Liu Jianming directly reached out and pushed his dislocated chin up. Without saying a word, he strode into the study opposite the office.
Since he is a student of Ning Qingyuan, how could he not understand calligraphy?
His calligraphy is also famous. He doesn't even write many people carrying his wallets to ask him for inscriptions.
Ning Qingyuan slowly stood up, Ning Yan reached out to help, but was pushed away:
"Good granddaughter, go make tea and let this kid see. My granddaughter is more than enough to match him."
Ning Yan was ashamed of shame, stomped her feet and walked away, leaving Su Mu an extremely beautiful back.
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 has a simple layout, but it has an ancient meaning.
The desk by the window is very large enough to spread the largest rice paper.
Principal Liu personally arranged everything, picked up a piece of ink and ground it in 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 not write? I want to vomit when I see the brush."
Ning Erxian asked in confusion:
"Su Mu, do you don't like calligraphy? As the saying goes, there are words in your eyes, but no words in your heart, and if you don't love them, how can you write good words?"
Su Mu was so lingering and didn't listen.
Mom, fake father-in-law, I thought we were fellow fellows.
If you have some pursuit, you should say that you have code in your eyes and no code in your heart. We two father-in-law and son-in-law can share your experiences with you if you have nothing to do.
As for why he wanted to vomit when he saw the brush, Su Mu was too lazy to explain.
From the age of three, you start practicing calligraphy and practice until you end up using tons of stone brushes. If you practice, you will vomit.
Principal Liu quickly polished the ink, stood by the desk, looking at Su Mu with anticipation.
Su Mu had no choice but to walk over.
After looking at the rice paper pressed with paperweight on the desktop, he picked up a pen from the pen holder.
This kind of Dou Pen is specially used to write large characters.
The few people in the study were all masters of calligraphy, and Ning Qingyuan was even more a master of calligraphy. The moment Su Mu picked up the pen, everyone seemed to have a flower in front of him.
Su Mu's aura was different.
A hint of surprise flashed across Ning Erxian's face.
This kid is really hidden.
He couldn't help but stand up, walked over quietly, and watched.
Su Mu grabbed the brush and dipped it in ink, and then walked around like a dragon and a snake on the huge piece of rice paper.
Four big characters appeared on rice paper.
Forced to open business.
Principal Liu has extremely high attainments in calligraphy. When he saw these four words, he burst into his mind.
Stupid.
Ning Erxian was even more excited, with glorious eyes.
"Okay! OK! Good handwriting!"
Ning Qingyuan snorted and cursed:
"You know what's the point, get out of the way."
He walked up, lowered his head and stared at the four words, his eyes were full of brilliance. The more he looked, the more excited he became. The more he looked, the more excited he became. Finally, his hands couldn't help trembling.
"This is this! These four words, the spirit is perfectly combined. Although you are sarcastic, the old man seems to be able to see the scene where all living beings have to make a living. You are amazing,
It's amazing, how did you practice it? This word is no longer comparable to me."
Principal Liu and Ning Erxian almost fell to the ground.
"Teacher... are you...a little...!"
Ning Qingyuan glanced at Liu Jianming, and regretted that he was not strong enough:
"You can see that a hammer is all your thoughts are used for utilitarianism."
When Liu Jianming was scolded, he could only smile embarrassedly and dare not reply.
Ning Erxian stared at the four words, and the more he looked, the more excited he became. Finally, he was almost sweating all over:
"Su Mu, you... cannot. I started practicing hard for more than 40 years since I was five years old, but I actually...!"
The cold sweat on Ning Erxian's forehead was flowing out. He breathed a long sigh, and when he looked at Su Mu, he seemed to be looking at the monster:
"Can you tell me how you practiced?"
Su Mu smiled:
"Uncle, you find a hundred-meter waterfall and make a pen with a ton of bluestone. The tip of the pen should be as thin as a hair. Then stand in the waterfall, thread the needle with one hand with the tip of your nose, and pierce 9980 times a day
A needle can be perfect after practicing hard for ten years.
Ning Erxian's face looked like earth, looked at Su Mu in horror, and shook his head fiercely.
