Hearing Wang Mo's words, Xiang Nanfang couldn't hide his joy and said: "Then you got the right thing. My dad likes calligraphy and painting the most, and he also loves to create very much. Although in my opinion, his level is very low."
Average, but he is a good teacher!
As long as my father is happy, it will be useless even if my mother wants to do anything. My father loves me the most."
While they were talking, the two of them had already entered the gate.
What caught Wang Mo's eyes was the tall and straight cedar.
Although later generations determined that cedar was the city tree of Jinling City, in fact, the most planted species in Jinling City was the French plane tree.
When talking about the French plane tree, we have to talk about the mother of the country during the Republic of China.
It is said that when she was studying abroad, she loved the tall and dense plane trees very much, so after she became the mother of the country, a large number of plane trees were planted in Jinling, the capital at that time.
It forms a 12-kilometer long road from Xiaguan Pier to Zhongshan Gate, with the characteristic scenery of French plane trees on both sides of the road.
Moreover, cedars are native to the Himalayas, and Jinling is in the southern region, so it is really not easy to see such large cedars here.
Seeing Wang Mo's eyes, Xiang Nanfang smiled and said: "This is a cedar. Isn't it strange to see this kind of plant here?"
Wang Mo nodded and said: "It is indeed very strange. It should grow on high mountains. I didn't expect it to be able to adapt to the temperature of Jinling."
Xiang Nanfang said with some pride: "You are right, it does grow at higher altitudes, but this is an improved variety and can adapt to the temperature of Jinling. My dad likes cedar very much, so he
Let someone transplant it over."
Wang Mo didn't say anything. This is the benefit of a powerful family. As long as you have hobbies and wishes, no matter how big your wish is, one day it will become a reality.
This is a yard of more than 20 square meters. In addition to such a tall cedar, there are also some flowers and plants in the yard. It seems that someone in Xiang Nanfang's family likes to play with these things very much.
In the middle is a two-story Western-style building, which looks like a European style building. At first glance, it seems that it is not a product after the founding of the People's Republic of China. It should be left over from the Republic of China period.
As soon as Xiang Nanfang entered the door, he shouted: "Dad, Mom, this is my deskmate Wang Mo."
Wang Mo saw a middle-aged man and woman standing up on the sofa in the living room.
The man has a tall and straight body, a square face, and his demeanor gives him a calm and powerful look.
The woman is dressed like a lady and looks much younger than the man. She should be better cared for.
"Hello, uncle and aunt, it's my first time here, so I'm sorry to bother you!"
Wang Mo knows what attitude he should adopt when facing someone. Although his attitude at this time is respectful, he is neither humble nor silent.
Father Xiang and Mother Xiang glanced up and down at Wang Mo. It was obvious that this was not the first time they had heard of his name.
After just a moment, Xiang's father smiled and said: "You are welcome to be a guest at home, come in quickly!"
Xiang's mother didn't speak during the whole process, just wearing a polite smile, but this smile made people feel a sense of distance.
Putting on the slippers found by the nanny, Wang Mo and Xiang Nanfang went to the living room together.
Wang Mo just walked in. Mother Xiang saw what was in his hand and seemed surprised and said: "Nanfang, since I am your classmate, how can you bring gifts when you come to our house as a guest?"
After hearing Xiang's mother's words, Xiang's father's expression immediately became serious and official.
"You're just here, and you didn't bring any gifts. It seems that the south didn't tell you that our family generally doesn't accept gifts from others. And as far as I know, you are still a high school student now, and you are focusing on your studies now.
On top, not on these messy things."
Obviously, Xiang's father was a little dissatisfied with Wang Mo's bringing of gifts.
Wang Mo saw Xiang Mu's surprised expression and knew that this was her first attack.
She didn't mention that she was invited here. It seemed that she didn't tell anyone about inviting her here.
This was not the scene she should have prepared for, but unfortunately both Xiang Fu and Xiang Nanfang were back, so she had to adapt to circumstances.
Seeing that his father didn't look good on Wang Mo when they met, Xiang Nannan immediately stepped forward and hugged his father's arm, saying coquettishly: "Dad, what are you talking about? Wang Mo didn't come to give you a gift, let alone this painting.
He wrote the calligraphy himself. He knew that you were of high skill, so he brought it here for you to give some advice."
Hearing his daughter's words, Xiang's father really relaxed, looked at Wang Mo in surprise and asked, "Can you also calligraphy?"
Wang Mo said humbly: "I understand a little, but in front of you I must be doing my best."
Father Xiang waved his hand and said: "Hey, you can't say that. It's good for you young people to have a hobby. As for how good your writing is, secondly, it's also good to practice calligraphy and sharpen your temper.
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Sure enough, as Xiang Nanfang said, Father Xiang likes to be a teacher. During this meeting, he had not even said a few words, but he behaved like an elder teacher.
