child prodigy at eighty

It is difficult for such two children not to attract attention.

"Isn't this the kid selling Spring Festival couplets?" Someone finally recognized them.

"That's right, the writing is better than back then."

"Why didn't I recognize it?"

"I also recognize people by reading and writing. In winter, I cover each one of them until I have two eyes. If you don't look closely, who can recognize you?"

A few people who had finished writing their works quietly surrounded him, chatting in low voices, for fear of disturbing the rhythm of his writing.

Yes, he is not only good at writing, but also has a faint rhythm in every move, not a bluff and grandstanding show off, but something that comes out from the bones, every inch of the infected person's place.

Xiaosan has always been devoted to writing, and they never heard what they said, and writing is just writing.

He wrote without rush, and it didn't take too long to finish Xin Qiji's "Broken Time", with the words Song Shiyu, and a hasty but satisfactory work was presented in front of everyone.

People with good characters rarely seek fame these days. They are mostly hobbies. When they encounter good characters, it is like a big bear encountering honey. They like it so much that they can't wait to take it home.Nearly [-] calligraphy lovers gathered here, and they were immediately blown away.

"That's a really good word."

"Better than my old man."

"Little friend, who taught you calligraphy?"

"Who is your master? We still have such great masters in Yucheng?"

"Little friend, what is the problem with my word? Why is there something missing?"

Song Shiyu was completely surrounded, and there were endless levels of problems.The commotion caused this time was much bigger than that during the Chinese New Year. Although his handwriting was good at that time, it was still a bit worse in the eyes of good handwriting, but now, just now, his handwriting suddenly became bigger and more imposing. Majestic, completely another improvement in vision.

He knew that this was the year when he was running around and being entangled in mundane affairs, but he broke free from the shackles of the past, no longer floating, and landed.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" The staff who were always watching the venue rushed over, thinking that something vicious had happened.

As a result, what I heard was good words, good words.

The staff thought to themselves that they didn't know how good it was, with so many people watching.

At this time, Song Xiaosi hadn't finished writing yet, but he was obviously affected, and he kept looking up at him, his little eyebrows almost knit together.

"Everyone, you have affected my younger brother." Song Xiaosan was upset. It's okay to read his handwriting, but it's okay to hinder his younger brother.

The people who were discussing seemed to have just remembered that this is the arena. An old man in a Chinese tunic suit thought about it and said, "Is it convenient for us to discuss it with my friends later?"

Song Shiyu was not stingy, and nodded directly.

The old man and a few friends retreated to the side contentedly, and the others did not surround him anymore, but there were many eyes on him.

At this time, Song Xiaosi had also finished writing. Although he was still childish, it was several times better than before.

The two handed in the work, and the young man who had squeezed out the two brothers blushed. Qiqi Ai Ai stammered and apologized: "Yes, I'm sorry, I was too arbitrary, I shouldn't say that about your brother."

"You should apologize to my brother, not me."

The young man solemnly apologized to Xiaosi, and Xiaosi said with a dignified chest, "Forget it, I forgive you."

"This is Huang Tingjian's calligraphy. He uses a tight pen, thin and strong, with a strong momentum, but this word is not completely, there is something of his own. Look at this, in another 20 years, this child is amazing. Yeah." The university professor who was invited from the province was really a little surprised, and he talked about it all day, and the people who came with him booed and said that let him accept the apprentice and forget it.

But he shook his head, "I can't teach this kid, just looking at the words means he's learning from everyone, he's better than me."

Qi Weimin, the secretary who took the time to come to comment on the characters, was also very surprised. A famous teacher?What calligraphers are hidden in Yucheng?Now there is a lot of waste to be done, no matter whether you are literary or martial arts, all kinds of industries need to be developed. If they can dig out a calligraphy in the small place of Yucheng, it will be a good sign of the small town, which is good for the development of the city.

But this is doomed to disappointment.

The old man that Yucheng was invented by Song Shiyu's parents had left a few years ago, and now he doesn't know where he is, which makes them very sad.

Not surprisingly, Song Shiyu took the first place again, and he was rewarded with 20 yuan.Song Xiaosi didn't win the prize, but as the youngest player in the competition, the city also gave him a certificate of encouragement, so the prize was gone.

Xiao Si's ambition was about to be broken, and he was unhappy for 3 minutes.

The elder brother took the first place as he did, and there was also the plasticine bought by the elder brother.

Xiao Si's good mood is entirely due to the plasticine.

"Long River Changhe, wait." The factory manager in his 50s shouted.

Song Changhe stopped, standing a little respectfully, and couldn't help but wonder, what did the factory manager tell him to do after get off work?Are there any new production tasks?

