Actor he doesn't want to be a eunuch

Chapter 223 Ordinary Scientist
Professor Yu didn't smile much.

It's not that she's hypocritical, but that she's not used to having too many expressions.

There is a word called Bingshan Beauty, which is really appropriate to describe Professor Yu 30 or [-] years ago.

Back then, there were many suitors.

As for why she married Professor Qian, who was 15 years older than her, that is another story.

Dad Qian has a marriage contract with Professor Yu's sister.

Unfortunately, something happened to Professor Yu's family.

Sister committed suicide.

Naturally, the marriage contract was over.

After Professor Yu grew up, Professor Qian's original spouse died, and a few years later, Professor Yu married the person who had been engaged to his sister.

At that time, many men in the capital were heartbroken.

Professor Yu is a very refined person.

Many so-called high-class ladies have secretly observed her, imitating her makeup, imitating her way of talking and walking.

It's a pity that most of what I learned is not very similar.

Refined doesn't mean ungrounded.

She's good at cooking.

Especially good at making dishes that Zai Zai likes to eat, such as this braised winter bamboo shoots, which are very delicious.

Qian Chen ate three bowls of rice.

I can eat more than before, and it seems that it is quite hard outside.

After lunch, Qian Chen went to take a nap as usual according to the original owner's habit.

his own room.

I thought he would not be able to fall asleep—he usually sleeps no more than five hours a day, with an average of about three hours.

Unexpectedly, he fell asleep not long after lying down.

After waking up in the afternoon, clean the room.

Write couplets and post couplets.

"Come and write, write a few more copies, I'll give one to your grandma Wang downstairs later, and the neighbor next door, Professor Dong, will also send one..." Professor Yu beckoned his son.

Qian Chen's heart skipped a beat again.

Alas, why wasn't the original owner an orphan.

The identity of an orphan is more suitable for a traverser.

There are too many places that are easy to reveal.

The original owner knows a little calligraphy, that is, amateur level, after all, he is a science major.

Professor Yu is a professor in the Department of Sociology and a doctoral supervisor. In addition, he comes from a scholarly family, and he has dabbled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

In other words, Qian Chen needs to explain the drastic change in calligraphy style.

And become more than just style.

The level is like flying across.

The original owner is an amateur, but the factory owner is not.

He can properly be called a calligrapher and painter.

And it's the kind with a very high gold content.

Qian Chen could only try his best to recall the calligraphy features of the original owner.

Temporary adjustment.

Write a couplet that has both the original owner's characteristics and the factory's style.

As for why not completely copy the original owner.

That's because Qian Chen has given away a lot of calligraphy and paintings since he arrived here.

Sooner or later they will be discovered.

It's better to show it step by step.

Qian Shoudong and Qian Dad helped cut the red paper.

A thread, straightened, can cut a large sheet of red paper to the desired size.

Professor Yu talked about the content of the couplet.

Qian Chen was in charge of writing.

The family is happy.

As for the change in Qian Chen's calligraphy style, Professor Yu has indeed discovered it.

But she made up her mind not to conflict with Zai Zai.

Have a good reunion year.

So, I didn't say anything when I saw it.

It was just that the son was dissatisfied with his own teaching and learned new calligraphy from others.

As for level.

Her cub can't be too good.

As for Dad Qian and Qian Shoudong...

They are science men.

Gifts for cultural people are relatively high-end.

Qian Chen wrote several couplets, which were given to friends by her mother.

Maybe it's because I'm not sure about my son's attitude.

In the past, at this time, she brought Qian Chen, the biggest "scientific achievement" of her life, to visit proudly.

But this time, she set off alone.

After Professor Yu left.

Qian Chen was obviously relieved.

"When are you going to leave?" Dad Qian asked.

There are some words that Professor Yu can't say.

But he said it didn't matter.

The problems facing the family seemed extremely difficult to solve.

But no matter how difficult it is, you have to find a way.

Sometimes time does not dilute everything, but makes the damage worse.

"On February [-]th, the new drama starts." Qian Chen said.

Even without booting.

He also has to leave quickly.

It's terrible to be with the original owner's family day and night.

His spirits were tense.

It is more nervous than serving Long Live God.

"It's fine, I won't keep you at home, I'll tell your mother later." Dad Qian said.

Then, the father and three began to discuss the mobile phone business again.

And Professor Yu's side.

She came downstairs with presents.

"Oh, Xiao Yu is here, please come in." Grandma Wang downstairs used to be Professor Yu's teacher.

Qian Chen was also taught by her when she was young.

"I brought you something, this is my sauce's elbow, and the couplet written by Chen Chen..."

"Ah, is Chenchen back?" Grandma Wang was surprised.

"Yes, he also brought back the pickles made by his friend. I tried it and it was delicious." Professor Yu looked as usual.

"Haha, then I really have to try." The almost 80-year-old old lady was very happy.

From the point of view of health preservation.

Elbows and pickles should not be touched by an 80-year-old man.

