The weather was sunny.

Song Er sat on the grape shelf in the courtyard, slowly boiled a pot of water, rushed it into the pot where the tea had already been placed, quickly changed the water and then flushed it in again, a faint fragrance of tea hit his nose, picked it up and carefully took a small sip at the spout, so comfortable that his brows were stretched.

"Grandpa!"

"Grandpa!"

Song Er was startled, and the pot in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"Yun'er!"

"Yours is a big girl, why do you always look like this?"

"Grandpa, this pot that has been raised for almost fifty years almost fell into petals!"

Song Er looked at Song Yun who rushed in and complained.

"Huh?"

"Xiao Ling'er of the Tang family is also here, you haven't been here for a while!"

Song Er is a little strange, what kind of wind is blowing today?

Song Yun came, Tang Ling also came, these two little girls usually don't come to their own small courtyard when they have nothing to do.

"Grandpa. ”

"Look at what you said, why can't I come?"

Tang Ling was a little weak-hearted, thinking about it carefully, he really had nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, when he was young, he and Song Yun liked to run around in front of Song Er, and when he grew up, there were fewer of these things.

"Hehehe. ”

"Of course you can. ”

"But you girls, all of you are old enough to have boyfriends, and you don't want to come to see me, an old man, there's nothing strange. ”

Song Yun and Tang Ling's faces both flushed.

"Grandpa, I found something good today. ”

"I wanted you to take a look. ”

"Looks like you don't like it too much, but it looks like I'll get it back. ”

Song Er took a sip of hot tea, closed his eyes comfortably, unmoved, when Song Yun first came in, he saw her holding a rolled paper in her hand, and she could faintly see ink, needless to say, it must be calligraphy and painting, and from the fact that it has not been framed, you can know that it must not be an ancient calligraphy or painting but a current person's writing- He doesn't think that anyone can write amazing calligraphy paintings that make them have to look at them, the reason is very simple, the person who writes the best and draws the best in Huaxia now is himself or some of his old friends, and there are no surprises for a long time.

"Grandpa, you really don't want to take a look?"

Song Yun was naturally holding the Duobao Pagoda Tablet, the Mysterious Pagoda Tablet and the Lanting Collection Preface written by Wang Tiangang, she originally wanted her grandfather to identify it, but now seeing Song Er like this, she was not in a hurry at all, pulled over a chair and sat down.

"Grandpa, you really don't want to take a look?"

Tang Ling naturally did the same, and also pulled a chair to sit next to Song Yun, and she immediately understood what Song Yun's idea was.

Song Er was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes, glanced at Tang Ling and then at Song Yun, and thought to himself, what is going on? The two of them must be calligraphy and painting, the question is how can there be something they want to see? If it is an ancient calligraphy and painting, it is almost the same.

It is impossible for Tang Ling and Song Yun not to know this, there must be a reason why they say this, what is the reason?

Song Er thought about it, and his curiosity was slowly aroused.

"This ...... You're talking about what you have in your hands?"

"Now that you've brought it, let's take a look. ”

Song Yun pouted, she knew too well what her grandfather was thinking, how could she agree so easily at this time?

"Grandpa, didn't you say you weren't interested at all?"

"I don't think you'd better look at it. ”

Tang Ling also helped at this time, and the chick pecked his head vigorously.

"Yo!"

"You're hanging up and selling?"

"Yes!"

"Then I really don't look at it!"

Song Er also knew Tang Ling and Song Yun's thoughts - this was waiting for him to ask for it!

At this time, you must not be soft-hearted, the first few losses are too great, and the good things in the study have been taken away a lot.

Song Yun was not in a hurry at all.

Grandpa Tai only does one thing in his life, that is, to practice calligraphy and painting, and good calligraphy and painting are his life, which is really easy to deal with.

"Hey!"

"It seems that such a good thing can only be appreciated by me and Tang Ling. ”

Song Yun said as she deliberately opened the rolled paper in her hand, revealing a few lines of words, and raised it in the direction of her grandfather.

Tang Ling laughed when he saw it.

Song Yun This is really bad, this is the same as the grandfather who bullied him.

Will Song Er be recruited?

Needless to say?

Try it all!

This time it has to be bloody!

Song Er didn't want to see it, but curiosity overcame everything, and glanced at the rice paper that Song Yun was holding in his hand, this glance was unacceptable, first stunned, and then the whole person jumped up, holding the hot water in the pot in his hand and spilling it out, so hot that he wanted to shake his hand, but immediately reacted that this thing can't be done, the pot must not be thrown, this is a heart and liver baby, fortunately, this time is not the hottest time, otherwise even the skin will definitely fall off.

"Yun'er, what are you holding in your hand?"

"Stand and I'll take a look. ”

Song Er didn't care about his hands at all, his eyes widened, and he looked urgent.

"Huh?"

"Grandpa, what do you say?"

"What I have in my hand is a person's handwriting, ordinary level, not in your eyes. ”

Song Yun had already rolled up the words again at this time, she knew too well what her grandfather's personality was, she deliberately revealed a little bit of Wang Tian's words just now, and her grandfather would definitely want to see it after seeing it, it was a good time for "blackmail".

"Yes!"

"Don't you want that piece of ancient ink from the Ming Dynasty?"

"It's yours!"

As soon as Song Er saw this, he knew that there was definitely no way to be "good" today, so he simply kept a bachelor's eye, Song Yun stared at a piece of ancient ink from the Ming Dynasty in his collection for a long time, and gave it to her.

"Grandpa!"

"And me!"

"You've got to write me a sub-letter!"

Tang Ling saw that Song Yun had already succeeded, how could he let go of such a good opportunity, and hurriedly screamed.

What can Song Er say?

can only nod, the two little girls have always been in a group.

Song Yun came here to let her grandfather see Wang Tian's words, and "blackmailed" the ancient ink she had always wanted to accept it when she saw it, she stood up and walked inside, there was wind in the yard, this is not a good place to read calligraphy and painting, entered Song Er's calligraphy and painting room, first turned on all the lights, and then carefully opened one of the characters.

"This ...... This ......"

"This ...... This ......"

"This ...... This ......"

As soon as Song Eryi saw Wang Tian's words, his eyes suddenly seemed to be glued to rice paper with super glue, and he couldn't move it away at all, his lips trembled like an old man who had had a stroke, and he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.