My Star Teacher

Shu Yong is indeed a wonderful person. He is very talkative. His biggest advantage may be talkative, and his biggest disadvantage may also be talkative.

Talk too much, and say everything, Ming and Ye Guang have just met, but it seems that they are old friends for many years.

According to this confession, when he was a kid, he didn't like to practice words, he was beaten a lot, and now he can barely write a word that is quite good.

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I chatted for a while.

Shu Yong received a call.

After hanging up the phone, Shu Yong seemed to be familiar with Yeguang, and put his hand on Yeguang's shoulder, "Go, brother, I will take you for a long time."

Ye Guang looked at his hand on his shoulder and smiled, but he didn't care, nor was he disgusted, just a little weird.

Is Shu Yong familiar with everyone?

Shu Yong pulled the night light forward and shouted back at the others, "The calligraphy exhibition has started. I am interested to see and walk up."

Several people heard it and immediately followed.

With that said, Shu Yong continued to take the luminous light and walked forward.

Ye Guang asked, "What's wrong with this calligraphy exhibition?"

Shu Yong waved his hand, "In fact, that's how the old man showed his masterpieces to everyone. I heard that my old man recently got a masterpiece. I guess it's showing off this time. I was showing off, and I didn’t give him a chance. At this moment, shouting at me must also let me go to see his complacent face, yes, go, give him a face. Where am I?"

Ye Guang couldn't help laughing, did he say that he's my son?

This Shu Yong...how can I say that he can only say that he is eclectic?Hmm... Exotic flowers are also quite suitable.

In front of other people, Ye Guang was not funny and sighed very hard.

Shu Yong didn't care, "Laugh if you want to, why do you hold back,"

In this way, Luminous did not want to laugh.

Along the way, Shu Yong kept breaking his mouth with luminous light, mostly he was talking, and luminous light should be heard a few times.

To be honest, Luminous can't keep up with this jumping thinking mode.

The venue for the calligraphy exhibition has arrived.

Shu Yong and Ye Guang entered together.

There are not many people inside, like a dozen or twenty people, not too young, all of them are luminous fathers or grandpas.

Luminous glanced around, did not see Father Liu.

In the middle there was an old man who looked a bit similar to Shu Yong.

"Look at this picture of me, the pen and the dragon snake, the dragon and the phoenix dance, vigorous and powerful..."

This man is Shu Yong's old man, Shu Hai. At this time, he was spreading a word on the desk and surrounded by a circle of people. He was spitting out every detail of this word that surprised him.

Shu Yong and Ye Guang walked past.

"Dad." Shu Yong greeted, "Hello, seniors."

Ye Guang also greeted everyone, "Seniors are good."

Shu Hai turned his head and looked at Shu Yong and Ye Guang, "Come on, come and take a look at this masterpiece too. You young people need to learn more and learn the essence of one-tenth of this word, The calligraphy passed down from our ancestors is considered to be a successor."

Someone beside him laughed, "That's right, the young man now is too impetuous. For example, the kid in my family asked him to practise writing every day, but he just didn't care about it. They were all in their thirties. This was written. The words are still so unbearable."

Some people continued, "If you want to practice well, you have to work hard. Otherwise, how can you succeed? Young people need to learn more, see more, and practice more."

"Okay, okay, read the words, continue to read the words, Lao Shu you continue to talk."

Shu Hai nodded and continued, "What I just said is the details. Now let's look at the whole, not to mention the other. This poem alone can be regarded as a top grade. Look at this sentence first. Fang is famous and settled down. To Wanjia, there was a magnificent atmosphere between the lines..."

"The next sentence, Ye Li, is righteous, and Huayan is not flashy. This sentence is written like a silver hook with iron paintings. The font is thin but powerful. The words are like steel knives. You can feel the integrity of this person without reading the poems. ....."

Ye Guang listened a few words aside, and then his face was a little weird, because Shu Hai was surrounded by many people, his front line of sight was blocked by people, he couldn't see the words on the table, he leaned sideways, Ye Guang tipped his toes inward A glance.

Sure enough, it was one of the two poems "Wing Lan" written in his father's study room that morning.

Ye Guang was puzzled, how could this poem written by himself appear here?Recalling that Dad Liu brought a picture tube when he went out, Yeguang speculated that Dad Liu would let him write that day and gave it to him, and that when he wrote this "Wing Lan" that day, he also made himself write a little worse. The previous "Momei" was good, and Ye Guang couldn't help but be happy.

I am still a chicken thief.

Listen to Shu Hai and continue to say, "This word is really good. Four poems contain four different artistic concepts. From these kinds of artistic concepts, everyone who writes this character must be a full man. Everyone who is upright, extraordinary, extraordinary, elegant, with white beards fluttering, has a sense of immortality!"

