Rebirth of the Giants: The Return of the Devil's Daughter

The next morning, Wen Xinya went to Mo's house excitedly.

Mr. Mo is practicing calligraphy in the study room. The pen and ink are swaying, opening and closing, with a majestic momentum, and can be retracted freely: "Girls should be chaste and stable. No matter how many times I have said it, they are still so frizzy."

Wen Xinya stuck out her tongue at Grandpa quietly, and took her foot back abruptly as she was about to rush into the study, and then pretended to be gentle and quiet, reached out and knocked on the door twice: "Grandpa, may I come in?"

Mo Gong said without raising his head, "Come in!"

Wen Xinya quietly made a face at her grandfather before entering the study.

The study room is filled with a faint fragrance of ink. The fragrance of real good ink is not the pungent smell of ink, but the kind of ink rhyme after the elegant precipitation, with a thick and thick fragrance, which is easy to make people addicted.

Wen Xinya subconsciously lightened her steps, and walked quietly to the desk. Grandpa wrote cursive script in cursive style, with a stroke of grace, a majestic brushstroke, and a strange posture. It is like a flowing seal script. Respect.

Grandpa's calligraphy has reached a certain level.

After a while, the majestic aura on Mr. Mo's body subsided, and he picked up the pen, and the strong and awe-inspiring cursive script appeared vividly on the paper. If you look carefully, the ink is thick and dry, with many changes, and it looks natural.

Wen Xinya praised again and again: "I didn't expect grandpa's cursive writing to be more refined!"

Mr. Mo put down the pen in his hand, with a hint of nostalgia in his expression: "When I was young, I didn't like regular script, but preferred this cursive script with insolent and scribbled characters. Your great-grandfather often chased me all over the garden with a bamboo stick. son's run."

It was at that time that I learned cursive script. I always feel that when writing cursive script, there is a kind of carefree feeling. After writing, I sweat all over my body, and my whole body feels relaxed.

Wen Xinya smiled and said: "People are not frivolous, they are too young!"

In the eyes of Wen Wenya, Grandpa Guanghua is introverted and introspective. He should be as tolerant as a gentleman, with a calm demeanor, a cliff high from the shore, and a rugged character. When he was young, he was also a frivolous person.

Mr. Mo patted her on the head lightly: "Little girl, I'm making arrangements for your grandfather."

Wen Xinya grinned, pulled Grandpa's sleeve and said, "Grandpa, since you don't like regular script, how did you learn regular script that is self-made?"

Mentioning this, Old Man Mo laughed: "Your great-grandfather really can't control me, so he just left it alone. Later, once, your great-grandfather took me to visit friends, and a group of teenagers gathered together, Compared with calligraphy, I am proud of my first-hand cursive script, but cursive script is arrogant and unscrupulous, it seems to be scribbled and messy, how many people can understand it, most of them can't even recognize a few words, and finally laughed at it I draw ghosts."

Having said that, a smile appeared on his face.

Wen Xinya covered her stomach with tears and almost didn't laugh: "Grandpa, I didn't expect you to be in such a mess back then, what happened, what happened later?"

Mr. Mo laughed: "Later, when normal people lose face, all they think about is how to get the place back."

Wen Xinya laughed twitchingly, she probably knew that grandpa was ashamed in public, according to his arrogant temperament, he couldn't stand the stimulation, so the next step must be to practice regular script hard.

She felt that this incident must have something to do with her great-grandfather, who was a wonderful person.

Seeing her smiling happily, Mr. Mo naturally lost his majesty, his expression changed, and he said in a low voice: "Girls should smile sweetly and restraintly. How decent is it to smile frivolously like this?"

In fact, Mr. Mo did not ask Xinya to be a gentle and quiet lady, but ever since Xinya and Si Yiyan got together, he had a deep feeling that his granddaughter was misled by Si Yiyan, so As far as it is warm and elegant, it is a bit picky.

Wen Xinya quickly stopped smiling, but her slightly twisted face revealed her happy mood at this time.

Seeing her like this, Mr. Mo didn't want to say anything more, and asked about yesterday's daughter banquet.

Wen Xinya told Grandpa exactly what happened at the Qianjin Banquet yesterday, and finally said: "Grandpa, I have lived up to my expectations and won the leader of the Qianjin Banquet with my talents in four arts, shouldn't you?" Reward me!"

The warmth and elegance at this time is like getting a perfect score in an exam, like a child whose parents are showing off begging for sugar, full of pride overflowing on the surface, although she doesn't care about the name, but can make grandpa happy, so she won the reward from grandpa, which did not humiliate grandpa In the name, she felt very happy.

Mr. Mo said indifferently: "You're only the leader of a thousand gold banquet, and you are so proud. How do I teach you? To be open-minded and unrestrained, not to be surprised by favors or humiliations, to be humble and introspective, not to be arrogant, have you learned it from the dog's belly?"

Xinya has a high starting point, but her foundation is weak. He taught her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting not purely to teach her talent. The precipitation of love, sex, and interest seems frivolous and impetuous. Only by depositing what you have learned into your bones can you take it easy.

The warm and elegant complacent look, like a bucket of cold water being poured on the head, immediately cooled down: "Grandpa, I understand."

The expression on Mr. Mo's face relaxed: "Remember to put away your frivolity and impetuosity, and accumulate what you have learned."

Wen Xinya nodded, blinked at grandpa, and came back to life on the spot: "Grandpa, at the daughter banquet yesterday, the owner of Boyaxuan asked me about your health in public, and also mentioned grandma, do you have any friendship with her? "

Wen Xinya felt that the owner of Boyaxuan was hostile to her, and when she mentioned grandma, she also disapproved of it. She must have some grievances with the Mo family. However, grandpa and grandma are in love with each other, and the owner of Boyaxuan has resentment because of love...

Mo Gong doesn't know the content of her brain supplement, if he knows, he will definitely teach her again: "It's not about friendship, it's just that she and your grandma have always had quarrels."

Wen Xinya's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and she was full of gossip and curiosity: "What's so dirty?"

She felt that she was the truth.

Mr. Mo glanced at her and asked, "Why are you asking this?"

Mr. Mo thinks these are irrelevant matters.

Wen Xinya quickly smiled and said: "The owner of Boyaxuan is hostile to me, and I'm in the same capital, so I can't be missed like this for no reason!"

This is a good reason, Wen Xinya quietly gave herself 32 likes.

Mr. Mo said: "Back then, your grandmother and the owner of Boyaxuan both called the capital "Two Sisters of Allure". .”

Wen Xinya felt that the truth of the matter must be more than that, her eyeballs rolled around, and her eyes were filled with gossiping excitement, she felt that she had discovered some great secret.