Stop Bothering Me, Emperor

The years in his hometown were very peaceful, Song Xiao was at his grandparents' house every morning and went to see his grandpa in the afternoon.

Old man Qu is a well-known writer in this small town. His books are all related to history. His family's historical materials are placed in two rooms.Song Xiao rummaged through the bookcases with great interest, and there was a small cabinet that was filled with books published by his grandfather.

"Emperor Wu's Rule of the World", "Ten Kingdoms in Troubled Times" and "Jing Hong's Prosperity" are very famous trilogy in this world. The first two have been made into TV dramas. The latter one has not been able to because the old man Qu is unwilling to delete the plot. Made it.

They haven't seen each other for many years, and the grandpa and grandson don't know how to communicate, Grandpa Qu has a stubborn temper, and Song Xiao is not a person who can take the initiative to talk.So, every afternoon, Old Man Qu was writing and drawing, while Song Xiao was reading a book silently.

"Old Qu, happy Chinese New Year." The president of the local cultural association came to visit old man Qu with a few apprentices.The president of this association, surnamed Jiang, is a calligraphy and painting artist. When the president was first elected, everyone actually hoped that old man Qu would be the president. After all, he had a higher status, but he refused, and it fell on Master Jiang.

"Happy New Year." Grandpa continued writing without raising his head.

President Jiang felt a little embarrassed, so he gritted his teeth and leaned over to read what he wrote. When he saw that it was "Jing Hong Sheng Shi", he couldn't help curling his lips.

"I'm talking about old songs, I'm not talking about you. If I ask you to change it, you can change it. Delete those places of homosexuality and love, and only shoot your Jinghong Shengshi. How good it is." President Jiang said while Talk about the New Year's gift in your hand and hand it over.

"History is like this, delete what you want! Let me change the work to pure praise, I would rather go to the street to sell calligraphy to get by." Old man Qu blew his beard and glanced at a group of young people behind Chairman Jiang.

"You are just too stubborn," said President Jiang, pulling the three young men behind him, "I didn't introduce you, these are some of my new apprentices, they are very enlightened."

The three young people are all in their 20s. It is said that they have studied calligraphy and painting for many years, and they came here to learn from their teachers.

"Come on, show off to Teacher Qu." President Jiang was very excited. He was always keen to show off all kinds of apprentices in front of old man Qu, because old man Qu was too picky, so far he hadn't received a decent apprentice.

One of the square-looking young people came out, took out a pair of characters he had written, swiped it open, and said, "This is the character written by the younger generation. I would like to ask Mr. Qu to comment on it."

It was a pair of big characters, with only the words "Tao" and "Forbearance" written on it.

Old man Qu took a look and squinted his eyes. He had seen this picture before. Someone sent it to him before, and he wanted to rely on it to become a teacher.But he is mainly a book writer, calligraphy is not a specialty, and he doesn't understand the genre of Wo Cao, so he was sent back directly.

The young man was very persistent, and wanted Qu Lao to say something.He thinks he learned calligraphy at the age of three, and he has mastered the art of recuperation. Why does this old man just look down on him?

Old man Qu frowned, he felt that this word was not well written, but Wo Cao was a very biased sect, he didn't understand much and couldn't say much, when he was silent, he suddenly heard Song Xiao who was reading a book beside him.

"These two words have no strength of character." Song Xiao looked up and said casually.

"What did you say?" The young man turned his head and saw that it was a child, he was immediately upset, "Fuck, the body is so rough and soft, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

Song Xiao put down the book in his hand and walked over, carefully looked at the two characters, walked to the desk, picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and swiped it openly and closedly on the spread out rice paper.Soon, a word "Tao" that was much more refined than the one just now appeared on the paper.

Lying Cao style was written by a general during the founding period of Dayu. This general refused to accept the Gong Cao style that his father forced him to practice, and disliked it being too soft, so he swayed this lying Cao style.

