Liu Jianming directly stretched out his hand to push up his dislocated chin, and without saying a word, strode into the study room opposite the office.
Since he is Ning Qingyuan's student, how could he not understand calligraphy?
His calligraphy is also very famous. Many people come to him with money bags to ask for inscriptions, but he doesn't write them.
Ning Qingyuan stood up slowly. Ning Yan reached out to help her, but was pushed away:
"My dear granddaughter, go make tea and show this boy. My granddaughter is more than good enough for him."
Ning Yan was so ashamed that she stomped her feet and turned away, leaving Su Mu with an extremely beautiful back view.
Ning Qingyuan took Su Mu and Ning Erxian into Liu Jianming's study.
Principal Liu is preparing pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
The study room is very large, and the layout is very simple, but it has an ancient feel.
The desk by the window is large enough to spread the largest rice paper.
Principal Liu arranged everything himself and picked up a piece of ink to polish the ink himself.
Ning Qingyuan didn't say anything, just looked at Su Mu.
Su Mu smiled bitterly, touched the back of his head, and said with a smile:
"Old man, can you stop writing? I feel like vomiting when I see the brush now."
Ning Erxian asked puzzledly:
"Su Mu, don't you like calligraphy? As the saying goes, there are words in your eyes but no words in your heart. If you don't love it, how can you write good calligraphy?"
Su Mu was so surprised that he didn't listen.
Mom, fake father-in-law, I thought we were the same people.
Whenever you have some pursuit, you should say that you have a code in your eyes but no code in your heart. We, the two sons-in-law, can share our experiences if nothing happens.
As for why he felt like vomiting when he saw the brush, Su Mu didn't bother to explain.
I started practicing calligraphy when I was three years old, and by the end I was using a brush made of tons and tons of stones, which made me vomit even as I practiced.
Principal Liu quickly polished the ink and stood at the desk, looking at Su Mu expectantly.
Su Mu had no choice but to walk over.
After looking at the rice paper pressed with a paperweight on the table, he picked up a pen from the pen holder.
This kind of pen is specially used for writing large characters.
Several people in the study were all masters of calligraphy, and Ning Qingyuan was a master of calligraphy. The moment Su Mu picked up the pen, everyone's eyes seemed to be filled with flowers.
Su Mu's whole aura was different.
A trace of surprise flashed across Ning Erxian's face.
This kid is really hiding his secrets.
He couldn't help but stood up, quietly walked over, and watched.
Su Mu grabbed the pen and dipped it in ink, and then wrote on the huge rice paper like a dragon or snake, slithering away quickly.
Four big characters appeared on the rice paper.
Forced to open for business.
Principal Liu's calligraphy skills are extremely high. When he saw these four words, his mind went crazy.
Silly.
Ning Erxian was even more excited, and his eyes were filled with light.
"Okay! Okay! What a good word!"
Ning Qingyuan snorted and cursed:
"You know what the heck, get out of the way."
He walked up, lowered his head and stared at those four words, his eyes were shining again and again. The more he looked, the more excited he became, and the more he looked, the more excited he became. In the end, his hands could not help but tremble.
"This, this, this! These four words, the energy and spirit are perfectly combined together. Although you kid is making fun of me, the old man seems to be able to see the scene where all living beings have to work hard to make a living. You kid, it's amazing,
It's incredible. How did you practice it? This word is no different from mine."
Principal Liu and Ning Erxian almost fell to the ground.
"Teacher...you...isn't this a bit...!"
Ning Qingyuan glanced at Liu Jianming, hating that iron could not become steel:
"You can see that hammer, all your thoughts are devoted to utilitarianism."
When Liu Jianming was scolded, he could only smile and dare not speak back.
Ning Erxian stared at those four words. The more he looked at them, the more excited he became. In the end, he was almost covered in cold sweat:
"Su Mu, you... It's impossible. I've been practicing hard for more than 40 years since I was five years old, and you actually...!"
Cold sweat broke out on Ning Erxian's forehead. He took a long breath and looked at Su Mu as if he were looking at a monster:
"Can you tell me how you practice?"
Su Mu chuckled:
"Uncle, find a hundred-meter waterfall and make a pen out of a one-ton bluestone. The tip of the pen should be as thin as a hair. Then stand in the waterfall, thread a needle with the tip of your nose with one hand, and make nine or eighty needles every day.