But she likes it.

At this point in life, there are no worries, it is better to live a more free and easy life.

"Chenchen is still a little awkward, maybe it will be fine after a while." Professor Yu took the teacher's hand and sat down.

"How can it be so simple, as stubborn as you," the old lady dispelled her illusions unceremoniously, and said with a laugh: "I have always felt that Chenchen is extraordinary, how could he be an ordinary scientist."

Normal scientist?
Professor Yu twitched the corner of his mouth.

But she just wanted her son to be a scientist.

She hopes that her son can contribute to the pot.

It's best to be like his elders of the same clan and do something that will last for thousands of years.

This is a very strange idea.

It has something to do with her background and growth process.

Teacher Wang obviously understood what she was thinking.

He said with pity: "Why bother, everyone should live for themselves, you are like this, and so is your son."

Professor Yu obviously won't be persuaded.

If he could be persuaded, he would have been persuaded for so many years.

"Chenchen's movie is pretty good, I went to see it." The old lady said.

"..." Professor Yu was already quite displeased.

In fact, she went to see it too.

But she would never talk about it, let alone discuss her son's movie with the old lady.

"It can be seen that he likes acting very much. I know some people. Would you like to make a few phone calls to ensure that Chenchen will not be bullied."

The old lady was not feeling well at all.

Professor Yu broke free and stood up.

I picked up the couplet on the table and posted it, obviously not wanting to continue this topic.

Unfortunately, the old lady is a talker.

She is alone, has no children, and basically has no relatives.

Yesterday, the nanny was driven away by her to go home for the New Year.

I didn't speak for a day, and I felt uncomfortable.

Professor Yu is here, how could he let her go.

"Ouch, this word..."

Professor Yu ignored her.

"Is this really written by Chenchen? It's not bad, it's much better than yours."

Although Professor Yu did not speak.

But the mood immediately improved.

"This calligraphy has the artistic conception of Taoist Songxue." The old lady is obviously a big expert.

Although Qian Chen has tried very hard to hide his clumsiness.

Half of it uses the original owner's writing method, and the other half hides its head and shows its tail.

It was still easy to find the roots.

"I didn't teach it." Professor Yu carefully studied these words.

Is it really that good?
The old lady was holding a pickle in her hand, biting it creakingly, and said vaguely:

"A child has his own nature. No matter how you shape him, he will live the way he wants. Perhaps, he will not become the scientist you want, but a calligrapher with a long history. Isn't that good? Is it?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter 223 Ordinary Scientist
Professor Yu didn't smile much.

It's not that she's hypocritical, but that she's not used to having too many expressions.

There is a word called Bingshan Beauty, which is really appropriate to describe Professor Yu 30 or [-] years ago.

Back then, there were many suitors.

As for why she married Professor Qian, who was 15 years older than her, that is another story.

Dad Qian has a marriage contract with Professor Yu's sister.

Unfortunately, something happened to Professor Yu's family.

Sister committed suicide.

Naturally, the marriage contract was over.

After Professor Yu grew up, Professor Qian's original spouse died, and a few years later, Professor Yu married the person who had been engaged to his sister.

At that time, many men in the capital were heartbroken.

Professor Yu is a very refined person.

Many so-called high-class ladies have secretly observed her, imitating her makeup, imitating her way of talking and walking.

It's a pity that most of what I learned is not very similar.

Refined doesn't mean ungrounded.

She's good at cooking.

Especially good at making dishes that Zai Zai likes to eat, such as this braised winter bamboo shoots, which are very delicious.

Qian Chen ate three bowls of rice.

I can eat more than before, and it seems that it is quite hard outside.

After lunch, Qian Chen went to take a nap as usual according to the original owner's habit.

his own room.

I thought he would not be able to fall asleep—he usually sleeps no more than five hours a day, with an average of about three hours.

Unexpectedly, he fell asleep not long after lying down.

After waking up in the afternoon, clean the room.

Write couplets and post couplets.

"Come and write, write a few more copies, I'll give one to your grandma Wang downstairs later, and the neighbor next door, Professor Dong, will also send one..." Professor Yu beckoned his son.

Qian Chen's heart skipped a beat again.

Alas, why wasn't the original owner an orphan.

The identity of an orphan is more suitable for a traverser.

There are too many places that are easy to reveal.

The original owner knows a little calligraphy, that is, amateur level, after all, he is a science major.

Professor Yu is a professor in the Department of Sociology and a doctoral supervisor. In addition, he comes from a scholarly family, and he has dabbled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

In other words, Qian Chen needs to explain the drastic change in calligraphy style.

And become more than just style.

The level is like flying across.

The original owner is an amateur, but the factory owner is not.

He can properly be called a calligrapher and painter.

And it's the kind with a very high gold content.

Qian Chen could only try his best to recall the calligraphy features of the original owner.

Temporary adjustment.

Write a couplet that has both the original owner's characteristics and the factory's style.

