Bo Shao's apex is a boss

Chapter 290 He really looks like his grandma
Mu Jiu's eyes didn't change, and he said softly, "Grandpa, since the second elder brother is here to visit you, it's out of kindness, let him come with you."

"You, I don't know what they're thinking, but you, who don't fight or grab, are just like your father, hey." The old man sighed and waved his hands, "Forget it, I didn't do anything anyway, Let him come to the study to find us."

"Grandpa said so." Mu Jiu agreed lightly, and followed the old man into the study.

After a while, a sunny and handsome man came in from the outside, wearing casual clothes, looking full of energy, "Grandpa, hey, the third brother is also here, what a coincidence, we all want to go together."

"En." Mu Jiu replied lightly, noticing the gloomy eyes of the man, and a smile appeared on his lips, it seemed that he had a lot of dissatisfaction with her.

"I just want to practice calligraphy with your third brother. You just came, so let's write and see if you have improved in the past few years." Mu Zheng took out a few pieces of paper and said softly.

"Okay, it just so happened that I recently practiced a new font and wrote it for my grandpa." Mu Fei smiled brightly on his handsome face.

"The third brother has written well since he was a child. He is the best among our three brothers. Grandpa often praised you when he was young. I don't know how it is now. The second brother also wants to read it again!" It seems that something came to mind , Mu Fei turned his gaze to Mu Jiu and said with a smile.

Mu Zheng frowned, and glanced at the butler, with a trace of irritability in his eyes.

The butler silently wiped his sweat and took a few steps back.

"Naturally no problem." Mu Jiu brows and eyes are indifferent, leaning against the wall lazily, "Then second brother write first, I will appreciate it first."

"Okay, I need my third brother to give me some advice then." Mu Fei smiled and picked up his pen, and sat down.

Correctly written regular script, the characters are correct and the pen is sharp.

After finishing a poem, Mu Zheng's brows eased, "Well, the writing is pretty good, Xiao Jiu, it's your turn, don't let Grandpa down."

Mu Jiu glanced lazily. The writing was pretty good. It seemed that he had put in a lot of hard work. He looked around and walked to the place where the pen was hung, "Grandpa, I use a brush to write. I usually write this correct character. I don’t write very much, I always feel that it’s not suitable for me.”

"up to you."

He came back with the brush, it was a good Langhao brush, he glanced at the clean grinder on the table, and looked sideways, "Second brother, don't you mind grinding some ink for me?"

"Of course I don't mind." Mu Fei responded with a smile, gritted his teeth, approached, opened the ink, poured it into the grinding disc, and rubbed it lightly. After a while, he put down the thing and chuckled, "Third brother, come and write , don't waste the second brother's grinding ink."

Mu Jiu's eyes narrowed slightly, she didn't answer the words, dipped in the ink a little, took the rice paper, looked at the paintings hanging on the wall, lowered her eyes, and dropped a poem.

"Okay, come and have a look." A few minutes later, he moved his position slightly and said softly.

"Writing so fast?" Mu Fei was also startled, and then stepped forward a few steps, seeing the handwriting on the rice paper, his pupils shrank.

"Hahaha, it's well written, with the style I used to have." Beside him, the old man's hearty laughter sounded, "The pen is sharp, vigorous and powerful, and the writing is smooth and smooth. It's perfect in one go."

Mu Jiu was not humble either, she silently followed the old man and nodded her head, but she was still modest, "Grandpa praised it absurdly."

"You, look, the handwriting is so good, I didn't know how to write a birthday poem for grandpa yesterday, you are a little heartless." Mu Zheng scolded with a smile, glanced at the poem, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "This Where did you find the poem?"

"My words are worthless. Is it perfunctory to write to grandpa? This poem, I wrote it casually. If grandpa likes it, I can give it to grandpa." Mu Jiu's eyes were very pale, and he looked down at the rice paper, casual road.

"Hehe, the third brother really likes to joke. Could it be that the third brother came up with this poem on the spot?" Mu Fei forced a smile on his lips, watching the conversation between the grandpa and grandson next to the rice paper, as if he was superfluous of.

"Well, almost." Hearing the voice, Mu Jiu looked back, said casually, and pointed to the painting, "I saw that painting just now, and I wrote it down when I felt it. Isn't the second brother envious?"

Mu Fei: "..."

"The artistic conception of this poem is very close to that of that painting. Grandpa likes it very much." The old man said, his eyes darkened, and he glanced at the painting on the wall, with a trace of longing in his eyes.

"Grandpa, come and write too. It's been a long time since I saw what Grandpa wrote." Mu Jiu dipped in the ink and handed out the pen.

Mu Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, he glanced at Mu Jiu who was smiling lightly beside him, he was in a daze for a while, he responded, took the pen, took the rice paper again, re-transcribed the poem just now, and said with a smile , "This poem is well written, it has the literary talent of your grandma back then."

"Grandma?" Hearing this word, Mu Jiu was stunned for a moment. There were very few pictures of grandma in her memory. Basically, it was grandpa teaching her, while grandma was sitting on the side smiling and looking at her.

She died of illness when she was three years old.

"Well, your grandma also likes to write poems. She always likes to sing poems by herself. I love painting, which coincides with your grandma."

"I still remember the poems my grandma recited to us when we were young. At that time, my third brother was only a little older." Mu Fei said with a smile and gestured casually.

Hearing this, Mu Jiu's eyes turned slightly cold, "Second brother has a really good memory."

"The third brother has won the award." Mu Fei smiled, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, it's time to eat, let's go out." Mu Zheng looked a little tired, waved his hand, and said.

"Ah."

……

main hall.

The butler silently retreated to a corner after serving the dishes.

"Xiao Jiu finally came here, eat more." Mu Zheng said with a calm expression.

Mu Fei sat on the side, "Yeah, the third brother hasn't been here for a long time, and I don't know if the food here suits my appetite. Remember to come to the second brother's house for dinner."

"Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep, second brother should eat well." Mu Jiu's eyes wrinkled slightly, and said coldly.

"..."

After the meal, Mu Jiu wiped her mouth with a tissue and stood up, "Grandpa, I still have something to do at the company, so I'll go back first, and I'll see you another day."

"Okay, go get busy if you have something to do, I have nothing to do here, come when you are free."

"Ah."

After Mu Jiu left, Mu Zheng called the housekeeper, glanced at the man who was still sitting beside him, "Xiao Fei, you should go back too, I'm tired."

"Okay, grandpa, please pay attention to your body, I'll go back first." Mu Fei got up and said following the words.

When everyone left, the old man walked back to the study slowly, ordered the housekeeper to take down the painting, and said with emotion, "Old Cheng, among so many children, Jiu'er is the one who resembles her the most. It's a pity that she's a boy. If it's a girl, I'm sure It will be very similar to her."

"Sir, don't think too much, young master is filial, and will be by your side in the future." The butler sighed and said.

"Hey."

(End of this chapter)