Binding system, I became the richest man

In the magnificent modern hall, these things immediately showed the cultural heritage, just like the sudden sound of the piano played by Mingyue. These things handed down from ancient times represent the civilization of the Chinese land.

The man who presented the Duan inkstone did not expect that Mr. He really listened to his daughter's words.

Mr. He was about to write, and people gathered around him.

Mingyue noticed that the girl who first wished the birthday slowly moved towards the eldest senior brother.

Mo Hengzhi noticed that her eyes were not on the center of the crowd. He followed her gaze and found that it was on a woman, then he withdrew his gaze.

Mingyue didn't look at him any further and turned to Mr. He.

Several old men picked up their pens and started writing, their works were majestic and fluent.

Small seal script, running script, cursive script, and official script.

Mingyue couldn't help but be amazed.

Calligraphy sounds simple, as if you can just hold a brush and pick up some rice paper and start.

But it is easy to get started, but difficult to go deeper.

In the five thousand years of cultural heritage, our writing heritage is also very old. In the development of calligraphy, many fonts and styles have been left behind.

It can be said that calligraphy today is flourishing and all-encompassing.

What Mingyue lacks the least is time. She studied in space and has studied all kinds of fonts and writing styles.

Calligraphy is about learning by analogy. If you master one thing, you will master a hundred things.

Mingyue first practiced regular script, then running script, and then cursive script. She calmed down and went into the space to study whenever she had time, so she was very familiar with these. Now she has muscle memory and can write fluently.

As the birthday boy, Mr. He left his last words.

“Why can’t I understand what’s written?”

“I seem to be able to understand what Mr. He wrote.”

"It's normal not to understand. I don't understand it either."

Laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the doorway. Today, I am lucky to see these old men who rarely show up to show their works. I am very lucky.

As soon as the pen and ink fell, they came over.

"The strokes are vigorous and powerful, and the tip of the brush is like a knife edge..."

Someone stood aside and muttered excitedly, but did not dare to touch it with his hand outstretched for fear of dirtying the calligraphy.

He looked at Mr. He and wanted to ask for a piece of calligraphy, but finally gave up.

After all, this is someone else's birthday party. He came to give gifts, not to ask for things, so it's not appropriate.

"Then we wish Mr. He a long and healthy life!"

The elders left their writings.

"Thank you all for giving me this honor. I will accept your calligraphy."

After all, Mr. He is old, and his voice reveals his old age, but he laughs heartily.

"nature"

They can live to this age, which shows that they are very insightful. They don't make money from writing, so giving it to close friends is a good place to go.

The man who had delivered the Duan inkstone to him was afraid that his rude daughter would be criticized, so he took his daughter and hid behind the crowd.

Fortunately, Mr. He had no intention of pursuing the matter and seemed to look at them.

"Hengzhi, do you want to come up and try?"

Old Master He looked expectant. His grandson had been learning calligraphy from him since he was young. He wondered if he had made any progress recently.

If it was the elderly who paid attention to him before, now Mo Hengzhi has attracted the attention of young people.

They also wanted to know how good this business genius was at calligraphy.

These children from wealthy families have learned some skills to a certain extent.

There are people who know calligraphy.

In the past they would also be willing to show off their talents in front of others, but now is different. Just now, masters like Mr. He showed off their calligraphy, so they didn't dare to step forward.

It is said that throwing a brick can attract jade, but now it is actually throwing "jade" to attract bricks, and they are the bricks.

They didn't dare to step forward and were naturally curious about what Mo Hengzhi would do next.

Mingyue let go of Mo Hengzhi's hand, and he walked calmly to Mr. He.

Mingyue also came behind Mr. He and stood beside He Wang.

"I'm sorry for making a fool of myself"

It is really thanks to Mr. He that I can get a humble word from Mr. Mo.

Young people crowded around, wanting to see how accomplished this man who was so successful in the business world was in calligraphy.

Mingyue had been to Mo Hengzhi's study in the Mo family's old house before, and there were his writings in it, which were naturally good.

"Brother, why don't you try?"

Mingyue asked softly.

"You really think too highly of me. My calligraphy is pretty good as an amateur, but not good enough here."

Although He Wang was speaking self-deprecatingly, his face remained calm.

Even though this person is reserved, he is also extremely confident.

Mo Hengzhi was very fast. He picked up the pen and wrote a piece of calligraphy in one stroke. His brushstrokes were smooth without any hesitation.

"Good, good, good!"

Mr. He smiled happily, and the other old men present applauded without reservation.

Looking at Mo Hengzhi, I couldn't help but like him more.

