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Chapter 1870 It's a baby
The old man raised his head and looked towards Chunyu, a little surprised.

His eyes were vicious, and he could tell at a glance that the extremely handsome young man in front of him had an extraordinary bearing and was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Why is the old man looking for the younger generation?" Chunyu Yue asked.

"What's your name?" The old man beckoned them both to sit down.

Linghu didn't dare to sit down, so he stood.

Chunyu Yue sat down calmly and replied, "Chunyu Yue."

The old man nodded: "The surname Chunyu is relatively rare. Young man, is this red envelope given by you?"

Chunyu glanced more and nodded.

He cut the red envelope out of red paper and wrote it with his own hand, so he recognized it naturally.

The old man's eyes lit up immediately: "Young man, can you write a few more words for me to see?"

On the long table on the other side, there are many pens and inks, as well as high-quality rice paper.

Chunyu walked over, picked up a brush, glanced at the rice paper, and shook his head: "This kind of paper is not very good for writing."

The old man's eyes brightened: "What kind of paper do you think is better?"

"I'm used to using porcelain blue paper."

The more Chunyu likes to write on porcelain blue paper, but the price of this kind of paper was a luxury even in ancient times, one tael of silver per piece.

Let alone here.

I'm afraid it's hard to find the real thing.

The old man leaned over and asked eagerly: "I really have a few of them, if you like them, can you write some words for me?"

This scene almost dropped Linghu Luo's jaw.

My grandpa, who is highly respected in the army, actually shows courteousness to a boy in his twenties?
And Chun Yuyue didn't feel any anxiety at all, with a calm expression, he raised his pen, put it down, and wrote a pair.

Zhi Lanmao has lived for thousands of years, and Qin Sele has lived for a hundred years.

This is obviously a blessing to Linghu.

But the old man anxiously leaned over to look at it, and the more he looked, the happier he was: "Okay, okay, great! It's really good! I have lived for more than 80 years, and I have seen countless calligraphy and paintings, and none can compare to this one. Word!"

Linghu Luo at the side was astonished.

The old man of his family, after retirement, loves to collect and study calligraphy and paintings. Although he is not a master, he still has considerable appreciation.

His praise was too exaggerated.

Linghu Luo didn't quite believe that the 20-year-old Chun Yuyue's profound attainments would be better than those written by those masters.

"Okay, okay..." The old man was holding the pair, fascinated, as if he had found a treasure, "Find someone to frame it for me, I want to take it back and hang it in the study, and show those old men a look!"

Linghuluo knew that the smelly old men he talked about were all military leaders like him.

The corners of his mouth twitched, but he didn't dare to disobey the old man, so he respectfully agreed and reached out to take it.

The old man suddenly became angry and cursed: "Did you wash your hands? Did you wear gloves? How dare you touch Mr. Chunyu's calligraphy? If you break it, I will kick you to death!"

Linghu Luo: "..."

Is he his own grandson?
It's even worse than Chunyu Yue's casual handwriting.

"Grandpa, I left the wedding to bring someone, so can't you treat me better?" He complained.

The old man hehe: "You are so ignorant, you are still getting married, you are too old, and you are delaying the little girl!"

Linghu Luo: "..."

The old man looked at Chunyu Yue, his expression and voice instantly became friendly: "How old is Mr. Chunyu?"

"21."

"Are you married?"

(End of this chapter)