Chapter 401, but don’t ask anyone if you have to ask for it!

He wrote regular script, which was exactly the same font as the couplet at the entrance of the courtyard.

Every stroke is square.

His movements are very slow, but they give people a very fast feeling.

His expression was very serious, as if he was doing something big. However, his wrists were flexibly running, with their hooks and stutters, their lines were round and gentle, gentle but not soft, and their strength was contained in them, like an uneven but exquisite artistic performance.

"Hide the head and protect the tail, and the force is in it." Jiang Liren stood opposite Tang Chong. After seeing him write two words, he immediately made such an evaluation. "I didn't expect that this kid would write well. At a young age, he has a great style."

"The dots and strokes are exhausted, and the force is eliminated." This is Jiang Rulong's evaluation.

Jiang Rulong painted, and there were many similarities between calligraphy and painting. He could draw well, so naturally he wrote the characters. However, compared with Tang Chong's, his characters were really several streets worse than those of Tang Chong.

Even those who don’t know much about calligraphy also see that Tang Chong’s calligraphy is well written. There are differences in languages, ethnicities have national boundaries, and beauty has no boundaries. Just as many people don’t know how to speak English, but think that a certain English song is particularly good.

In a flash, a couplet was finished.

"Cook it and see it." Old Master Jiang shouted.

"Great grandpa, the moji is not dry." Jiang Yiran said flatteringly.

Tang Chong had already put down his brush, held the written couplet and sent it over, saying, "As far as calligraphy is concerned, the picture is the freshness."

"Odd Ji.Odd Ji." Old Master Jiang laughed. "The picture is this freshness. Come and see it."

Old Master Jiang’s hands were not strong enough, and Tang Chong stood in front of Old Master Jiang with this calligraphy, like a mannequin.

"Take food and clothing, not to cherish money and blessings."

"Seeking fame and fortune, but don't ask anyone."

Old Master Jiang chanted softly.

"Take food and clothing, not to cherish wealth and fortune. Seek fame and fortune, but don't ask others for it-" Old Master Jiang read it again, and then praised: "Good couplets. Good words."

His eyes shine brightly, he looked at Tang Chong with a sincere face, and said, "I am not as good as you."

Everyone in the room was startled!

After seeing Jiang Rulong's tiger, Qi Luyu left a deed of "I am not as good as him" and was circulated by people in Yanjing.

Now, after reading Tang Chong's words, Old Master Jiang actually said, "I'm not as good as you."

Whoever a person values ​​in his heart, he hopes to be recognized by whom.

Although Jiang Rulong was praised by Qi Luyu, Qi Luyu was just a painter after all. No matter how powerful a painter is, he is still a painter.

Jiang Rulong's ambition is not just to be a painter. Otherwise, why would he hold his paintings in his hands and refuse to show them to others?

Mr. Jiang is different. He can decide the future development direction of the family, who can tilt resources to, and who can be the leader of the fourth generation of the Jiang family. Deep down, Jiang Rulong is even more eager to get Mr. Jiang’s recognition.

Because getting his praise is equivalent to getting his support. With his support, why worry about big things happening?

Old Master Jiang did say this, but unfortunately, it was not what he said to him.

Jiang Rulong would rather not say this than he did not hear this.

Of course, this is self-deception!

Not only was Jiang Rulong's heart complicated and thought of so many things in an instant, but even the others in the room guessed and interpreted Mr. Jiang's words.

"Why did the old man say this at this time? Does he want to support Tang Chong?"

"Jiang Rulong and Tang Chong, the old man is obviously more Tang Chong-what does this mean?"

"Is the boy named Tang going to return?"—

"I can't stand this comment from my great-grandfather." Tang Chong hurriedly modestly. "The couplet at the door can still touch people's minds after decades of wind and rain, making people think and reflect on themselves. My handwriting does not have such ability."

The old man looked at Tang Chong with bright eyes, sighed softly, and said, "This couplet has been hung at the door for decades, maybe only you have read it carefully?"

“—”

This sentence even sucked the faces of everyone present, making their cheeks feel burning and painful.

Indeed, they had long been used to the existence of that couplet when they went in and out. Although some people knew that the calligraphy was written by the old man, how many people thought about the meaning of it?

The younger one is more impulsive and hurrying. The couplet exists like the two wooden plaques inlaid with it and is ignored. Who would have looked at it more?

The old man said this, obviously he was not satisfied with the development of the Jiang family over the years.

If you study well, you will be good at farming, and you will be good at studying. Have they learned well? How many descendants of the Jiang family dare to say that they have read well? If you don’t have to talk about farming, then you won’t have to talk about it.

