spend your youth with you

Chapter 21 I Will
"Ye Yao is studying calligraphy in the Children's Palace. He writes very well, and he is the first to complete every homework!"

Su Hao replied with a smile, with a kind of pride in his tone.

Ye Yao blushed slightly and stood up.

With his hands behind his back, Grandpa Shen looked at him expressionlessly, then at the writing on the ground, and said, "Come with me."

After all, he turned around and left, as if he didn't care whether he would follow or not.

"Okay..." Ye Yao glanced at Su Haohao.

"Hey, come on, come on, Grandpa Shen won't eat you again."

Seeing that Ye Yao was still a little hesitant, Su Haohao stepped forward and pulled him away.

The two followed Grandpa Shen into a small study.

The study is very clean, the light is soft and bright, calligraphy and paintings are pasted everywhere, the innermost one is a big wooden bookshelf, in front is a wooden table, on which are spread pens, inks, papers and inkstones, next to the table is a smooth wooden armchair.

There is a faint fragrance of ink floating in the air.

Ye Yao watched quietly with a pair of bright eyes.

"It smells so good..." Su Haohao gulped down his saliva and murmured uncontrollably.

"You snack!" Grandpa Shen scoffed at her with an angry smile, then looked at Ye Yao beside her, and said lightly, "Come here."

"Go, go." Su Hao pushed Ye Yao's back and walked over.

Grandpa Shen walked to the desk, picked up a brush placed on the inkstone, dipped it in ink, and handed it to him: "Come, write a few words casually."

Ye Yao hesitated for a moment, pinched it with her small hand, then stepped on the rice paper with one hand, and wrote on it with the other hand.

Grandpa Shen originally had his hands behind his back and held a contemptuous attitude, but with every stroke he made, his expression gradually changed.

He couldn't help opening his eyes wide and looked down.

Ye Yao focused on his expression, holding the pen in his small hand, flicking and swiping, hooking back to the front, upright.

After a while, Ye Yao stopped writing, and he finished the four characters of "Hou De Zai Wu", and he put down the pen.

Grandpa Shen wanted to glue his eyes to the paper.

On the rice paper, the four characters "Hou De Zai Wu" run smoothly and smoothly, and the writing is like a cloud of smoke, clean and neat, without muddy water. Although the strength is still a little immature, you can faintly see the demeanor of the master.

This is by no means something that can be learned and practiced hard.

this kid...

In addition to his passion for martial arts, Grandpa Shen is also a half-hearted calligraphy enthusiast. He likes to collect the original works of masters. Whenever he hears about a calligraphy exhibition, he has to go there even if it is windy or rainy.

It was so easy for him to discover a little genius...

Seeing Grandpa Shen's eyes fixed on the rice paper, Ye Yao couldn't help but look at Su Haohao.

Su Haohao tilted his head: "Grandpa Shen, did Ye Yao not write well?"

"Uh, okay, okay!" Grandpa Shen came back to his senses, straightened up immediately, touched the beard on his chin in a concealed manner, coughed, looked at Ye Yao, tried to restrain his excitement and said, "You will come later!" Anyway, I’m bored, so I’ll just write a few brush characters here.”

Ye Yao opened his mouth.

"Why, don't you want to?" Grandpa Shen's face darkened, and he asked with two thick black eyebrows raised.

"No, no, I am willing." Ye Yao was afraid that he would drive Grandpa Shen out if he didn't agree, so he quickly shook his head and replied.

Grandpa Shen was satisfied now.

In this way, Grandpa Shen finally accepted Ye Yao as an "outsider". Every time they practiced boxing outside, Ye Yao would sit inside on a high wooden chair and write calligraphy, and he could see outside when he looked up.

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