Chen Yue led Xian'er leisurely to the Chen family's courtyard. Just after he had sex, Zheng An was not a big deal for him, but he finally relieved the dullness of these days.

Xian'er followed him step by step, frowned and muttered to himself a few words. At this time, he finally couldn't bear it and asked Chen Yue: "What does the poem the young master just wrote mean? I used to read poems with the scholar grandfather in the village for a few days, but I still couldn't understand this song "Give to Zheng Youchang"..."

Chen Yue snapped his fingers casually and said calmly: "Young master, I am very talented, and the poems I have made are of great significance. Don't worry about what the meaning is. You will know by reading them several times."

Xian'er tilted her head and thought for a while after hearing this, then looked up in confusion and said, "I still don't understand."

Chen Yue reached out to her with a silence and said, "I told you not to worry about the meaning, just read it."

"Oh" Xian'er covered her little head and responded aggrievedly, and then continued to read: "The dark plum blossoms are faintly heard, the branches are lying down to the bottom, and the distance is heard lying like water, which is easy to see through the spring green..."

"Do you understand?"

The little girl blinked her big watery eyes, and shook her head in confusion, "No."

"Read again!"

"The dark plum blossoms smell the flowers, lying on the branches...ah...Young Master, you bully people..." After finally understanding, Xian'er pouted and said coquettishly.

Originally, a little maid was not qualified to speak to the master, but as soon as the little girl came for a short time, she had not yet lost her habit of a innocent girl. Chen Yue didn't like to face a timid wood all day long, so he wouldn't care.

He teased the little maid beside him all the way, and soon arrived at the door of Chen's house. As soon as he stepped into the door, he saw the old butler Chen Fu running over hurriedly.

"Oh, Xiaofen, you can ask the old servant for help. Just now, Brother Seven went to ask the master for homework, so the master asked you to come and listen. Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaoyi, who was calling you, couldn't find anyone, and he didn't dare to delay the time, so he took the words on the table to report to the master. He ran into me on the road and asked me to come and go over. I don't know what the master is doing now." Chen Fu was old after all, and he finished speaking while panting, and was so tired that he was pounding his back.

"What?!" Chen Yue was shocked when he heard this. This was amazing. He had seen several parents in his family a few days ago. His grandfather looked like a strict master. He used this seven-character "The owner of the post has no small Dingding" as his homework for today. How could he be so amazing?

While asking Xian'er to take good care of the old housekeeper, he rushed to the study room. This small order surprised the old housekeeper. Then he smiled at Xian'er beside him with relief: "Young master also knows how to care about the old servant..."

Chen Yue didn't know that such a habitual thing could make an old man feel very moved. He hurried to the entrance of the study and found that there was more than one grandfather. He found that the cheap "dad" who had traveled through time was also there. The two of them were standing at the table and studying something. Chen Qi, Xiaoqi of the Chen family and Zhang Xiaoyi stood aside, and they didn't dare to show up.

Chen Yue touched his forehead with a headache, then sorted out his clothes and went in and performed a courtesy: "Grandfather, sir." In the Song Dynasty, calling a father with an official body an adult was a normal name, rather than "Grandfather" after the Ming and Qing Dynasties, he could be said to be a father who was a official.

When everyone in the room saw Chen Yue coming, they turned their heads to look at him, and there seemed to be a slight difference in their eyes, which made him even more nervous.

To Chen Yue's surprise, his grandfather Chen Yan did not speak up first, but waved to him: "Shangwen, come here."

Chen Yue came forward as he said, and when he saw a piece of words on the table, he was shocked. It was the handwritten handwritten by him before he went out, "There is no little Dingding"!

In his previous life, he was used to seeing all kinds of intrigues in the shopping malls and even officialdom. Whether facing seniors in their seventies or eighties, peers and even juniors who were just starting out, he was able to handle things with ease. However, facing his own family and parents, this kind of respect or admiration he developed since childhood or a combination of the two made him a little restrained. After traveling through time, he inherited his sense of belonging to the Chen family, which also preserved this habit.

So when facing some elderly people in their family, they unknowingly showed their calm and capable demeanor when they were traveling to the mall, showing their excellent side.

Chen Yue's father lit the rice paper on the table with his hands and asked Chen Yue: "Where did this letter come from? Why is it not signed? What does these seven words mean? If a distinguished guest comes to your home, why don't you introduce me to me?"

Chen Yue coughed awkwardly and said, "I wrote this word casually, and it doesn't mean anything. It's just practicing calligraphy."

"Nonsense! I don't know how many pounds you have on your hands? These words have strong and round brushwork, strong bones and awesome spirit, and are also quite imposing. I learned the handwriting of Yan Lu Gong of the Tang Dynasty. Not to mention the broken characters you wrote in the past, I have never seen a few original works of Lu Gong's inscriptions and calligraphy. How can I learn so profoundly?!"

"How dare I deceive my father? I have thought it through in recent days. This is the essence of the word practice, so although I only wrote seven words today, I am attentive and caring about it at all times, so I am better than what I wrote before." In fact, the word practice is not as simple as Chen Yue said. Even if a person with talent is not as talented as he did, he cannot really achieve something without thousands of imitation practices. The difference is only the difference between the final achievements of the talent. This statement is just a perfunctory practice by Chen Yue.

Seeing that his father obviously didn't believe it, his eyebrows were about to appear as soon as he raised his eyebrows, Chen Yue hurriedly took two steps back and was about to start defending his case. At this time, his grandfather Chen Yan, who was standing beside him, reached out to stop his son, waved to Chen Yue again, "Shangwen, come here, there is a complete brush, ink, paper and inkstone here, you can tell if you write it with me." After that, he picked a brush from the desk and handed it to Chen Yue.

Chen Yue had no choice but to go forward to take the pen. Seeing that the two of them had given up for him, he was not polite. He walked to the desk and dipped the pen in ink, glanced at the size of the rice paper, and had a rough layout in his mind, so he finished writing.

In fact, there were a considerable number of people who learned the characters in Yan style in the Song Dynasty, but due to the conditions of transportation and communication at that time, it was not easy to want or have an authentic and clear rubbing inscription. This would cause certain obstacles to the researchers' research on the entire font. After all, it is impossible to obtain the words in a few copies of the characters occasionally. Many characters that are not in the copybook should be understood based on the existing characters and patterns.

At least the Chen family father and son often see some treasures at the homes of relatives and friends. The ability to evaluate is naturally good, but it is naturally impossible to ask them to go home and copy them all based on their memories.

Chen Jiajia prefers Liu style in regular script in learning, so although they recognize the quality of Yan style, they cannot think that children at home can write it to that level.

When Chen Yan saw Chen Yue's pen movement posture aside, he nodded secretly and used force to his elbow. This was about to write large regular script.

After a few breaths, the first word appears on the paper, which is the word "Shi".

As soon as the first word was written, the two people at the desk changed their faces. Even Chen Qi, who had been stretching his neck a little far away, walked forward two steps.

Chen Yan continued to read patiently. The word "Shi" has only three strokes. Although the fewer gestures are more difficult to write, one word is tight enough to get a glimpse of the whole picture of the grandson's efforts.

Chen Yue looked up at his grandfather and father, turned around, and the first stroke of the second word fell heavily.

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