——"I didn't expect that Mr. Mo, who reeks of money, has such cultural background."

Someone sighed.

——"It's so funny, how can Mr. Mo smell like money?"

Naturally, some people felt uncomfortable when they heard someone say this about Mo Hengzhi.

——"Do you understand the point? I am praising him."

The young man didn't expect that he would be attacked by everyone because of a casual remark he made.

——"Haha, who among those who can come to Mr. He's birthday banquet doesn't have some family background? According to what you said, most of them reek of money. Aren't you even more reeking of money?"

——"I was wrong, I'll shut up, I stink the most."

The young man raised his hands in surrender, he really couldn't win the argument with these people.

——"You were wrong in the first place, don't act like we're bullying you. If that's not called being full of the stench of money, then that's the fragrance of money. Without money, do you still want cultural heritage?"

The man knew he was in the wrong and could only admit his mistakes repeatedly.

Here, Mo Hengzhi had already retreated behind Mr. He amid everyone's admiration.

"Your grandson is excellent"

Those who came to celebrate the birthday included those who were on good terms with Mr. He and those who were his sworn enemies.

If you ask why I came, it’s because I wanted to see that my rival has grown a year older and find an opportunity to make fun of him.

People always say that the old man is just a child. He just wants to make people unhappy over trivial matters.

When Mr. He saw him speak, his face changed and he instantly guessed that his next words would definitely not be good.

We just showed him calligraphy together, and he naturally showed it to me out of courtesy.

Now start finding fault.

"I guess your granddaughter-in-law is also an excellent child."

If it were anyone else, Mr. He would think he was giving a sincere compliment, but this old man just thought it was a weasel paying a New Year's greeting to a chicken with no good intentions.

"Yueyue is of course excellent"

Although he didn't know much, both the He family and the Mo family had a fine tradition of protecting their own shortcomings.

Since his grandson has brought Mingyue to his birthday party, she must be a member of his He family.

"I think so too. Why not show off your skills? Since you are here to celebrate your birthday, you might as well write a congratulatory message. It will be appropriate to the occasion."

Mr. He's face turned even darker. Don't force him to curse on such a happy day. Isn't that giving this old man too much face?

The old man looked at Mr. He with great interest. He mentioned Mingyue to embarrass Mr. He.

After all, the younger generations of the He family are good in various fields. Even the youngest, He Jin, is a well-known academic master in college.

Then let’s start with this unfamiliar girl.

"Do you have any shame?"

Even Mr. He’s years of upbringing couldn’t suppress his urge to curse.

"Yueyue, can you play the guqin?"

He asked rhetorically.

——"That's right, the guqin is so good and she looks so good, she is already excellent."

——"Yes, calligraphy is not something that everyone needs to be able to do."

The old man was not angry when being criticized by Mr. He, but just watched with a smile.

"Grandpa, I am sorry for making a fool of myself."

Mingyue said the same thing as Mo Hengzhi.

When she walked in front of the crowd, everyone thought her appearance was even more stunning, shining brightly under the lights.

If the same sentence comes from Mo Hengzhi's mouth, everyone will think it is self-deprecation, but if it comes from Mingyue's mouth, they will think it is the truth.

Although Mingyue looks calm, people don't really believe in her strength unless she shows off her skills.

Mingyue naturally didn't care about other people's opinions, but when she came to celebrate a birthday, her priority was to make the birthday boy happy, so she stood up.

Mingyue stepped forward and took up the pen.

——"This looks like an amateur."

——"Indeed, the posture is not correct at all."

......

The people who already distrusted Mingyue's abilities looked at her with critical eyes.

Mr. He and the others were already looking at this side with a smile on their faces, without saying anything.

People who have practiced calligraphy for a long time will know that posture is not important, and tools are not important either.

Some people can write calligraphy while dancing with silk, and some people can write beautiful words on the sand by just picking up a dead branch.

In a narrow sense, calligraphy is the writing of Chinese characters with a brush.

That is to say, it is a common but broadly speaking artistic expression form that uses unique text structure, layout and composition to achieve the beauty of text.

Therefore, calligraphy is not limited to standing posture, pen holding posture, writing tools, etc.

Therefore, people like Mr. He would not think that Mingyue has no foundation in calligraphy just because of her casual posture.

"How about Yueyue's calligraphy?"

Mother Mo came to Mo Hengzhi and asked in a low voice.

She didn't care whether Mingyue could do it or not, because even if she couldn't, she would protect her.

"Yueyue is good at painting, so calligraphy should be no problem either."

