The couplets of Shigongtan every year are written by the old lady, and this year the old lady is sick and can't write the couplet, what can I do?

Xiao Dichang's brows furrowed deeply, this was a problem for him.

"I heard that there is a person in Chenjia Village who can also write well, why don't you ask him to write?" One person proposed.

But someone immediately vetoed: "Ridiculous, this is the altar of our Xiao family's master, if we invite someone from their Chen family to write couplets, wouldn't it be a joke?" This is absolutely not a no-go! ”

These words are indeed reasonable, and they are supported by everyone, the status of the Shigong Altar is too heavy, and on many important festivals, people with foreign surnames are not allowed to enter the Shigong Altar, let alone write couplets for the Shigong Altar.

"Why don't you go to town and ask someone to copy a couplet on a computer?" Someone else has an idea.

Xiao Dichang shook his head: "The couplet must be posted before twelve o'clock in the evening, where is the time, besides, it's so late, the town is closed, who is looking for to copy?" ”

This......

Everyone frowned, obviously this is a big problem, and they feel that what Xiao Dichang said before is very right, it is time to practice more calligraphy, the old lady will leave sooner or later, and he can't change the rules of the Shigong Altar when the time comes.

"Don't worry, Xiao Luo has studied in college, he can do anything, and he must be able to write calligraphy, so why not let him write a couplet instead of the old lady?" Xiao Qiudong said loudly.

His purpose is very simple, to push Xiao Luo out and embarrass people, he wants to tell everyone, if you go to college, you can do anything? Know everything? That's just.

yes, how did you forget Xiao Luo!

Everyone suddenly realized, and they all looked at Xiao Luo, with anticipation in their eyes.

Xiao Dichang asked with some disbelief: "Xiao Luo, do you know how to write calligraphy?" ”

"Uncle Dichang, aren't you deliberately making fun of Xiao Luo, he is an undergraduate student, the guy with the highest education in our village, if he can't even write, then no one really can't write."

Xiao Qiudong deliberately raised his voice and patted Xiao Luo's shoulder, "Brother, don't hide it at this time, the family needs you." ”

Xiao Ping gritted his teeth, how could he not know what kind of wishful thinking Xiao Qiudong was making, should college students be omnipotent? Should college students be able to do anything? Asking Lhotse to stand up, isn't it just to make Lhotse make a fool of himself in front of the clansmen?

He found a ladder for Xiao Luo to go down: "Luozi, it doesn't matter, few people can write calligraphy now, it's not a shameful thing." ”

Xiao Qiudong immediately glared angrily and shouted, "Xiao Ping, what do you mean?" Think I'm deliberately embarrassing Xiao Luo? ”

"Isn't it?" Xiao Ping swallowed his anger and muttered in a low voice.

Xiao Qiudong was furious: "What kind of attitude do you have, do you want to borrow money?" ”

"I ......"

This sentence directly touched Xiao Ping's most fragile nerve, raised his head, and stared at Xiao Qiudong with great discomfort and grievance.

"Ahem...... In autumn and winter, don't say this kind of thing here in Shigongtan, everyone is a family, and Shigong will be very unhappy when he sees it in the sky. Xiao Quan Ren said with a dry cough.

Xiao Dichang echoed: "Yes, the private matter between you is resolved in private, and now I only talk about writing couplets." Turning his head to look at Xiao Luo, "Xiao Luo, can you?" ”

"I'll try."

Xiao Luo smiled and walked up.

At this time, Xiao Qiudong said in a sneering tone: "Xiao Luo, don't be reckless, I just said it casually, if you really can't forget it, no one will make fun of you, Shigongtan is the important place of our Xiao family, and the couplets must be written very neatly, if you write it out twisted and crooked, like being gnawed by a dog, it must not be posted." ”

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes were full of disgust, like a fly, which made people extremely annoying.

Sholo saw him completely as air, picked up the brush, and began to dip the ink.

When the old lady writes calligraphy, it is all exquisite, and it has to be beautiful, so that he can engage in artistic style, but Xiao Luo's action is a layman among the laymen, and even the posture of holding a brush is extremely ugly.

The old man Xiao Quanren on the side couldn't help frowning, thinking: This Xiao Luo should be reckless!

"Xiao Luo, can you really do it?" Xiao Dichang was skeptical.

"I try to write it as well as I can."

Xiao Luo closed his eyes, thinking about the words of the couplet, and at the same time, he also spent five hundred points in exchange for a calligraphy ability, and in an instant, the brush in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body, no longer as unfamiliar and unfamiliar as just now, and many words appeared in his mind.

Of course, he didn't want to slap Xiao Qiudong in the face, it didn't make any sense, he just wanted to contribute something to the Shigong Altar.

As soon as Xiao Luo put down his pen, the word "ancestor" was written.

"Hey, this is a book? No, it's not a standard line, it's a line? It doesn't seem to be much different from ordinary lines. Xiao Quanren's old man's eyes lit up, this word is not ordinary.

Xiao Qiudong, who originally had a mocking look on his face, froze, and said in disbelief: This guy can really write calligraphy?

Ji Siying was a little excited, because she felt that it was time to write down another item in her small notebook.

Xiao Luo's expression was focused, the brush in his hand was like a dragon walking and a snake writing, the appearance of the layman at the beginning was long gone, replaced by the essence and connotation of a calligraphy master, in one go, without a pause.

The upper link is: Zudeliu Fanghui Sun and Moon;

The next link is: Zonggong has been handed down from generation to generation.

After writing, the pen stopped, clean and neat, without dragging mud and water, so that the surrounding Luo Village people were fascinated, they did not understand the connotation of calligraphy, but they could deeply experience a majestic atmosphere, a kind of artist's appeal.

Xiao Quanren had already stared at Xiao Luo's face, his cloudy old eyes were full of blazing light, and he was happy to reveal his face: "Good words, good couplets, sun, moon, mountains and rivers, what a momentum this is, and this word, like flowing clouds and water, but vigorous and powerful, there is such a deep Taoism at a young age, not bad, not bad, not bad, hahaha......"

He is not only a god in the village, but also a talented man, and his evaluation is naturally authoritative.

"Xiao Luo is worthy of being a college student, amazing!"

"The handwriting is so good."

"Son, when you grow up, you have to be admitted to an undergraduate university like Uncle Luo, do you hear?"

Everyone looked at Xiao Luo with appreciative eyes, this is really amazing, to make the old lady give such a high evaluation, it is simply a god.

Xiao Qiudong's face is as ugly as it is, he doesn't know what's wrong, how he was suppressed by Xiao Luo everywhere this year, you know, last year, the year before last, the year before last, he completely compared Xiao Luo.

"Old lady, can this couplet be posted?" Xiao Dichang asked.

Xiao Quan Ren looked at these two words as if he had received a treasure, and the smile on his face was incomparably bright: "If you are not even qualified for such a couplet, then the couplet I wrote before is even less qualified." ”

(End of chapter)