Genius cute baby, Bo Shao's pet wife is too sweet

Chapter 274
The old man sitting opposite Bo Xiaoting was his teacher, Mr. Qin Songhe.

It's just that he has retired, and he only practices calligraphy and painting by himself on weekdays, or participates in some activities.

The rest, are not interested at all.

Now when he heard that Bo Xiaoting wanted to show himself a set of words, the old man smiled and said: "In these years, except for you as a disciple who can make me think, nothing else can arouse my interest in teaching."

The implication is that he has no interest in the words that Bo Xiaoting wants to use.

A great calligrapher of his level really has a high vision, and it is difficult for someone's calligraphy to interest him.

And Bo Xiaoting was his most proud disciple, and also the smartest disciple he had ever taught.

Although it can't be said that the blue is better than the blue, but at least his words can catch my eyes.

As if he had expected him to say that, Bo Xiaoting just smiled and said, "You can read it before we talk about it."

Hearing this, Qin Songhe suddenly became interested, "You seem to be very confident that I will be interested in the words you show."

Bo Xiaoting didn't speak, but took out a piece of rice paper full of characters and handed it over.

What he brought with him was exactly what he wrote last night.

Qin Songhe glanced at him, then took it over, and looked at it carefully for a while.

"This word is too immature."

The old man hit the nail on the head, but Bo Xiaoting didn't take it seriously, "Is this the only one?"

The old man pondered for a while, and continued: "The characters are quite similar, the fonts are vigorous and powerful, they penetrate the back of the paper, and penetrate three points into wood."

Speaking of this, he raised his head to look at Bo Xiaoting, and said with a smile: "I have to say that this word is a bit like you when you were a child."

"Oh?" Bo Xiaoting raised his eyebrows.

It's good to get this evaluation.

But the old man looked at the words carefully again, and shook his head, "No, it's a little better than when you learned it."

Although the words are not very good, they are not bad, and they can catch his eyes.

Bo Xiaoting chuckled lightly and said, "I think so too."

When he read Niannian writing last night, he felt that he was better than before,

And now even his teacher thinks so, it proves that Nian Nian's handwriting is really good.

"Teacher, if I told you that this was written by a child over four years old, would you be interested?" He looked at the old man with a half-smile.

"More than four years old?" The old man was shocked, and immediately laughed: "Are you kidding me?"

It is impossible to tell that this word was written by a four-year-old child.

The old man felt that he was making himself happy.

"I didn't tease you, teacher." Bo Xiaoting repeated with a serious expression: "It was indeed written by a child over four years old."

"It's really true." The old man held the words in both surprise and joy and read them seriously.

Except for Bo Xiaoting, he had never met such a talented child before.

The old man was a little excited, "Do you know this child?"

Bo Xiaoting raised his eyebrows, "Not only do we know each other, but we are also very familiar."

"How to say?"

"He's my son."

As soon as these words came out, the old man was stunned.

He... his son? !

The old man's reaction was within Bo Xiaoting's expectation, and he continued slowly: "He just returned to China, and I accidentally discovered that his handwriting is good."

"Xiao Ting, are you kidding? How did you have a son when you were not married?" The old man was a little disbelieving.

Bo Xiaoting smiled, "Teacher, this is a long story, I will tell you slowly when I have a chance. I asked you to come out today. Besides letting you read the words, there is another important thing..."

He paused, "I would like to ask you to come out of the mountain and teach my son how to write."

(End of this chapter)