Wang Mo handed the thing in his hand to Xiang Nanfang, and then Xiang Nanfang took it to Father Xiang.
It can be seen that Xiang's father loves calligraphy very much. He just got it and couldn't wait to open it to take a look.
This is the Diamond Sutra written in small regular script by Wang Mo when he is free. One is for practicing calligraphy, and the other is for cultivating one’s character.
As soon as Mr. Xiang opened it, he felt an ethereal air blowing into his face.
In the previous world, Wang Mo studied with the calligraphy master for a long time, and in the following time, he gradually developed his own style.
Father Xiang is also a man who has seen the world and knows what treasures are.
He looked at every word obsessively, as if he had forgotten that there were guests at home.
Xiang's mother is also a discerning person, and there was surprise in her eyes, but she didn't like calligraphy as much as Xiang's father, so she quickly looked away.
Xiang's mother knew that Wang Mo was very good, so Xiang's mother, who worked in a government agency, knew the rumors about him best.
But if you say that this calligraphy was written by Wang Mo, you won’t believe it even if you say that Xiang’s mother wrote it.
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Good study can be said to be good talent, but calligraphy cannot reach this level without years of accumulation.
"The calligraphy on this painting is really good. It looks like it was written by a famous artist." Mother Xiang said beside her.
Xiang's mother's words awakened Xiang's father who was deeply fascinated by it, and he immediately realized that this calligraphy was really written by Wang Mo, an underage person?
Father Xiang has met too many people in his life, some are truly talented, and some are just trying to show off.
Xiang's father's first reaction was to think that this calligraphy should have been written by an elder in Wang Mo's family. However, Wang Mo said that it was written by himself. The purpose, of course, was to create a good impression in front of him.<
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For a moment, Xiang's father, who had just had a good impression of Wang Mo, immediately calmed down.
He asked his daughter to roll up the things and said: "I don't dare to point out this work, and I can't accept it. You can take it back!"
Seeing his father whose face changed as quickly as the sky changed, Xiang Nannan said in confusion: "Dad, why are you like this? You already said that this was written by Wang Mo himself and it's not valuable. What do you mean by asking him to take it back!"
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Although Xiang Nanfang knew that the calligraphy was beautiful, she did not know its value.
I originally heard that Wang Mo was coming. As a city leader, Xiang's father also heard about this genius from Jinling City, so he wanted to meet him.
Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a person seeking fame and reputation. Father Xiang was a little disappointed, so he stood up and said without interest: "Classmate Wang Mo, don't leave tonight, stay for a casual meal, you sit down first, I won't accompany you anymore."
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Wang Mo, who has a delicate heart, immediately understood the reason why Father Xiang changed his face.
He immediately said: "Uncle, I'm afraid you already think that this calligraphy was not written by me, and that I am a villain who steals other people's works."
Wang Mo's words surprised Father Xiang, and he did not hide it and said: "Yes, this character is indeed written very well, but it cannot be written by someone at your age."
This result was within Wang Mo's expectation. Anyone who saw that font would probably not believe that it was written by a 17-year-old boy.
"As the saying goes, facts speak louder than words. I don't think you will believe it no matter how I explain it. You should have a study room at home. Why don't I write a few words for you on the spot. The results will be clear at a glance." Intellectually, it was impossible for Xiang's father to believe Wang Mo's words, but seeing Wang Mo's confident expression, Xiang's father had to believe it in his heart.
In fact, Xiang's father usually doesn't get along with a child, but who knows that this is his favorite calligraphy!
"Okay, then let us appreciate your work."
On the table in the study room, there are ready-made four treasures of the study, and there is ink in the inkstone. When I saw Xiang's father, he often came here to write.
On a new piece of rice paper, Wang Mo changed the font to running script and wrote those famous sayings.
"Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living and the people, carry on the unique teachings of the past saints, and create peace for all generations."
Xiang Nanfang on the side read it softly.
"Good calligraphy is as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, and the font is stretched and stylish. It captures the true meaning of running script!"
Father Xiang’s eyes were filled with admiration.
Xiang's mother also looked at Wang Mo in surprise, not expecting that he was really hiding it.
"Uncle is so complimentary. In terms of running script, I haven't found my own path yet. I'm still imitating the style of my predecessors. I don't deserve my uncle's praise."
Hearing Wang Mo's humble words, Xiang's father immediately pretended to be angry and said: "If I say you deserve it, you definitely deserve it. If you don't deserve it, then I haven't even crossed the threshold."
Everyone said this, so Wang Mo could only accept his praise.
The happiest thing here is Xiang Nanfang. Nothing makes her happier than seeing her sweetheart getting along well with her father.
Father Xiang is obviously very happy today. Although Wang Mo is young, he is a master of calligraphy, so Father Xiang wants to have a good discussion with him.
"Cuilan, prepare some more delicious dishes tonight. I have to have a few drinks with classmate Xiao Wang." Father Xiang said happily.