"Do you want to write the same font as the one above?" Xiao Qing asked carefully.

In fact, Tang Shanchang and Professor Wei have not seen it with their own eyes, and they really want to see if this word is from her hand, whether it is Yan Ziqin who has found the wrong person, and don't make jokes at that time.

Hearing her ask what she meant, the two of them were shocked, what else would she write in other fonts?

Zhang Jiuri was surprised again: "Do you still write other words?" ”

Xiao Qing replied calmly: "It's just two or three, but they are all words that can't be put on the table, it's just a gourd to draw a scoop!" ”

Can't get on the table?

Than a gourd to draw a scoop?

They really want to write these words that can't be put on the table, and they are better than the words of a gourd!

Zhang Jiuri's heart seemed to have been hit by something, and he stared at the woman in front of him in shock.

"Could you please write the two or three words you know?"

Xiao Qing was embarrassed: "It's not that you can't, but don't we have a competition in the afternoon?" Why don't I write one first, if you get your old eyes, you can take a look, if you don't like it, then I will be a joke! ”

Zhang Jiuri's heart was cold, and he had to wait until the afternoon?

When you come across something good, you can't catch it all at once, you have to wait......

But alas, this is Mrs. Xiao's request, what people say is modest and real, he can't refuse.

"That's fine!" Zhang Jiuri smiled and said, "Then please come here, come with me!" ”

Tang Shanchang shouted behind the two of them: "Put your pen and ink on the table!" ”

Professor Wei smiled: "Mountain Chief, it has already been prepared!" ”

The academy has long been prepared, waiting for these famous people to come out on a whim, wave their big hands, and come out with a masterpiece.

Xiao Qing followed Zhang Jiuri to the table at the entrance of the main hall, and when she saw that the pen and paper had been settled, she walked over generously.

After Qiao Hong, who had been following Xiao Qing, was shocked again and again, the whole person stood in place and couldn't move, or Professor Wei saw that he didn't move for a long time and pushed him, before he came to his consciousness in a trance.

"Your mother went to the top, and you still didn't go to polish her ink?" Professor Wei reminded.

This stupid boy who is stunned, will he pass the test? The corners of Professor Wei's mouth lifted.

Qiao Hong was stunned for a long time, and then moved his steps with an "oh" sound.

The word was written by his mother, it was his mother who wrote that kind of word, but it was not as good as the hairpin flower he was carrying in his arms, and the words on it looked too casual, and the word in his arms was written by his mother's heart, and he could feel it.

Every time he went up the stairs, Qiao Hong looked up at his mother, and a kind of respect and appreciation that came to his heart spontaneously from the bottom of his heart.

The words in his arms were not written by passers-by, and the letter he was thinking in his heart, the words, turned out to be from his mother's hand, and the news was too shocking for him!

The man he was looking for was with him all day long!

After his shattered heart was reforged, he eased down a little, having such a mother was the pride of his life! He wants to grind ink for his mother, and his mother needs him at this time.

Xiao Qing was already standing in front of the bookcase, but Zhang Lao was grinding ink for her, Qiao Hong saw the people around her mother, such a scene was comparable to that of high-ranking officials and nobles, who in the world could let Zhang Lao take the initiative to grind for her?

yes!

And when everyone saw this scene, they had the same expression as Qiao Hong, and they were all surprised, Zhang Lao actually polished ink for a woman?

Qiao Hong thought, my mother doesn't need him anymore!

But seeing that the mother had already pressed the paper, held the sheep's hair pen, dipped it in ink, and was ready to start writing.

Xiao Qing took the pen and thought about what to write.

Zhang Jiuri reminded on the side: "Just write the autumn calligraphy and painting exhibition, five words!" ”

Xiao Qing smiled and nodded: "Okay, just write these five words." ”

As she spoke, she had already bent down, took a long breath, closed her eyes and thought about how to lay out and how to get up.

When she opened it again, she held her sleeve in one hand, held the pen in the other hand, and held the sheep's pen with all her strength, and the pen swayed freely in her hand.

The font has been changed a little, not the random and arrogant words of Yaoshan Academy, but it has been more restrained, but it has more of the grace of the daughter's family, but it is still elegant and free, and the rhyme is flying.

"Good! What a word! Use the same character to write different artistic conceptions, good words! Liu Jinqing couldn't help but praise when she saw her put away her pen.

Zhang Jiuri looked at the words, then looked at the woman, saw her staring at the paper with a solemn face, and when she put the pen away, she let out a long breath, and then put the pen aside at will.

Then he turned his face to look at him: "Elder Zhang, this word has been written, I have an axe in front of you, and I hope that Elder Zhang will not dislike it, and help give me some advice!" ”

Zhang Jiuri was surprised and asked him to give him some advice?

This word...... Let him point the way?

The realm of this word is above him, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it, so how can he give him guidance?

"Your surname is Xiao, right?" Zhang Jiuri asked.

"Hmm!" Xiao Qing replied.

Zhang Jiuri exclaimed: "Master Xiao, today you let Lao Yu see, what is outside the sky, there are people outside the sky, Lao Yu understands the meaning of this sentence today, dare to ask Master Xiao how many years has he been learning words?" ”

Xiao Qing smiled lightly, shook his head and said, "Elder Zhang has won the award, the little woman can't be called a master!" ”

"I wrote it when I was a child, but I didn't practice anymore after I lost my memory at the age of twelve, and I rarely practiced when I grew up, and I haven't touched it for a long time, and the bad writing makes Zhang Lao laugh!"

"Didn't practice when you grew up? Haven't touched it? Can you still write such words? Zhang Jiuri looked at her again in disbelief.

He didn't think she was deliberately showing off, but felt that she had a plain attitude, humble and submissive in front of him, without the slightest sense of transgression, this woman is a genius!

It's a pity, it's a woman's family, if Daqing allows women to enter the country's prison, he really wants to take it to Beijing and study in person.

Liu Jinqing thought about it, people who generally write well should also be good at painting.

"Dare to ask Mrs. Xiao, have you ever painted?"

Xiao Qing turned to look at Liu Lao, and said with a smile: "I have studied for a few days, but I don't have as many ideas as writing, I can read it!" ”

Liu Jinqing heard her say this, and wanted to see how she painted, this kind of woman is rare in the world and rare for thousands of years.

Xiao Qing was surrounded by everyone, and the scope became smaller and smaller.

And Qiao Hong was squeezed outside at this time, he was staring at his mother just now, and after seeing her write a few words with a stroke and a layout, he was shocked by his mother.

He was unconsciously attracted to his mother and wanted to get close to his mother, when was she so powerful?

Before he could take a step, he was squeezed to the back by the students who wore the same green shirts and white clothes as him, and he could no longer see his mother.

He couldn't squeeze in anymore.

He stood behind, looking at so many knowledgeable, knowledgeable, and the key to it, there were also champions who were all around his mother to ask about his mother's words, and he was a little unbalanced in his heart, that was his mother, he was blind and blind on weekdays, and he didn't know his mother's true ability.

Mother is wise and foolish, hidden deeply, why is he so blind, his mother has already written a letter to him, but he doesn't believe it, and he doesn't know anything about his mother's talent.

(End of chapter)