"The essence of Lying Cao lies in the word 'struggle', which cannot be soft at all. In your word, General Cao's manly character of fighting with the sky and the earth is missing. I would rather bend than bend." Song Xiao clicked on that straight walk. point.

The young man blushed immediately, looking at the big characters written by Song Xiao in shock, Grandpa Qu beside him was even more startled.When did his grandson learn calligraphy?

"This is..." President Jiang looked up and down at Song Xiao in surprise, it was hard to believe that such a young age could write such characters.

"This is my grandson," Grandpa said, puffing out his chest proudly, then waved his hands impatiently, "If you have nothing to do, go quickly, and I won't let you finish the meal."

President Jiang twitched the corners of his mouth, and walked away in despair with a group of apprentices who came in with their heads held high.

Only then did Grandpa turn his head to look at Song Xiao: "Xiaoxiao, your word..."

Song Xiao's heart skipped a beat, and then he remembered that this body had never learned calligraphy before, and modern people generally don't understand it. How can a young boy suddenly write a good handwriting, how can he explain it?Before thinking of how to answer, old man Qu happily picked up the calligraphy: "Such a good calligraphy is actually written by my grandson, hahaha, no, it has to be framed. When the guys see it, they will definitely make you the president, haha!"

After saying that, Grandpa went out with the words, leaving Song Xiao standing there in a daze.

Song Xiao's calligraphy skills were not top-notch in Dayu's time, but in modern times, he is a master.According to my grandfather, if he doesn't study well in the future, he can support himself by selling calligraphy.

Selling calligraphy and paintings was the work of down-and-out scholars. Song Xiao still insisted on taking the imperial examination, and refused to agree to his grandfather's asking him to join the Calligraphy Association.

In the blink of an eye, it was the seventh day of the lunar new year, and after bidding farewell to grandpa and grandparents, Song Xiao returned to City A and left the airport. Among the crowd who picked him up from the airport, he saw that unique person at a glance.

Yu Tang just put one hand in his trouser pocket and stood in the crowd. It wasn't obvious when there were few people, but it was obvious when there were many people. People around him consciously kept a step away from him to isolate him. Come.

"Yu Tang!" Song Xiao pulled the suitcase, saw His Majesty the Emperor, couldn't help calling out to him, and felt a little impolite when he called out, and took a peek at his father.

Song Zicheng also saw Yu Tang, and was a little surprised: "Is he here to pick you up?" As a classmate with a good relationship, there is nothing wrong with picking him up when there is no parent to accompany him, but he is with Song Xiao, and this kid still comes to pick you up. It's a little strange.Young master of the Yu family, are you so free?

Yu Tang walked over unhurriedly, and said hello to Song Zicheng: "I'll pick you up."

Song Zicheng understood that this was to pick up other people, and when he ran into them, the smile on his face suddenly became brighter.

Si Dashu's car was not far away, and Yu Tang followed them two steps, claiming that the plane he picked up hadn't landed yet.Song Zicheng was walking in front, and the two quietly held hands behind them.

Not seeing each other for more than ten days, both of them were a little excited, Yu Tang reached for the backpack on Song Xiao's back, and took the opportunity to kiss Song Xiao on the lips.

Song Xiao blushed immediately, looked left and right, everyone was in a hurry, didn't pay attention to them, Song Zicheng was still walking in front, so he couldn't help but kiss back.

After sending Song Xiao into the car, Yu Tang stood outside smiling and waving his hands, waiting for Si Dashu's car to drive away before returning to his car with a blank expression: "Go home."

"Young master, didn't you come to pick up the airport?" The driver asked in confusion, he traveled through cities to the airport, stood for a while and then went back empty-handed, which song is this?

Yu Tang licked his lips slowly: "Come and have a snack."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

"Where did the lying cao style come from"

Military Division: General, what font is yours?

General: Damn it!As a general, I am forced to practice calligraphy by my father, so it is not bad to be able to write!

Military division: It turned out to be lying cao body

Descendants: It is worthy of lying Cao style, which is somewhat similar to Gongcao style!

General: ...