Zhao Lan knew that Mr. Wen was looking for her to go down the stairs, and smiled happily: "My honor." ”

In fact, she didn't even know that Mr. Wen could write calligraphy, and she didn't think his calligraphy could be good.

But when she went to the study and saw the words, she was stunned.

Her wife loved calligraphy during her lifetime, but she didn't make any achievements, but she collected a lot of famous calligraphy and paintings.

Although she can't write, she can read, and at a glance she can see that Mr. Wen's writing is not simple.

"Happy New Year." Zhao Lan read out four words lightly, full of love.

Mr. Wen saw at a glance that Zhao Lan admired his words, and he was in a good mood, feeling that he had won a game for his granddaughter.

If he hadn't been indifferent to fame and fortune, he would have been a calligrapher.

It's just that he concentrates on academics, just wants to teach students well, doesn't want to sell his reputation, and doesn't want to make money through calligraphy.

The more Zhao Lan looked at it, the more she liked it, so she missed her old wife, and said very humbly: "Professor Wen's handwriting is full of ink, very good, can you ask for another pair of words?" ”

Mr. Wen wanted to put up music with Qiao, although his words had never been sold, many students who had achieved something had sincerely begged him, and hung them in the study.

Mrs. Wen is generous, and it is rare to get close to the old lady of the Mu family, and she is very happy.

"What does Sister Zhao want to write?" Mrs. Wen was kind and angry, and she smiled very affectionately.

Zhao Lan's eyes were filled with tears: "Humility and light." ”

Mrs. Wen didn't know why Zhao Lan was crying, but she could sense her emotions very emotionally.

Mr. Wen wanted to refuse, and left it for Zhao Lan to write next time he asked him, but when he saw that she was so emotional, he thought that these four words meant a lot to her, so he agreed.

Mrs. Wen said, "I'll grind the ink." ”

Zhao Lan watched from the sidelines, silently thinking, if she could get such a good word, even if her wife was alive, she would happily drink three cups.

Another day, choose a pair of paperweights to send back to him and talk about his heart.

When Mu Han and Wen Xia came to look for it, they saw three old men in front of the bookcase, concentrating and silent.

The two looked at each other, satisfied with what they saw, and silently retreated.

"Forgot to sleep and eat again?" Mr. He raised his eyebrows and unconsciously said semi-literal Chinese, "After Lao Wen retired, he became more and more obsessed with calligraphy. ”

Wen Xia said with a smile: "My grandfather has always been obsessed with calligraphy, but he didn't have enough time when he retired. ”

"I can't play that game, I can't sit still." Mr. He is sour.

Mu Han said with a smile: "Both movement and stillness are suitable, my grandfather's photography skills are first-class, I don't know if I have the honor to ask my grandfather to shoot a promotional video for Shuimu Garden." ”

This is high praise.

Mr. He was very happy and agreed: "Wrap it up on me!" ”

Mrs. He said again: "Old Wen can be inscribed." ”

Wen Xia smiled: "That's very good, the two swords are combined." ”

"How long do they have to take? I am hungry. Mr. He looked at the tempting dishes on the table, and was so hungry that he couldn't sit still.

Wen Xia: "Soon, my grandfather will be able to write like a god, and he will be able to come down in less than ten minutes." ”

"Not necessarily, right? When you meet an appreciative bosom friend, it's normal to chat for a while. ”

"That's true, but my grandmother can't stand the hunger."

Sure enough, in just five minutes, three old men appeared in the restaurant, and Mr. Wen asked impatiently, "Sister Zhao, can you start eating?" ”

Zhao Lan made a gesture of please: "Please." ”

Mr. Wen: "Thank you for your hospitality. ”

As soon as Zhao Lan sat down, he moved his chopsticks, otherwise the others would not move, and he could see that they were already quite hungry.

In this regard, she was a bit inhospitable.

But she didn't mean to.