School gates.

Calligraphy teacher Chen Chao got out of the taxi with his mobile phone.

Passing by the mouth of the alley, he saw a diner coming out of the alley with wontons, Chen Miao's heart moved, and he turned around and walked into the alley.

He came out in a hurry in the morning, and he hadn't eaten breakfast yet.

"Boss, a drawer of buns, a bowl of wontons."

Chen Yu found a place to sit down, and his eyes casually swept over the homemade door of the wonton shop, and a pair of small eyes instantly widened.

On the half-old wooden board, five words-

Chewing ravioli.

The words and pens are strong, soft and rigid.

Whether you look at the strokes alone or look at the structure together, they all reveal everyone's style.

"Your buns." The old lady came out with the wontons and put them on the table.

"Boss, where did you come from?"

"Huh this?" The old lady smiled a little embarrassed, "Our old man saves money and does it himself." ”

"He wrote this word too?"

"Words? No! The old lady laughed, "He hasn't written for eight hundred years, and he can't write wontons, but a little girl from the experimental high school passed by and kindly wrote it." ”

Experimental High School?

their school.

Chen Yu's eyes lit up: "Do you know what the name is?" ”

When it came to this, the old lady said in a chagrinated tone: "I don't know about this, our old man is stupid and didn't ask, otherwise, why would I have to send bowls of wontons to other children?" ”

As he spoke, the old man wrapped in an apron came out and put the boiled wontons on the table.

The wontons are hand-wrapped, and the soup is blended with broth that has been boiled in advance, and it is fragrant.

"It's just out of the pot, it's a little hot, you eat slowly."

"Boss, I'll ask you about something, do you remember what the little girl who helped you write?"

"Ouch, you let me say that I can't say this well, it's just thin and tall, with long hair, and it looks like that...... Everyone is beautiful, good-looking, especially good-looking, better than the actors in the TV series. Wenwen is quiet, and he is a good boy at first glance. Not only is she good-looking, but she is also a good person, and she doesn't leave a name for doing good deeds, and I said that no one wanted to give her a bottle of drink. ”

When it came to the little fairy who helped, the old man looked amazed.

"Boss, two bowls of ravioli."

"It's coming, it's coming."

Busy taking care of business, the husband and wife turned around and left.

Chen Miao, chewing on the wonton, his eyes just staring at the words on the wooden board.

The more I look at it, the more I like it, and the more I look at it, the more I admire it.

It seems random, but every stroke of this is an iron and silver hook, revealing wind and bones, even he can't write such words.

I didn't expect that they still had such a calligraphy genius hidden in their experimental high school.

No, he's going to have to find her.

After eating the wontons in two bites, Chen Yu took out his mobile phone and took several photos at the door.

When he left after paying the bill, he sent the picture to his teacher, Chi Tianye, on his mobile phone, and asked the teacher to appreciate it.

As soon as the person walked to the school gate, Chi Amano's phone came back.

"Where did that come from?"

"A student at our school wrote it, how about you take a look?"

"Okay, great, it's a bit of a blank space!" Chi Tianye's tone was excited, "How high is this kid now?" ”

"This ...... I haven't decided who it is! ”

"It doesn't matter, no matter how high he is, I'm going to decide on this kid!" On the other end of the phone, Chi Tianye's tone was excited, "I wrote it like this when I was only a teenager, if I practiced for a few more years, maybe I could produce a contemporary Wang Xizhi." I just happened to be going to Jiangcheng for the past two days, you hurry up and find someone for me, and I will be accepted as a closed disciple. ”