Xu Fusu was half-lying on the table, holding up his chin with one hand, pretending to be demented, staring at each other in a distance from the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, and the chirping of summer cicadas and insects in his ears, which made him feel interesting.

I bet with my father that whoever wins will get two chicken legs.

When my father later took the exam for his calligraphy, he was speechless for a long time. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Although there is still a bit of childishness between the lines, the general style of the characters has Liu Mingquan..."

After his father praised him inexplicably, he left the yard.

He didn't see him after lunch, so he simply told his mother that Xu Fusu returned to his room alone. In order to pass the boring afternoon entertainment, he had to do this, and he couldn't go out to find the "fake friends" who were wearing the same pair of pants to have fun.

Who is the "Fox Friend"? Of course, it is the little beggar Zhao Xiao from the same alley and Chen Shimo from Hubu Lane.

The four treasures of the study and the new writings written by Xu Fusu are neatly placed on the table.

The young man was tired of seeing the leisurely summer scenery, which was really too monotonous. He slowly lay in front of the table and slept soundly regardless of his image.

Xu Fusu, who was lying on the desk, heard the sound of someone pushing the door. Xu Fusu, whose hair was scattered on the desk, suddenly woke up from his dream and had no time to straighten his head. After seeing who the visitor was, Xu Fusu respectfully saluted the man: "Father."

Xu Fusu carefully looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him, for fear that his father would blame him for not studying seriously.

After Xu Zhibao entered the door, he saw Xu Fusu sitting upright, like a child who made a mistake, raising his head.

"Fusu is having lunch break?" Xu Zhibao looked at his son with some amusement, and then apologized: "I don't know for my father, I'm disturbing you."

When Xu Fusu saw his father not angry, he looked apologetic, and put down the stone hanging in his heart.

Xu Zhibao picked up the manuscript written on the desk, gently put down the manuscript paper he picked up, stroked his beard, and suddenly found Xu Fusu looking at him.

Xu Zhibao looked at Xu Fusu, stared at his eyes and said slowly: "The style of the characters written by Fusu is different from those I saw before and those who knew the calligraphy of everyone who knew? Why is this?"

Xu Fusu looked at the manuscript in his father's hand. The fonts on the manuscript were indulgent and sparse and dense. He spoke with a clear expression: "Oh, you mean this character. Fusu has imitated many calligraphy masters of Liu Mingquan and Zhang Bozhi since he was a child. But Fusu felt that although the "regular script" and "cursive script" of the two men were both excellent, they were not as good as each."

"Oh? Fusu talks to Youfa, what's the difference?"

"Whenever I use my pen to write, I should think carefully about it, and I pay attention to a "slow". However, cursive script is wild and fast, and I pay attention to the words in chaos. But it is really difficult to understand, so Fusu tried to integrate the two styles of the two masters. He had this copybook in his father's hand."

Xu Zhibao was stunned and very surprised, and then asked: "Fusu, did you name it?"

Xu Fusu lowered his head, thought, came over and raised his head and said, "Running Cursive."

With a word of tremendous force, Xu Fusu's words fell apart, and some of them were due to his mentality. Xu Zhibao felt that the copybook in his hand had become a little heavier.

Xu Zhibao knew very well that the copybooks written by his eldest son did have the potential to create a school, but he also thought that Fusu was still young and encouraged more than praised him.

After confirming his thoughts, he remembered another thing and said to Xu Fusu: "My father had a bet with Mr. Ye, the innermost part of Liuye Lane. My father won the trick and agreed to give you something."

Of course, Xu Fusu knew who Mr. Ye was among his father, but he still stood there and could not have such unexpected joy.

When Xu Zhibao saw Xu Fusu standing there, he couldn't help but laugh and scold: "Baby, I finally won Mr. Ye's advantage. If I'm not polite, I will be able to forgive you." After saying that, he was about to push his legs and kick Xu Fusu.

The boy, who was also wearing a white shirt, was scolded and hurriedly came to his senses and begged for mercy to escape from his "attack".

Just as he was lost again, the gray-haired middle-aged man also found that his eldest son was stunned by Hanhan again. The leg strength that he was about to withdraw was increased a little more. When he hit Xu Fusu, the latter screamed and pained, covering his calves and limped out of the room.

When the eldest son gradually drifted away and disappeared in front of Xu Zhibao. Xu Zhibao shrugged helplessly, shook his head, and looked relieved. He walked to the pond where the eldest son often washed his ink in the yard and sat on the stone bench in the yard.

Looking at the clear water in the pond, it was slightly darker in the clear water. The middle-aged man didn't speak, and his heart felt more and more comfortable.

When Xu Zhibao was about to get up, his shoulders were gently held. Xu Zhibao felt something, so he stopped immediately and squatted in front of the pond again.

He reached out and patted his slender hand on his shoulder and said softly: "Madam, why are you awake? Are you still resting?"

Behind Xu Zhibao was an elegant and dignified woman. Looking closely, she looked at her eyebrows and eyes, and smiled with her lips: "I want to see what makes my husband so happy?"

"Hahahahaha" Xu Zhibao smiled and said with a hearty smile: "What's so happy is that you gave birth to a good child." As he said that, he hugged the woman in his arms, held the woman's slender hand, and sighed: "Grandpa Fusu is the Dazhuguo who cut a knife for the Spring and Autumn Period. I am a Confucian general who reads military strategy. But after saying that the word "general" still cannot escape the word "general". Who said that the Xu family only produces military generals? Can't a scholar who writes well? There is no such reason!"

"Yes, yes!" the woman nodded and responded, pulled up her husband and let Xu Zhibao sit quietly on the stool.

The woman rubbed Xu Fusu's shoulders well and said, "Husband, I haven't seen you dance a gun for a long time."

Xu Zhibao looked at the woman with his head down, and he saw the mid-term wing of his wife's eyes.

"Oh?" Xu Zhibao was also stunned for his wife's request. The woman smiled with her teeth and wanted to poke her finger at Xu Fusu's forehead. She complained: "Always say Fusu is dashing, isn't you the same as you, a father?"

Xu Zhibao was disappointed and did not say anything, so he had to laugh dryly.

Generally speaking, there was something under the sky. The woman stared slightly, and Xu Zhibao immediately admitted her fear. She got up and picked up a silver spear that was placed in the corner of the yard when she was back.

Xu Zhibao stood in the yard, stroked his palms through the silver spear, and pointed the spear head at the ground. He lifted up the gun, like a hidden dragon coming out of the abyss, stabbing, stinging, blocking, and holding. He wore a white robe, dancing with the wind, and the gun arc was like the moon.

The woman who was watching from a distance gradually became hazy. The woman who had just recovered her legs and walked back to the stone bench and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The woman smiled a little playful and knowingly when she met Xu Zhibao's eyes, and the former also smiled knowingly. Now she danced her guns more at will, and the way was natural.

The woman knew that Xu Zhibao danced in the ground with sadness and memories.
Chapter completed!