"Changhe, I heard that your son won the first prize for brush calligraphy. It's amazing." The factory manager said with a smile.

"Factory manager, don't boast so much. Anyone who has practiced calligraphy for six or seven years can do it, it's nothing." Song Changhe said modestly.You can't accept all compliments from leaders, you have to accept them, even if you are so proud of yourself, you have to endure it.

"I'm telling the truth. How do you and your husband teach your children? Let alone the eldest who is a soldier. The second child used to be mischievous and now knows how to make money. The third child is a treasure. Anyone with eyes can see how outstanding he is." See, even Xiaosi showed his face this time, your children are amazing." The factory manager praised him so much that Song Changhe couldn't help but burst into tears.

"It's just ordinary children, you've praised them to the sky." Song Changhe continued to humble himself.

"I'm asking for something from you, so what if I don't boast." The factory manager said with a smile.

"You beg me? Tell me what." Song Changhe really couldn't think of anything worthy of the factory manager's begging.

"I heard that Xiaosi's children in your family were all taught by Xiaosan?" The factory manager asked directly.

"Yes." He seemed to know what the factory director wanted.

"How about my boss's son asking your mistress to teach you? I think mistress is very good at teaching."

"Factory manager, how can he teach people with those two things? It's just a child messing around, so I'll delay you." Father Song didn't dare to take it. The grandson of the leader, this is a hot potato. It's okay to teach well, but not well. Isn't this waiting to put on your own little shoes?

"It's fine if I say yes, you are not a Moji person, don't you want to?" The factory manager asked pretending to be unhappy.

"Factory Manager, of course I'm happy." Song Changhe was helpless. Would he dare to be happy?

"That's terrible? That's it." The factory manager was about to leave after speaking, Song Changhe hurriedly stopped him.

"Factory manager, to tell you the truth, I can't decide this matter. My mistress has a big idea. Just look at his troubles this year. My mother and I have to ask him what to do now." Ask him, otherwise it won't work." He had a look of embarrassment, a kind of shyness that made his family ugly.

When the factory manager thought about it, what he said didn't seem to be lying, and that mistress had become a legend in their Yucheng.I haven't seen him shine before. This year, he has been refreshing everyone's senses. He, who is busy in the factory every day, can listen to Song's mistress from time to time, so what, a typical other family child.This time the calligraphy contest was once again a big hit, and he, an old calligraphy lover, couldn't help but want to ask him for advice. It wasn't because he was embarrassed, so he turned the corner and let his grandson learn.

"Then you go and ask, I'm waiting for your good news." The factory manager is determined, no matter what he says, he will go.

"I'll try my best." Song Changhe seriously perfunctory.

"It's not that you try your best, it's that you must show your authority as a father." He made a majestic expression, very imposing.

"Hehe." Papa Song felt bitter, but Papa Song didn't say anything.

As soon as he got home, Father Song pulled Xiaosan to him, told him what the factory manager meant, and said, "Don't make trouble this time, teach me well?" up.

"Okay, it's still the old rule, three yuan a month." Song Shiyu said: "It just so happens that several people have asked me to learn calligraphy these days, and they want to teach them together, so as to save trouble."

Father Song was taken aback when he heard that, he really didn't expect his son's market to be so good, "Son, how many people are there? Do you want money?"

"A dozen or so, I, Song Shiyu, do things like Tong Shou Wu deceived, it's all three yuan." Song Xiaosan said.

"So many?" Song Changhe was stunned. He thought there were only three or two. What did his son do in places he didn't know?

"Can you teach it?"

"What can't be taught?" Song Shiyu didn't feel the number of people at all. It didn't make any difference whether a sheep was herding a group of sheep or shedding them.

Song Changhe suddenly thought of another point, "It doesn't cost money to go to school now, it's not good for you to collect money like this." He said before that Song's father completely thought that collecting money was just to get rid of those who didn't want to teach. Could it be that he really collects money?

"Why is it not good? I have spent my time and energy and my experience in calligraphy practice. Why teach others for nothing? The school does not charge money, but which one of the teachers does not pay?"

It seems to make sense, but how can he tell the factory manager?

That's not what Xiaosan should worry about, he still has a lot of troubles.

The first is time. He has to go to school. Although the homework is not a problem, the new English and mathematics still bring him a little trouble. He must study hard in class, and calligraphy can only be taught in his spare time.But in his spare time, he still had to give him some business. Although Gu Weifeng was watching, he couldn't let go completely.

The Song family acquiesced in the fact that he did not completely let go of the business, because Song Shiyu shouldered the banner of responsibility, they were speechless and at the same time really had no way to let him go, so they had to let him torment.Of course, learning must not be delayed.

Now adding a calligraphy class, it would be a big headache even if it was open like Song Xiaosan.