With Shu Hai's description, a circle of calligraphers surrounded him, and an old man with a fairy-like bone and white whiskers appeared in his mind.

After Shu Hai finished the explanation, everyone also sighed, but the night light looked strange.

"Good word, really good word!"

"Good poetry, better characters!"

"A good word that is rare in my life. Lao Shu picked it up this time, and got such a masterpiece, which can be passed down as a heirloom."

"These cursive scripts have only been seen for life, and you're kindly saying that this word is not only in the contemporary era, but it has been pushed forward for thousands of years. From the ancient copybooks that have been left over, I have never seen such a cursive script so well written.

"This word may be regarded as the first cursive script in the world."

"I really want to meet everyone in this calligraphy."

"..."

Luminous on the side sounded weird, and said with a deep heart, it became more and more boundless, is it really so good?

Ye Guang didn't feel it by himself, nor did he know how this group of people would react if they knew it was written by themselves.

"Where have you been."

Ye Guang looked back, and Father Liu was standing behind him.

Ye Guang hurriedly said, "Just stroll around."

Dad Liu glanced at Ye Guang, and said a little unpleasantly, "Go back and call you."

Ye Guang was stunned, and then remembered, as if he and Daddy Liu had never been on the phone, nor had they left each other. Watching Daddy Liu’s forehead still sweating in his head, Yeguang also realized that he had not seen Daddy Liu when he came in. It is estimated that he was looking for himself, and Ye Guang was a little embarrassed.

This son-in-law deserves it.

Luminous nodded again and again, "Okay, uncle, I'm sorry, I was negligent."

The attitude of admitting mistakes is good, plus the large number of people, Dad Liu did not embarrass him, nodded, and then walked towards the crowd.

All calligraphers also saw Daddy Liu coming and said hello.

"Liu Gong."

"Liu Gong is good."

"Liu Gong is here."

"..."

Shu Hai met Dad Liu and greeted him, "What about people?"

Dad Liu, "Who?"

Shu Hai pointed at the words on the table, "That's everyone, didn't you say that?"

Everyone also looked at Dad Liu eagerly. The calligraphy experts were present. Although they may be good at calligraphy, they still have the appreciation ability. This word really amazes the people present, plus Shu Hai’s That bragging, everyone also wanted to see the calligraphy everyone who wrote such a good character in the spirit of the Xianfeng Daojiu, no, it is calligraphy!

Dad Liu turned his head to look at the night light and pointed, "He brought it, just him."

The big guy looked at the luminous light, stunned.

Just him?

Just this little young?

Just this little doll who is still behind behind Dad Liu?

What a joke!

Said to be full of righteousness, extraordinary temperament, extraordinary, elegant style, white beard fluttering, immortal wind bones!

Look at the night light...

Full of sense of violation...

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Not that the luminous light is bad.

It's just that his image is very different from everyone's image.

Fantasy and reality are always easy to stun people. This is like when you go to meet a beautiful female netizen who is chatting hot online. After meeting, she finds that her beauty only exists in the beauty camera, and she herself is two hundred pounds... …

Shu Hai is the most unbelievable, "Stop joking, please bring the master over."

Dad Liu, "It's him, I told you before, it's a junior in the family."

Everyone looked at the night light again.

Luminous nodded to everyone, "Good masters, this poem is indeed written by me."

No one can believe it.

Many calligraphers had strange eyes, remembering that when Shu Yong and Ye Guang had just arrived, a group of people also educated the two in the posture of elders.

Especially remember what young people need to learn more, especially what young people are now too impetuous, especially remember what young people need to learn more, see more, practice more.

Then, after educating others, in front of others, they exaggerated the works of others so that they could not be destroyed.

The calligraphers felt that the old face was a little hot, and some were frightened.

Shu Yong’s eyes looking at Yeguang are also a little weird. One came because he didn’t expect that his dad’s masterpiece had just been bragging about Yeguang’s work. Second, he was surprised that Yeguang was actually the next generation in Daddy Liu’s family. It's amazing.

Shu Hai looked at the luminous light non-stop, and the other calligraphers were similar. It seemed that he wanted to see the luminous light thoroughly, and he saw something different from him.

But unfortunately.

No matter how you look at the night light, it is just a normal young man.

Looking at the word on the desk, all of a sudden, there was no appreciation of appetite for appreciating the desire, but it was not that it was bad because it was written by Luminous. It must be good.

Although the learning is endless, the master is the first, but the elders are present, and the luminous light is too young, maybe in private, but in the face of the luminous light, the calligraphers are still subconsciously holding a shelf.

Have a face!