Mr. Lin opened it and took a rough look and called out a few good words. After he finished speaking, he didn't say a word. He took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, wiped it carefully with a handkerchief, and held the copybook to ponder.

What Jiang Chiyue sent was a copy of Su Shi's "Cold Food Post", also known as "Huangzhou Cold Food Post". As the name suggests, it was made by Su Shi during the Cold Food Festival in the third year when he was demoted to Huangzhou. The whole poem is desolate, sentimental, melancholy and lonely, Known as "the third running script in the world".

Huang Tingjian wrote at the end of this poem: "This book is also written by Yan Lugong, Yang Shaoshi, and Li Xitai. Try to make Dongpo do it again, but it may not be as good as this."

The fate of "Cold Food Post" was ill-fated. Most of the few replicas that survived in the world were collected by national museums with international reputation. Occasionally, rumors circulated in the market, saying that there was a copy of "Cold Food Post" in a large auction. It is difficult to tell whether the news is true or false, but where the real product is is also a mystery for a while.

The painting that Jiang Chiyue sent was copied by himself. The original grandfather was also a fellow man. In the early years, there were many old objects in the family collection, and one of them was imitated by his grandfather himself. He kept it for his own appreciation and study. .

Later, these things were left to his mother Jiang Yu, and Jiang Yu left them to his only son, Jiang Chiyue.Jiang Chiyue had nothing to do at home, so she dug out her things and saw it by chance.

Mr. Lin looked at the words with a magnifying glass for a long time before he looked up, his face was full of surprise, and praised Jiang Chiyue: "The transformation is changeable, natural, uneven, and varied. Good words!"

Jiang Chiyue smiled: "It's good that you don't dislike it, it's all a work of practice, please give me more advice."

The old man waved his hand: "Little friend's calligraphy attainments are a bit higher than the old man's. Why should I use the old man to teach me, let's learn from each other!" The address became so fresh and natural without affectation.

The last time was cursive, this time it was regular script, it seems that he is good at more than one kind.

The old man was still sighing in his heart. Hearing that this kid has gone to the entertainment industry to become a star, what a pity, what a pity!

So, under Jiang Chiyue's surprised eyes, the old man called a few fellows on the spot: "Old Liu, it's me, Lao Lin, and I got a good letter here, which was given to me by a little friend. Just come to my house and have a look! It’s rare!”

After making several phone calls in a row, the old man smiled, showing a look of watching the show.He raised his eyebrows proudly to Jiang Chiyue: "Open your eyes, you guys. Last time I said that you wrote the words yourself and sent them to me, but the words were dry. I don't believe you are less than twenty, and you said I always like to brag when I invest, hey, how annoying you are, the old man asked the Zhou family boy, the Zhou family boy has never lied about this matter, so how can there be a lie?"

Jiang Chiyue thought, okay, old boy, old boy, it really makes sense.

In less than four or ten minutes, the old man's study gathered five tall, short, fat, thin, and gray-haired old men with different characteristics. When they saw Jiang Chiyue sitting in Old Lin's study, they pointed at Jiang Chiyue and asked, "" Is this the young genius that Lao Lin was talking about? Come on, let’s not talk nonsense, let’s show us some old guys on the spot.”

Jiang Chiyue wasn't stage-frightened either, and showed her skills on the spot.

A few old men have bright eyes and a bright heart. From the posture of the young man holding the pen, he knows that he has a solid foundation.When Jiang Chiyue made the first stroke, someone even applauded: "Stippling Lu Feng into the paper, good!"

When Jiang Chiyue finished writing, she immediately commented more bluntly: "The big and small meet, the combination of retraction and release, the density is appropriate, and the shade is blended. It is a rare masterpiece! My little friend is just like what Lao Lin said. genius!"

For this level of commercial flattery, Jiang Chiyue has long been familiar with it. Back then in the palace, the people below had heard even more nasty flattery. In order to gain his approval, even the subordinates said on the spot that they would go back to the palace with him. "Warming his feet at the end of the bed every night, it's not surprising to hear it now.

I even feel that this is where it is, it's too subtle an illusion.

Flattery is nothing but flattery, a few people sincerely approve of Jiang Chiyue's words, this thing can't be faked, if you see the real chapter under your hand, you will know if it is there as soon as you make a move.

Obviously, Jiang Chiyue has it, and everyone thinks he does.

So, a few old people and a young man exchanged ideas in the study for two hours, until the butler came in and gently reminded: "It's time to rest and have a meal by the way." The few people gradually stopped talking and went to the table for dinner.

As a result, there was no idle time between meals, and someone said: "Look at this bean sprouts, does it look like a word?"

A few people fell into the fennel bean fennel in an instant. In the debate about how many ways to write, Jiang Chiyue was simply amazed, and deeply admired the current elderly. Are they so energetic?

He even had a sense of urgency that he didn't practice the exercises hard enough, and he secretly made up his mind that he must practice hard when he turned around, otherwise he would find that he was the only one of his peers walking slowly in the park with a cane when he was old. People either go climbing to watch the sunrise, or skydive to shoot videos. Thinking about it makes me very angry.

