When he was in elementary school, Wen Qixuan won a prize in the Rubik's Cube Restoration Competition and broke the school's original record.

But how does Liang Shuang know?

Did she investigate herself? Or was her father telling her?

Father shouldn't tell all his own things, it's so annoying, how can he say so much to outsiders?

"Who did you listen to?" Wen Qixuan asked.

"The trophy is so big, it's in the living room, I'm not blind, Wen Qixuan, why are there all your elementary school awards on the cabinets, but not one in junior high school?"

Thinking too much? Wen Qixuan patted his head, how could he forget that his grandmother had to put the trophy in the most conspicuous position at the door.

"In junior high school, I was dismissive of awards." Wen Qixuan raised his eyebrows.

After the main sixth grade, grades plummeted.

But to be honest, he was inevitably despised by Liang Shuang again.

"I don't believe that there are people who don't want to win the award, can't they get it, don't you miss seeing the glorious past?" Liang Shuangcai didn't believe his son's words.

This is the same as the scumbags in the previous class, saying that it was okay to not do well in the exam, but once the progress was praised by the teacher, the tail was about to rise to the sky.

Wen Qixuan was all over his body, and he was left with a hard mouth: "I just disdain, what's so good about winning awards, I might as well play games and be a big brother in the game with this time, and have more pride." ”

"Wen Qixuan, you are too confident, let's go head-to-head on the weekend." Liang Shuang suddenly thought of a way to help Wen Qixuan quit the game.

Wen Qixuan looked incredulous: "You go head-to-head with me?" Will you? ”

"Try it and you'll know, the game is yours." Liang Shuang is in the chest.

Back then, the biggest fun I had when I was at home was playing games, besides reading books.

Wen Qixuan did not hesitate to choose the two games he was best at.

Unexpectedly, Liang Shuang didn't even want to say good.

One is more than time, whoever uses the time shorter wins, and one is better than the upper score, who has the higher score wins.

Wen Qixuan became the eldest brother in these two games.

Liang Shuang saw his son's triumphant appearance, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly, Xiaoxiao, dare to challenge her.

"Straight to the point, what's going on in the afternoon? Poetry recitation? Liang Shuang asked.

Wen Qixuan's eyes widened, and then he snorted coldly: "Poetry recitation? We won't engage in such a pediatric talent in class activities, don't do it if you can't perform, don't join in the fun, it's better to admit defeat than to go up and be ridiculed for being bad. ”

"Wen Qixuan, have you ever heard a saying that the emphasis is on participation, and if you don't have talent, you don't give up this kind of spirit is valuable." Liang Shuang immediately retorted.

The two had a war of words.

Liang Shuang was actually persuaded by Wen Qixuan.

She made a gesture to stop arguing: "Okay, don't recite, what do you say to perform?" ”

Wen Qixuan remembered that the instruments were the same, although there was no piano, he could change to other instruments, such as the erhu, which he had seen in the village, and the recorder, when Deng Sha came back, he had a recorder hanging on his schoolbag.

"Erhu or recorder." Wen Qixuan said.

Liang Shuang: "Will you?" ”

"Maybe." Wen Qixuan shrugged, "You didn't say it's about participation, try it." ”

The two went home and asked Deng Sha to borrow the recorder, and asked Grandma Deng who had an erhu, and she wanted to borrow it.

Grandma Deng led Liang Shuang to the bedroom, and there was an erhu hanging on the wall behind the bed.

The old man carefully took it off.

"Grandma, will you? Sure enough, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, grandma, you can teach me. Liang Shuang said in surprise.

"Well, I've heard about the mission, and I'm going to go over in the evening, and I'll teach you a simple tune."

"Sasha can play the flute, but her mouth is broken, and she can't teach you."

Wen Qixuan patted his chest when he saw the words on the paper and said, "No need to teach, I will, Auntie, let's decide on a tune, practice each one first, and then play together." ”

"Yes."

[Sister Shuang pulls the erhu? For Mao, I am not used to seeing Sister Shuang sitting solemnly]

[Grandma Deng listens well]

[Grandma Deng definitely had a story when she was young]

[Help, there is finally something that the young lady won't know, don't pull it, the ears are going to be wasted]

Liang Shuang knows the music score, and Grandma Deng has also taught her how to move the bow, obviously she understands it, and the direction is not wrong, why is it so ugly?

She tried a few times, but she still didn't want to harm her neighbors.

The woman put down the erhu: "Grandma, pull it down again, I guess everyone's ears will be ruined by me." ”

Liang Shuang sat with his back on his back and chirping.

Grandma Deng was also puzzled, the posture was right, the technique was right, the score was not wrong, and the direction was even more correct, but why was the voice completely different from herself?

Wen Qixuan covered his ears: "This is a talent, it's a knife to kill people." ”

[I'm so afraid that Grandma Deng's other ear will be deaf by Liang Shuang]

[Temporarily pulled over to perform, the program team can really do it, half a day to prepare, what can you prepare]

[Temporary notice can only see everyone's adaptability, but also to see how everyone's foundation is]

[Actually, Liang Shuang can perform acrobatics, she can drift on three wheels, I've seen it]

[Upstairs is black powder, hahahaha]

[Could it be that talents can only think of singing, dancing, and musical instruments, and nothing else? 】

Liang Shuang got inspiration from the barrage.

That's right, it's not enough to perform calligraphy.

Brushes and rice paper are available everywhere.

"Wen Qixuan, you play the flute, and I write calligraphy."

Liang Shuang asked Grandma Deng to put away the erhu.

She went to the villager's house and borrowed pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Spread out rice paper on the table.

Liang Shuang waved the brush and did it in one go.

Although Wen Qixuan couldn't tell what the words were, he felt that the strokes that were connected together had a unique sense of art.

"Abstractionist?" Wen Qixuan thought that Liang Shuang then drew a few words.

"Invincible." Liang Shuang read it word by word.

After knowing what words to read, I read them again, and sure enough, I understood them all at once.

"Liang Shuang created his own font, it's not bad, of course, it's too simple to write only four words, I'm going to write a pair of "Lanting Collection Preface" at night, the words are too small, help me spell it."

Wen Qixuan knew that during the calligraphy class, the teacher showed it a lot, not to mention writing it with a brush, and now he can't memorize it, Liang Shuang shouldn't find the content on his mobile phone, so he copied it directly.

"You want to copy it?"

"Hmm." Liang Shuang nodded in acquiescence.

She memorized this text backwards, but she wanted to surprise everyone, so she didn't say it.

Grandma Deng gave a thumbs up.

Deng Sha couldn't take his eyes off at all.

[What is written, let me see]

[Write "Lanting Collection Preface" at night? ] How long does that have to be written? 】

[Family, go and see the crane]

[Hehe fought with his father, practicing two-person turning]

[Wow! 】

The fans left a little bit in an instant.

Family No. 3.

Lu Shao'an thought about it, and he had to do something different.

Only by being open-minded can it become a big thing, he and Lu He not only perform a two-person turn, but also have to dress up as a man.

He didn't believe it, and he couldn't get on the hit.

Lu He was holding a fan in his hand, full of reluctance.

Isn't it just a blind box gift package, what's there to fight for?

(End of chapter)