The kitchen was ready, and the dishes came up one by one, and Zhen Xingxing only cared about eating. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The three of them glanced at Lan Su, and saw that she was obviously used to "sleeping and eating", so it was not easy to speak.

After the meal was eaten in silence, the old gentleman wiped his mouth, and his expression had become indifferent again.

"The existence of the teacher is just a lamp for you when you are moving forward, as for where you are going, it has nothing to do with Mr. The old woman doesn't dare to boast about anything else, but in terms of calligraphy and painting, she still has some opinions. ”

What Mr. Lan means is, you need Mr. anyway, my qualifications are quite good, or we will do it, right? As for the younger generation's death, I don't care.

After eating a full meal, Zhen's happy bad mood also dissipated.

She didn't take the short-eyed calligrapher in her eyes, anyway, if he jumped too hard, the family would definitely not let him go.

She felt that she had already let go, but for the other party, laziness to pay attention and forgiveness were two different concepts.

"I wonder if I can ask Mr. to move to the study and point out the juniors?"

Lan Su smiled again, she really didn't expect that when the words came to this, she still had to see the real chapter under her hands?

But anyway, she still gives face, and her words are very good.

Also, she hasn't seen it with her own eyes, even if she agrees, she will definitely not be convinced. If I fell out of position with her, I would definitely do the same!

The old gentleman smiled gracefully and followed her.

As the old saying goes, "Money presses the hands of slaves, and art presses pedestrians." ”

If she wants to get the approval of this child, then she has to show her hand well and let her understand what a loss it would be if she let a gentleman like herself go!

Mr. Lan followed Zhen Xingxing into her small study.

Raise your eyes and see, the big bookcase is full, a flat-headed case is placed in front of the window, on the pen holder on the case, all kinds of brushes are hung neatly, inkstones, pen washes are all sets, it looks like a bit of old things.

A large blue and white porcelain jar with a lot of painting scrolls inserted in it, a pot of orchids on the corner flower table, and a few small crystal flowers are faintly exuding fragrance.

People love Lan, but this is no longer the kind of ancient earth era, but a plant that looks similar to that found on the planet Beta, and it doesn't have the charm of Gulan.

Lan Su glanced away and looked to the other side.

A desk, tables and chairs are shorter than those of adults, with all kinds of books on it, and there is also a pen holder, but the brushes hanging on it are all small, and the inkstone on the side is also relatively small.

It seems that you are also used to writing with a brush on weekdays?

Lan Su nodded secretly, there are not many such elegant children now.

People pursue ancient culture as an art, and rarely treat it as a part of their lives since childhood.

Then her eyes fell on a small bottle painted with green bamboo next to her, and a thin bamboo branch was inserted in it, which was very emotional.

The whole study is simple and low-key, but it is secretly luxurious.

Just like this person.

She found that she was going out right today, and she could meet such a wonderful person!

"Hey, the old woman is in a hurry, let's show you a hand first, let you see, is it worth asking me to be Mr. Enlightenment for you!"

Lan Su said such words in his mouth, but his tone was comfortable.

Zhen Xingxing didn't say much, and went directly to her as a scholar, and naturally sharpened the ink.

In this era, it is rare to see someone like her who observes ancient etiquette in every move.

Lan Su has been pursuing classical beauty all her life, but when she sees Zhen happy, she also thinks that she doesn't have such a natural feeling as her.

She is a person, every move is very charming, a kind of classical beauty, which comes out of her bones, and will not even change because of her dress.

Lan Su couldn't help but feel less proud in his heart, and he saw that this child was more normal.

"What does the gentleman want to draw?"

Zhen Xingxing poked his head out to watch her lay out the paper. She felt very compatible with this little old lady.

She understands what is going on in her heart.

So Zhen Xingxing couldn't help but show a little bit of his true temperament.

Looking at her innocent curiosity, the old lady was happy.

"Back then, the master gave me a name, called Lan Su, so the world raised me and called me Mr. Lan. I, for more than 300 years, I have only painted one thing, and that is orchids. Lan was born in a deep valley, quiet, elegant, fragrant, like a person of noble character, but unfortunately, now I can't see it. ”

The old gentleman was very interested and spoke in great detail.

Zhen happily listened to her words and learned more about this era.

On that day, she asked the family to find her pots of orchids, and she changed many pots in a row, but they were not the kind she wanted.

Later, my grandmother had no choice but to tell her that this was the best orchid she could find, so she gave up.

Was it extinct?

Lan Su's nostalgia for the things of the earth era made Zhen happy and couldn't help blurting out: "Such a coincidence? I only draw bamboo. ”

"Huh? People say 'I like to write orchid, and I paint bamboo angrily', which seems inappropriate! ”

In her eyes, this child is gentle and demure, which is very incompatible with bamboo's temperament.

Mr. Lan didn't know that Zhen Xingxing was complaining in his heart when he heard her say this, but no, she was too easy to get angry, but not easy to be happy.

"Then you should work more on calligraphy. People in the world are puzzled, why do they all say calligraphy and painting? I thought that a book is a book, and a painting is a painting. But I don't know that to a certain extent, every skill has something in common. This is a bit far, but you have to know how to persevere, and over time, your pen power will increase, and you will definitely be able to achieve something. ”

For what the children say, what I only like so-and-so, I only eat so-and-so, and older people generally smile and pass.

Coslanes are different.

People say that old children are old children, and she also listens to Zhen Xingxing's fairy tales as serious words, and gives her a few words of encouragement appropriately.

This kind of equal attitude made Zhen happy and happy, and he felt more and more that he was very compatible with this little old lady.

Disgusted by the two self-righteous guys before, Lan Su is simply a clear stream.

She is not an unreasonable person and will not let prejudice prevail over reason. Look at them separately.

"Sir, too? Back then, oh, that day, I saw an ancient book. There is an inscription poem by Zhao Mengfu on it, which says, 'Stone is like flying, white wood is like a tree, and writing bamboo still needs eight laws, if there are people who can do this, they know that calligraphy and painting are the same.' I think it makes sense, so I put a lot of thought into calligraphy. ”

Lansu calligraphy and painting are unique, but the world does not know that she will study calligraphy in order to better paint orchids.

Modern people know too little about these old things.

There are even fewer young people with reasonable connotations like her.

"The ancients painted orchids, not paintings, but writing, writing orchids. That's the truth. ”

Mr. Lan flattened the paper, and when he saw that she had also polished the ink, his heart was even more happy, and he felt that he was like a god in writing today.

The subordinates kept pointing and pointing.