No matter how great a painter is, he is still a painter.

Jiang Rulong's ambition is not just to be a painter. Otherwise, why would he hold his paintings in his hands and not show them?

Mrs. Jiang is different, he can decide the future development direction of this family, he can decide who resources will be tilted to, and who can be the leader of the fourth generation of the Jiang family - from the bottom of his heart, Jiang Rulong is even more eager to be recognized by Mrs. Jiang.

Because of his praise, it is equivalent to getting his support. With his support, why worry about big things?

Old lady Jiang did say this, but unfortunately, it was not said to him.

Jiang Rulong would rather he hadn't said it, and I'd rather he hadn't heard it.

Of course, this is self-deception!

Not only was Jiang Rulong's heart complicated, and he thought of so many things in an instant, but even the other people in the room also guessed and interpreted Old Lady Jiang's words.

"Why did the old lady say this at such a time? Does he want to support Tang Chong? ”

"Jiang Rulong and Tang Chong, the old lady is obviously more Tang Chong - what does this mean?"

"The kid surnamed Tang is coming back?" ――

"I can't stand Grandpa's evaluation." Tang Zhong hurriedly humbled himself. "The couplet at the door can still touch people's minds and make people think about themselves after decades of wind and rain. I don't have that kind of handwriting. ”

The old lady looked at Tang Chong with bright eyes, sighed softly, and said, "This couplet has been hanging at the door for decades, and probably only you have read it seriously, right?" ”

“――”

This sentence was even more pumped on the faces of everyone present, making their cheeks hot and painful.

Indeed, they have long been accustomed to the presence of that couplet, in and out. Although some people know that this painting is written by the old lady, how many people think about the meaning?

The younger ones are more impulsive and hurried, and the couplet exists and is ignored like the two wooden plaques inlaid with it, who will look at it more?

When the old lady said this, she was obviously dissatisfied with the development of the Jiang family over the years.

It is good to read, plough the fields, and learn well. Did they learn well? How many descendants of the Jiang family dare to say that they have read well? Not to mention ploughing the fields.

It is difficult to start a business, it is difficult to keep a business, and it is not difficult to know the difficulty. This sentence is the standard of life and the maxim of governing the family. It is Mrs. Jiang's expectation for her children and grandchildren. How many people can understand his hard work?

Tang Zhong did it.

"I usually like to write, and I am more interested in good writing. When I got off the bus at the door, I was attracted by this couplet at first sight. I thought about where I stood for a while before I entered the door. Tang Zhong said with a smile, happy to see the old lady slap these people in the face with one left and one slap from the right.

Aren't you pretending to be an uncle in front of me? Now they're all grandsons, right?

"This couplet is given to my grandfather, and I wish my grandfather good fortune as long as Nanshan in the East China Sea." Tang Zhong said with a smile. "I just said I'd write and then sing - now that I'm writing, I'm supposed to sing. Today is my grandfather's 90th birthday, so I will sing a "Birthday Song" to meet the occasion. ”

He groaned a little, and then sang in front of everyone: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you—"

Tang Zhong sang and clapped to the beat. After singing a few times, he waved to the people around him and said with a smile, "Let's sing together." This song is lively and festive when sung together. ”

Sing along?

Everyone looked at each other.

Just now they made fun of Tang Chong for being a 'singer', and now if they sing along, then what are they?

However, if you don't sing, you can't do it - because Tang Zhong said that everyone sings together to be lively and festive. Today is the old lady's birthday, don't you want to be lively? You don't want to be festive?

Only then did they understand that they had unconsciously been tricked by this kid again.

"Sing." Seeing that they were all squeaking, Tang Zhong was a little angry. "The old man has a birthday, isn't it normal for us juniors to sing him a birthday song? Why do you feel so embarrassed? ”

“――”

They want to tear this kid alive.

He had just stabbed them when he sprinkled a handful of salt on the bloody wound.

This kid really isn't a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Alright, alright." It was still Mrs. Jiang who played a round and gave them steps to step down. "It's all gone. Tang Zhong stayed behind to talk to me. ”

"Father have a good rest."

"Grandpa, let's go out and wait, I'll pick you up for the birthday banquet later-"

"Grandpa, why don't I stay and talk to you? I'd love to hear your stories—"

Jiang Keren smiled. Very comfortable and proud smile.

Her thoughts, which had been hanging for so long, finally let go.

Jiang Keqing secretly gave Tang Chong a thumbs up, and then helped his mother out of the door.

"That's good. That's nice. Grandma said as she walked out. As he spoke, his eyes turned red again, and he said, "This kid must have suffered a lot—"

After they went out, the room was empty all of a sudden, leaving only Tang Chong who was standing and Old Lady Jiang who was lying down.

Tang Chong walked up to Old Lady Jiang and said with a smile: "Grandpa, let me help you up?" ”

Old lady Jiang glanced at Tang Chong, squinted her eyes and laughed, and said, "You see it?" ”

"I see." Tang Zhong nodded seriously.

"Alas. It's pitiful to be old and pretending to be crazy and stupid. Old lady Jiang stretched out his hand, and Tang Zhong hurriedly went over to help him sit on the recliner. It's not comfortable for him to lie like this all the time.

"Grandpa must have his own hardships for doing this." Tang Zhong said.

"yes. I'm not worried. Old lady Jiang said. I'm old. But I'm not that old. I want to see what things are still not taken care of at home when I am about to fall, and what conflicts are still unresolved outside. When I had a breath left, I might be able to give a little more help - but I was disappointed to see the results. ”

His voice is much sharper now, and he can sit up straight without Tang's heavy support. He's old, but he's not old enough to die.

He did this to take another look, to see what was going on at home, to see what was going on outside. This old man who has worked hard all his life still can't let go of his worries.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Grandpa thinks too much. Tang Zhong reassured.

"yes. When I saw the couplet you wrote, I immediately thought about it. Old lady Jiang said. If I'm not mistaken, you wrote a couplet by Chen Hongmou, a Qing Yongzheng Jinshi, right? ”

Tang Chong was solemn and said, "Grandpa is well-read and has a strong memory. It is a couplet of Chen Hongmou. ”

"Don't think I'm so good, it's just that I've read a few more books like you." Old lady Jiang said. "Caring for food and clothing, not just to save, but also tells us to start small and develop good habits. I can't get used to their people. ”

Tang Zhong didn't say much about this criticism. When he left, Jiang Keren told him that the old lady didn't like extravagance and waste. Obviously, this couplet of his own is right in his mind. There is a suspicion of opportunism.

"Seek fame and fortune, but you don't want to ask for people - Tang Chong, if I ask you to come back, you will definitely not agree, right?" Old Lady Jiang looked at Tang Zhong with burning eyes and asked out loud.