As for why not completely copy the original owner.

That's because Qian Chen has given away a lot of calligraphy and paintings since he arrived here.

Sooner or later they will be discovered.

It's better to show it step by step.

Qian Shoudong and Qian Dad helped cut the red paper.

A thread, straightened, can cut a large sheet of red paper to the desired size.

Professor Yu talked about the content of the couplet.

Qian Chen was in charge of writing.

The family is happy.

As for the change in Qian Chen's calligraphy style, Professor Yu has indeed discovered it.

But she made up her mind not to conflict with Zai Zai.

Have a good reunion year.

So, I didn't say anything when I saw it.

It was just that the son was dissatisfied with his own teaching and learned new calligraphy from others.

As for level.

Her cub can't be too good.

As for Dad Qian and Qian Shoudong...

They are science men.

Gifts for cultural people are relatively high-end.

Qian Chen wrote several couplets, which were given to friends by her mother.

Maybe it's because I'm not sure about my son's attitude.

In the past, at this time, she brought Qian Chen, the biggest "scientific achievement" of her life, to visit proudly.

But this time, she set off alone.

After Professor Yu left.

Qian Chen was obviously relieved.

"When are you going to leave?" Dad Qian asked.

There are some words that Professor Yu can't say.

But he said it didn't matter.

The problems facing the family seemed extremely difficult to solve.

But no matter how difficult it is, you have to find a way.

Sometimes time does not dilute everything, but makes the damage worse.

"On February [-]th, the new drama starts." Qian Chen said.

Even without booting.

He also has to leave quickly.

It's terrible to be with the original owner's family day and night.

His spirits were tense.

It is more nervous than serving Long Live God.

"It's fine, I won't keep you at home, I'll tell your mother later." Dad Qian said.

Then, the father and three began to discuss the mobile phone business again.

And Professor Yu's side.

She came downstairs with presents.

"Oh, Xiao Yu is here, please come in." Grandma Wang downstairs used to be Professor Yu's teacher.

Qian Chen was also taught by her when she was young.

"I brought you something, this is my sauce's elbow, and the couplet written by Chen Chen..."

"Ah, is Chenchen back?" Grandma Wang was surprised.

"Yes, he also brought back the pickles made by his friend. I tried it and it was delicious." Professor Yu looked as usual.

"Haha, then I really have to try." The almost 80-year-old old lady was very happy.

From the point of view of health preservation.

Elbows and pickles should not be touched by an 80-year-old man.

But she likes it.

At this point in life, there are no worries, it is better to live a more free and easy life.

"Chenchen is still a little awkward, maybe it will be fine after a while." Professor Yu took the teacher's hand and sat down.

"How can it be so simple, as stubborn as you," the old lady dispelled her illusions unceremoniously, and said with a laugh: "I have always felt that Chenchen is extraordinary, how could he be an ordinary scientist."

Normal scientist?
Professor Yu twitched the corner of his mouth.

But she just wanted her son to be a scientist.

She hopes that her son can contribute to the pot.

It's best to be like his elders of the same clan and do something that will last for thousands of years.

This is a very strange idea.

It has something to do with her background and growth process.

Teacher Wang obviously understood what she was thinking.

He said with pity: "Why bother, everyone should live for themselves, you are like this, and so is your son."

Professor Yu obviously won't be persuaded.

If he could be persuaded, he would have been persuaded for so many years.

"Chenchen's movie is pretty good, I went to see it." The old lady said.

"..." Professor Yu was already quite displeased.

In fact, she went to see it too.

But she would never talk about it, let alone discuss her son's movie with the old lady.

"It can be seen that he likes acting very much. I know some people. Would you like to make a few phone calls to ensure that Chenchen will not be bullied."

The old lady was not feeling well at all.

Professor Yu broke free and stood up.

I picked up the couplet on the table and posted it, obviously not wanting to continue this topic.

Unfortunately, the old lady is a talker.

She is alone, has no children, and basically has no relatives.

Yesterday, the nanny was driven away by her to go home for the New Year.

I didn't speak for a day, and I felt uncomfortable.

Professor Yu is here, how could he let her go.

"Ouch, this word..."

Professor Yu ignored her.

"Is this really written by Chenchen? It's not bad, it's much better than yours."

Although Professor Yu did not speak.

But the mood immediately improved.

"This calligraphy has the artistic conception of Taoist Songxue." The old lady is obviously a big expert.

Although Qian Chen has tried very hard to hide his clumsiness.

Half of it uses the original owner's writing method, and the other half hides its head and shows its tail.

It was still easy to find the roots.

"I didn't teach it." Professor Yu carefully studied these words.

Is it really that good?
The old lady was holding a pickle in her hand, biting it creakingly, and said vaguely:

"A child has his own nature. No matter how you shape him, he will live the way he wants. Perhaps, he will not become the scientist you want, but a calligrapher with a long history. Isn't that good? Is it?"

(End of this chapter)