A needle, ten years of hard work, and you can achieve greatness.
Ning Erxian's face turned earth-colored, he looked at Su Mu in horror, and shook his head fiercely.
Ning Qingyuan had regained his composure and sighed:
"In this world, some people beg for food from the Grandmaster, and some people are rewarded by the Grandmaster. You kid, it's probably the Grandmaster who chases your ass and stuffs it into your mouth. I have lived for one hundred and three years, and I have not yet
I’ve seen such a weirdo like you.”
Su Mu laughed:
"Old man, I'd better leave this bowl of rice for you to continue eating. I have other food to eat."
Ning Qingyuan glared:
"What do you want to eat, kid?"
Su Mu chuckled:
"Ruanfan, one of your calligraphy and paintings can be sold for hundreds of millions. If you write more and more paintings during your lifetime, it will be worth more when you are gone. Aren't you going to marry your granddaughter to me? Hehehe, when the time comes, these calligraphy and paintings will be hers.
As for the dowry, if I run out of money in the future, I will sell one piece, which will be enough for ten lifetimes."
Liu Jianming and Ning Erxian almost fell to the ground, but Ning Qingyuan laughed heartily, holding Su Mu's hand and walking to the teahouse on the other side:
"Come on, let's go tell my precious granddaughter. If you don't dare to tell me, I will look down on you."
Even though the old man is over a hundred years old, he still has a strong and vigorous pace and will have no problem living for another twenty years.
In the tea room, Ning Yan was boiling water with a blushing face. It was obvious that she overheard the conversation in the study.
Su Mu chuckled, walked over and said:
"Sister Ning, get up and stand aside to learn how to make tea. Making tea is an art. I will teach you the art today. I will only perform it once. Watch it."
Liu Jianming and Ning Erxian also walked in. They sat around the sea of tea and looked at Su Mu.
Su Mu quickly started performing.
Boiling water, selecting tea leaves, ironing the tea sets, and washing the tea, the series of actions were so smooth that Ning Yan was dazzled.
Ning Qingyuan was fascinated by what he saw, his face was beaming with excitement and his beard was trembling.
Su Mu's routine, whether it's selecting, washing, rinsing or soaking, every step is as smooth as a dance.
This small movement is easy to say but extremely difficult to do.
That can be called a combination of power and beauty.
Ning Qingyuan looked relaxed and happy, but Liu Jianming and Ning Erxian were dumbfounded.
"Boy, are you... playing... magic?"
Ning Yan had an excited look on her face, her eyes fixed on Su Mu's hands, not daring to blink for fear of missing any movement.
Ning Qingyuan is a true master, and he thinks that this boy's tea art is definitely the best in the world today.
If I could drink the tea brewed by this guy every day, it would be a real pleasure.
I still know what this girl Ning Yan is thinking. She was terminally ill before, but now, she is obviously passionately devoted to the boy.
Ning Qingyuan glanced at his beloved granddaughter calmly, feeling secretly confused.
How to take action?
Su Mu has already brewed the tea. In the five-egg-sized teacup, the golden and shiny tea is extremely tempting.
Ning Qingyuan smiled slightly, picked up one of the glasses, smelled it for a while, then shook his head with a happy expression, and finally took a slow sip, sighed and praised:
"The taste is long and refreshing, and it's wonderful. Even if I was in the imperial capital and drank the Dahongpao from the six ancient trees in the southeast, it wouldn't taste like this. Boy, your tea art is a master."
Su Mu chuckled.
Making tea is not only a craft, but also a very deep one. He applied his true energy to making tea, and his control of the heat and time was perfect. It was no wonder that the tea he brewed was not delicious.
Liu Jianming and Ning Erxian quickly picked up a glass and imitated each other. After taking a sip, Liu Jianming's eyes lit up and he said:
"Teacher, does this have something to do with my good tea?"
Ning Qingyuan glared at him:
"How dare you say good tea like this? You know nothing! Tea art is the key. No matter how good the tea is, it is a waste if it is not brewed properly. Even ordinary tea can be brewed into the best. In my life, at the end of my life,
I love books, paintings, and tea, Su Mu, when will I be able to drink the tea you make for me every day?"
Su Mu groaned, but Ning Yan was so embarrassed that she shook her hand holding the tea cup.
The golden tea soup was scattered all over the floor.