Ning Qingyuan had recovered from peace, and he sighed:
"In this world, some people are asking for food to the ancestor, and some are giving food to the ancestor. You kid, maybe the ancestor is chasing his butt and stuffing it into your mouth. I live 103 years old, but I haven't
Have seen such a weird thing as you."
Su Mu laughed:
"Old man, let me leave this bowl of rice for you to continue eating. I have other food."
Ning Qingyuan glared:
"What kind of meal do you want to have?"
Su Mu smiled:
"Soft Rice, your calligraphy and paintings are sold for hundreds of millions. You will write and paint more in your lifetime. It will be more valuable when you leave. Wouldn't you marry your granddaughter to me? Hehehe, then, these calligraphy and paintings are hers
I will sell one if I have no money in the future, and it will be enough to eat in ten lifetimes."
Liu Jianming and Ning Erxian almost fell to the ground, but Ning Qingyuan laughed loudly, laughing extremely happily, and took Su Mu's hand and walked towards the tea room on the other side:
"Let's go and tell my baby granddaughter, if you dare not say it, I will look down on you."
Although the old man is over 100 years old, he is still in athletic and has no problem living for another twenty years.
In the tea room, Ning Yan was boiling water with a red face. It was obvious that she had eavesdropped on the conversation in the study.
Su Mu smiled and walked over and said:
"Sister Ning, get up, stand aside and learn something. Making tea is an art. I will pass on the arts on behalf of my teacher today, and I will only perform once, so I will be optimistic."
Liu Jianming and Ning Erxian also walked in, and several people sat around the sea of tea and looked at Su Mu.
Su Mu started the performance quickly.
Boiling water, choosing tea leaves, burning tea sets, and washing tea, a series of actions are simply flowing, and Ning Yan is dazzling.
Ning Qingyuan was fascinated by the sight, his face was dancing and his beard was trembling.
Su Mu's set, no matter whether it is choice, washing, rinsing, or soaking, every link is very touching, just like a dance.
The movements between square meters are easy to say, but difficult to do.
It was a complete combination of strength and beauty.
Ning Qingyuan felt refreshed when he saw it, but Liu Jianming and Ning Erxian were dumbfounded.
"Boy, are you... playing... playing magic?"
Ning Yan was excited, staring at Su Mu's hands tightly, and didn't dare to blink for a moment, for fear of missing any action.
Ning Qingyuan is a true master. He thought to himself that this kid's tea art is definitely the best in the world today.
If I could drink the tea made by this kid every day, it would be a pleasure.
I still know what Ning Yan is thinking. She was a terminal illness before, but now she is obviously in love with the boy.
Ning Qingyuan looked at his beloved granddaughter quietly and was secretly entangled.
How to take action?
Su Mu had already brewed the tea. In the five egg-sized tea cups, the golden shiny tea was extremely attractive.
Ning Qingyuan smiled slightly, picked up one of the cups, first smelled, then shook his head and felt refreshed, and finally took a sip slowly, sighed, and exclaimed:
"The taste is long and the saliva is so wonderful that even if I drink Dahongpao from the six ancient trees in the southeast, I don't have this taste. Boy, your tea art is a master."
Su Mu smiled.
Tea making is not only a skill, but also has a very profound skill. He applied his true energy to making tea, and his mastery of the heat and time is not bad. It would be strange if the tea brewed is not delicious.
Liu Jianming and Ning Erxian quickly picked up a cup and followed suit. After taking a sip, Liu Jianming's eyes lit up, but he said on his mouth:
"Teacher, this has something to do with my good tea?"
Ning Qingyuan glared at him:
"You dare to say that you have broken tea? You know what's the point! Tea art is the key. No matter how good the tea is, it's a waste if you can't brew it. No matter how ordinary the tea is, it can be brewed into the best. In my life, the most important thing is,
Love books, paintings, tea, Su Mu, when can I drink the tea you make for me every day?"
Su Mu let out a scream, but Ning Yan felt ashamed and shook his hand holding the teacup.
The golden tea soup was sprinkled all over the floor.