On the first day of military training, Gao Leng’s school belle gave me water

In the study, the silver-haired old man was rummaging through something that Su Ningshuang wanted to bring to her grandfather.

Ye Chen stood there bored, his eyes were attracted by a picture on the desk that had been written for about half a day.

Not surprisingly, this picture should have been written by Grandpa Qin, and it hasn't even had time to frame it.

As for the content, it is also very simple, only the words "immovable as a mountain".

"Hey, Xiaochen, do you know calligraphy?"

After noticing that Ye Chen was reading what he had just written in the morning, the silver-haired old man asked.

"Know a billion points."

Ye Chen answered modestly.

Hearing what Ye Chen said, the silver-haired old man was not surprised. After all, these years, young parents have paid more and more attention to the education of their children.

They sent their children to learn calligraphy, painting, Go, etc. early on. It is normal for Xiaochen to know calligraphy.

"Then what do you think of my four words?"

The silver-haired old man asked casually.

When he was in the capital, he met many top calligraphers, and those calligraphers praised his handwriting for being very good.

However, just when the silver-haired old man thought Ye Chen would compliment him, Ye Chen said something that surprised him.

"Grandpa Qin, you should have learned the calligraphy of Yan Zhenqing and Liu Gongquan. As the saying goes, Yan Jin and Liu Gu, your Yan Jin and Liu Gu are well used. As for Liu Gu..."

Ye Chen hesitated to speak.

Having obtained top-level calligraphy skills from the game, Ye Chen felt that this calligraphy was very ordinary, very ordinary after only one glance.

And Ye Chen said that, already giving face.

Grandpa Qin's handwriting does not have the beauty of calligraphy at all. Liu Gu didn't learn it at all, but only learned a similarity.

"What did you say?"

The silver-haired old man narrowed his eyes suddenly, as if he was angry.

"Ye Chen..."

Su Ningshuang whispered in Ye Chen's ear.

Su Ningshuang knew that Ye Chen's calligraphy was very good, and it was absolutely no problem to comment on it professionally.

But now, after all, it's Grandpa Qin, their elder, even if there are shortcomings, shouldn't he be more tactful?

She thought Grandpa Qin might be a little angry.

The silver-haired old man didn't let Su Ningshuang continue.

"Xiaochen, you said my Liu Gu didn't study well, what's wrong?"

Grandpa Qin walked up to Ye Chen and asked carefully.

Seeing this, Ye Chen didn't hide anything, and replied directly:

"Liu Gu means that Liu Gongquan's calligraphy is strong, powerful, and beautiful. Grandpa Qin, look at your handwriting. First of all, there is no handwriting. The whole handwriting is soft, as if it is about to collapse... ..."

Ye Chen spoke eloquently, and said all the four-character questions about Grandpa Qin's "immovable like a mountain".

After listening to Ye Chen's analysis, Grandpa Qin looked at his handwriting carefully again, his expression became complicated.

Just when Su Ningshuang was worried whether Grandpa Qin would get angry, the silver-haired old man laughed.

He patted Ye Chen on the shoulder, then looked at Ye Chen with great admiration:

"Xiaochen, what you said is indeed right, I accept your criticism."

"The calligraphers I knew before, because of my identity, no one dared to tell me the truth..."

The silver-haired old man reckoned that those few calligraphers in the capital were afraid of offending him and only dared to speak nicely.

Listening to Xiao Chen's answer today, let him realize the reality, his strength is still not enough, and he still needs to learn more.

At this moment, in the heart of the silver-haired old man, the impression of Ye Chen has improved again.

Xiaochen should be one of the best people among all the young people he knows.

"By the way, Xiaochen, your calligraphy is so good, have you ever joined any associations or organizations?"

The silver-haired old man asked curiously.

"Grandpa Qin, I have joined the Huaxia Calligraphers Association."

Ye Chen replied.

"Huaxia Calligraphers Association?"

Grandpa Qin was a little surprised.

Huaxia Calligraphers Association, this should be the highest level calligraphy association in the country.

"Xiaochen, do you want to meet the secretary-general of the Huaxia Calligraphers Association? Can I help you?"

Grandpa Qin continued to ask,

He kind of wanted to introduce Xiaochen, a junior with unlimited potential, to the secretary-general of the Huaxia Calligraphers Association he knew, and let him train Xiaochen.

"Thank you, Grandpa Qin, for your kindness."

"However, I have known the secretary-general of the Huaxia Calligraphers Association very early, and I gave him some pointers during the last gathering."

Ye Chen replied lightly.

"Xiaochen, what did you say?!"

"Did you point out the Secretary-General of the Huaxia Calligrapher last time?!"

Grandpa Qin had an expression of disbelief.

The secretary-general of the Huaxia calligrapher is already one of the top calligraphers in the country.

He is also the most powerful and powerful calligrapher he knows.

But now, Xiaochen said that he had given advice to the vice president of the Huaxia Calligraphers Association? !

Isn't this a joke? ! !

A young man in his 20s, going to teach a top calligrapher in China? !

What Xiao Chen said was a bit too exaggerated.

If the positions of the two were changed to the secretary-general of the Huaxia Calligraphers Association and Xiaochen was instructed, he would still think it would be more reasonable.

The silver-haired old man didn't quite believe Ye Chen's words.

For a while, his impression of Ye Chen changed, not so good.

Finally, the silver-haired old man asked a question:

"Xiaochen, what position do you hold in the Huaxia Calligraphers Association?"