It is difficult to start a business, it is difficult to maintain a business, and it is not difficult to know it. This sentence is the principle of dealing with the world and the motto of managing a family. It is Mr. Jiang’s expectations for his descendants. How many people can understand his painstaking efforts?

Tang Chong did it.

"I usually like to write, but I am more interested in writing good characters. I got off at the door and was attracted by this couplet at first sight. I stood there and thought for a while before entering the door." Tang Chong said with a smile, happy to see the old man slap these people in the face with his left and right.

Aren’t you pretending to be an old man in front of me? Now they are all grandchildren, right?

"I'll give this couplet to my great-grandfather, wishing my great-grandfather as blessed as the East China Sea, and as long as the South Mountains." Tang Chong said with a smile. "I just said that I would write first and then sing - now I'm writing, and I should sing now. Today is my great-grandfather's 90th birthday, so I'll sing a song "Birthday Song" to suit the scene."

He pondered for a moment and sang in front of everyone: "Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday--"

Tang Chong sang while applauding and beating. After singing a few sounds, he waved to the people around him and said with a smile: "Everyone sings together. This song is lively and festive."

Sing together?

Everyone looked at each other.

They just made fun of Tang Chong as a "singer". If they sing with each other, what would they be?

But it’s not OK to not sing - because Tang Chong said that everyone will sing together to celebrate. Today is the old man’s birthday. Don’t you want to be lively? Don’t you want to be festive?

Only then did they realize that they were cheated by this kid unknowingly.

"Sing." Tang Chong was a little angry when he saw them all whispering. "Isn't it normal for us juniors to sing a birthday song for him? Why do you feel so embarrassed?"

“—”

They wished they could tear this kid alive.

He had just stabbed them, and then he sprinkled a handful of salt on the bloody wound.

This kid is really not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Okay, okay." Old Master Jiang made a sound and smooth things over and stepped down for them. "It's all gone. Tang Chong stayed to talk to me."

"Father has a good rest."

"Grandpa, let's go out and wait. I'll pick you up after a birthday party-"

"Great grandpa, why don't I stay here to talk to you too? I like listening to your stories-"--

Jiang Keren smiled. She smiled very comfortingly and proudly.

She finally let go of her thoughts that had been hanging for so long.

Jiang Keqing secretly gave Tang Chong a thumbs up, and then helped her mother out of the door.

"It's so good. It's so good." Grandma said as she walked out. As she said, her eyes turned red again, and she said, "This kid must have suffered a lot-"

After they went out, the room was suddenly empty, leaving only Tang Chong standing and Old Master Jiang lying down.

Tang Chong walked to Mr. Jiang and said with a smile: "Grandpa, I'll help you up?"

Old Master Jiang glanced at Tang Chong, squinted his eyes and smiled, saying, "Did you see it?"

"I can see it." Tang Chong nodded seriously.

"Oh. It's so pitiful when you're old." Old Master Jiang stretched out his hand, and Tang Chong hurried over and helped him sit on the recliner. He was always uncomfortable lying like this.

"Great grandpa must have his own difficulties in doing this," said Tang Chong.

"Yes. I'm not at ease." said Mr. Jiang. "I'm old. But I'm not that old. I want to see if I'm about to fall down, there are still things at home that haven't been handled and any conflicts outside have not been resolved. When I have one breath left, I might be able to help me again - but the results I saw were disappointed."

His voice is much more flexible now, and he can sit up straight without Tang Chong's support. He is old, but he is not old enough to die.

He did this to look at the movements at home and the movements outside. This old man who has worked hard all his life still can't let go of his worries.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Grandpa is thinking too much." Tang Chong comforted.

"Yes. When I saw the couplet you wrote, I suddenly thought it out." Old Master Jiang said. "If I remember correctly, you wrote a couplet of Chen Hongmou, a Jinshi of Yongzheng, Qing Dynasty, right?"

Tang Chong was solemn and said, "Great Grandpa is knowledgeable and remembers. It is a couplet from Chen Hongmou."

"Don't think I'm so powerful. It's just that I have read a few more books like you." Mr. Jiang said. "Cherishing food and clothing is not only for saving, but also telling us to start from small things and develop good habits. I can't stand those people."

Tang Chong didn't say much about this criticism. When he left, Jiang Keren told him that the old man didn't like extravagance and waste. Obviously, his couplet hit his mind and was suspected of taking shortcuts.

"If you want fame and fortune, don't ask anyone else for it-Tang Chong, if I ask you back, you will definitely not agree, right?" Old Master Jiang looked at Tang Chong with a burning look and asked.

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