Mo Heng knew that Mingyue would never do anything without confidence, and he was unwilling to look away from the woman not far away for even a second.

Mother Mo looked at her son who seemed to be concentrating and did not disturb him any further.

The bright moon has set, and the people around have stopped talking. No matter how much they talk, it is better to wait for the result.

I saw her picking up the pen with a smile and writing on the blank space.

It is simply a stroke of the brush, with the words falling on the paper like clouds and smoke.

Watching her write is like painting, with the ink smudged, some thick, some thin, some hard, some soft.

I don’t know how that delicate and fair little hand could hold the brush and wield it with the momentum of a warrior’s sword.

The strokes of his pen are gentle yet firm.

Her handwriting reflects her personality. She looks gentle on the outside, but is strong, resolute and angular on the inside.

Such momentum is not something that ordinary people can possess, which shows that he is a person with a truly broad mind.

"And be glad with all your heart, and be glad with all your heart forever."

A lot of people have already written birthday messages, so Mingyue will just write a blessing to please the occasion.

"it is good!"

As soon as he put pen to paper, Mr. He led the applause.

As Mingyue started to write, he knew that his grandson's girlfriend was an expert. He had been silent, suppressing his excitement for fear of disturbing Mingyue who was writing.

Now he couldn't hold it in any longer and took a big step forward.

If Mo Hengzhi could achieve such success at such a young age, it was due not only to his own talent but also to his training.

The little girl in front of her was the one that really surprised her and made her overjoyed.

People in the know naturally know that Mingyue has great attainments in calligraphy. Looking at Mo Hengzhi and then looking at Mingyue, it is really a match made in heaven.

They all guessed that Mingyue was probably a descendant of a scholarly family, who was good at playing the guqin and calligraphy.

They have never seen him in the Beijing circle, so he is probably from somewhere else.

"Ah Jin, this little junior sister is really multi-talented."

Wu Xiao couldn't help but sigh, feeling that he was the most useless among his fellow brothers and sisters, as he didn't know anything except music.

"You just know"

Bai Jin looked at his junior sister surrounded by the crowd with a smile on his face.

He has always known the abilities of this junior sister.

So when Mingyue came forward he was not nervous, but was waiting for the surprise she would bring them.

So everything was as expected.

"I'll frame this calligraphy and put it in my study."

It can be seen that Mr. He really likes it.

This sentence is selected from the Book of Songs, so it is naturally appropriate to hang it in your home.

Mingyue walked forward neither servilely nor arrogantly, and came down gracefully, which perfectly interpreted the saying "not to be happy with things nor to be sad with oneself".

The old man who had suggested that she go forward to show off also shut up completely, and just looked at Mr. He, feeling a little depressed. This old guy really got the upper hand, the younger generation is excellent, and now this grandson's girlfriend is also outstanding among a group of young people.

After the birthday party, Mingyue was invited by Mo's mother to go to the Mo family's old house. However, Mingyue refused because she had to go to school the next day.

After the guests left, Mo Hengzhi was preparing to send Mingyue back first.

"Yueyue, look at me"

At this time, Mother Mo took out her cell phone, and Mingyue and Mo Hengzhi held hands and turned to look at the camera at the same time.

"Perfect"

Mother Mo gave them an OK sign and gave them a girlish wink.

She didn't expect any response from her old cadre-like son. After all, she had raised him for more than 20 years and she knew his temper very well.

However, the girl opposite responded with a big smile and gave her a heart.

"Ahhh, this is so adorable, why don't I have a daughter?"

Mingyue and Mo Hengzhi both disappeared from sight, and only then did Mo's mother escape from the shock of Mingyue's beauty.

Father Mo's arms took all the pain and were bruised purple from being pinched.

"It's not impossible if you want."

Father Mo leaned close to Mother Mo's ear and spoke ambiguously.

"That's right. She's a daughter-in-law after all. She's no different from a daughter."

Mother Mo ignored the man beside her and spoke to herself.

"You like us to have a baby"

Dad Mo took Mom Mo's hand and whispered.

Mother Mo realized what he meant just now, her face turned red, and she scolded in a low voice:

"Get lost, how old are you? I thought you were young!"

She quickened her pace, shook off Mo's father and walked out.

Dad Mo followed and hugged Mom Mo to coax her gently.

The He family was the last to leave, and it was already very late when they got home.

"This is a gift from my sister and brother-in-law."

Uncle He said.

Many people came to give gifts. Some looked at them on the spot, while others took them back with the packaging.

Mr. and Mrs. Mo naturally looked at it on the spot. The gift they gave was very valuable, a jade plate.