In fact, Jiang Chiyue underestimated the ability of the internal method taught by the masters in the past, not to mention that he can walk like flying in his seventies and eighties. , no problem at all.

To be honest, Jiang Chiyue felt that it was a sweet burden to chat with a few old men. Academically, the other party regarded him as an equal peer. He treated him like a child, all of them showed gossip, and stared at him with bright eyes.

I just heard someone ask: "Xiao Jiang, at this age, does he have a girlfriend? Shall I introduce one to you? He has a good temper, a gentle personality, good looks, and he is still the same age. He usually practices two strokes of calligraphy. It can be regarded as a common hobby. Here's a business card for you?"

Jiang Chiyue shook her head dryly, and gave an answer that made several old people hold their hearts: "I don't have a girlfriend, but I have a daughter."

Under the gazes of several people looking over at the same time, he calmly added: "Five years old."

After a while, Elder Lin slowly opened his mouth: "I heard Xing Chui mention a few words about your situation. It's not that you're not married! You're not married and you don't have a girlfriend, you're just single. Young people nowadays, be tolerant. Very well, you are excellent, it’s not a big deal!”

When Jiang Chiyue heard this, she felt that no matter what level of old people they are, at this age, they all have a honeyed attachment to being a matchmaker.

Still shaking his head under the eager eyes of several people: "Now I just want to raise my daughter. Besides, I'm still young. It's too early to talk about these things now, there is no rush."

The old men choked, thinking, they are still young!It's a good age to go to college.

In the end, one of them did not give up and added: "It's okay, tell me when you reach the age when you want to fall in love, my family has many excellent juniors, and I will introduce you when the time comes."

As he said that, he added a sentence calmly: "It doesn't matter whether there are men or women."

Jiang Chiyue coughed, but the other elderly people were very calm. They still wondered if he was rare and strange. At one time, he felt that his mentality was not tolerant enough, so he conducted a deep self-criticism education in his heart.

In the end, with the five people including Mr. Lin, they were very harmonious and good, and added WeChat friends, and Mr. Lin pulled him into a group called "New and Elderly Group of Six", only under the impatience of several people leave.

Jiang Chiyue looked at the group he had just joined, and there were countless groups of message groups to share in an instant, and he was very entangled in whether to block the group messages.

What - don't eat it for dinner, you have to quit it no matter how you like it, you must watch it!

At first glance, it looks like someone sucked fans.

What - notice!What happened yesterday!There are still many people who don't know!

——Today is Ma Huateng’s birthday, forward this message and your QQ login will immediately become a sun or your account will automatically send 30 Q coins!

There are too many to enumerate, now Jiang Chiyue didn't get entangled, and simply clicked to block the group messages.

Before blocking it, he kindly reposted to the group a post Zhou Ke posted yesterday - the classic cases of middle-aged and elderly people in the top ten routines.

After doing everything to hide his merits and fame, he followed the butler all the way to Mrs. Lin's yard.

When they arrived, Yuan Bao was rolling on the carpet with Mrs. Lin's West Highland White Terrier. The little dog was being bullied by Yuan Bao and barked. Let her take a ride.

Jiang Chiyue's eyes twitched, and she was worried about the dog's future from the bottom of her heart, because Yuan Bao felt that the dog's two pointed ears were very similar to the fox in the cartoon. Gouzi: "Why don't you have nine tails?"

There was a light layer of dog's fur on the dark carpet, and Jiang Chiyue felt that it was definitely not a dog's hair loss, but was bald by his own daughter.

Mrs. Lin was reading a book elegantly on the sofa next to her, occasionally took a sip of coffee, looked up lovingly at the happy Yuan Bao who was playing, and quickly lowered her head, as if unwilling to face reality.

Jiang Chiyue couldn't stand it anymore, and walked in, Yuan Bao slid up when he heard the movement, and slipped into Jiang Chiyue's arms without wearing shoes.

With his 5.0 eyesight, the old father saw that the girl's body was covered with white fur at a glance. When Yuan Bao was two steps away, he bent down and pressed her in place with a big palm, leaving Yuan Bao with his hands in the air. Thumping, shouting in the mouth: "Dad, Dad, Yuan Bao misses you so much, you didn't come back to eat with Yuan Bao at noon! Yuan Bao has lovesickness! Miss you like crazy!"

The little guy has learned a lot of new words recently, but it's a pity that none of this can impress his hard-hearted old father.

Jiang Chiyue signaled to the housekeeper who came in: "Please take Yuanbao to wash!"

The butler bent down and picked up the pouting Yuan Bao, the corners of his eyes twitched imperceptibly, and looked at the dogs circling around his feet with a very sympathetic look, thinking, every time he plucks the hair, and if he does it a few more times, I'm afraid it won't be right Really going bald?

Left with a full heart.

Jiang Chiyue turned her head to Mrs. Lin who came over and said apologetically, "I've caused you trouble."

Mrs. Lin laughed big: "I like Yuan Bao, and I am happy to spoil her!"

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