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Lin Siyao looked humbly receptive: "Yaoyao listens attentively to Grandpa's advice."

Lin Senshu didn't make any detours, and said straight to the point: "Your characters, like them, look like them, without soul."

Lin Siyao was taken aback for a moment, this evaluation is not a good one.

But she still managed to stabilize her emotions, tilted her head and asked innocently: "Grandpa, what does this mean? Can you explain it in detail? Yaoyao doesn't understand."

"It is said that seeing characters is like seeing people. Liang Yi's characters have the most free and easy strokes. When people see them, they are like drinking wine or eating delicious food. They are extremely enjoyable and have endless aftertaste."

Lin Senshu spoke with some fascination, then paused and looked at Lin Siyao.

"However, your handwriting is very stiff from the beginning to the end of the pen, and there is no aura at all. You can only see the craftsmanship of deliberate imitation and the urgency of not knowing what to ask for. Like, but it lacks soul. Like, instead It is the biggest failure!"

Lin Senshu's words sound a bit ruthless, but in his opinion, art is very serious.

Beauty is beauty, and ugliness is ugliness. If you whitewash it indiscriminately, it is the greatest blasphemy to art.

Just like Lin Siyao, who deliberately imitated Liang Yan, but had no love for her. This is a kind of disrespect.

Lin Siyao's face was full of astonishment and disbelief.

She didn't know calligraphy, so she exchanged the calligraphy buff and imitated it exactly, thinking that it would be foolproof, but she didn't expect that there were so many tricks in it.

But it's clear that she wrote it and it looks the same, where is there no aura?

It's just a few words, but you can still see her urgency?

Although she was really anxious to win...

Regardless, it must be an excuse!

Lin Ya also had the same thought, she was about to speak when Lin Siyao stopped her.

"Then grandpa, what's so good about Meng Bao and Li Xiaomeng's handwriting? Yaoyao has read their handwriting, but she can't see anything special about it."

Lin Senshu glanced at Lin Siyao carefully.

The child had a well-behaved tone just now, but now although he tried his best to control him, his face was full of anger.

This granddaughter's temperament is really bad.

Lin Senshu didn't have to explain to anyone the reason for his apprenticeship, but when he mentioned Mengbao and Li Xiaomeng, there was a little more relief in his eyes, and the desire to share came up just like that.

"Li Xiaomeng, don't look at her young age, small body, she has a broad mind! He respects Liang Yan from the heart, and loves calligraphy from the bottom of his heart. She writes Liang Yan's copybooks, isn't it? In order to imitate, but to learn, I also integrated my own thinking, very strong!"

That's an extremely high rating.

Lin Siyao gritted her teeth: "What about Lemon Treasure?"

Even if Li Xiaomeng's half imitated characters were blown out by Lin Senshu, what's going on with Mengbao?

Meng Bao's writing is very immature, this is absolutely unmistakable!

Mentioning Mengbao, Lin Senshu burst out laughing.

"Meng Bao, her talent is in her eyes, in her heart, even in her blood!"

It's only been two hours of self-study, but when she lifts the bowl, the natural aura, the self-contained demeanor when she writes, and the focus and light in her eyes are all amazing!

Lin Senshu knew that this was the most perfect piece of jade in the rough, as long as it was polished a little, it would surely shine in the calligraphy world.

Meng Bao's achievements will definitely surpass him.

In this regard, Lin Senshu did not feel any sense of crisis, but was very happy.

Blue out of blue and better than blue is a sign of social progress.

Seeing Lin Senshu's radiant face, Lin Siyao was so angry that his hands trembled.

It is said that a thousand people have a thousand Hamlets in their hearts, and there is no standard for art.

But Lin Senshu can't bully those who don't know calligraphy because of this.

If you want to praise anyone, you can talk nonsense about her.

It's enough of a face!

Lin Siyao didn't want to tear herself apart with Lin Senshu, so she took Lin Ya's hand and shook it quietly.

Anyway, Lin Ya is here to make trouble, since there is no way to resolve it peacefully, let her make trouble.

Lin Ya was also very "competitive", quickly reacted, stood up and pointed at Lin Wan and Meng Bao bluntly.

"Dad, there are some things I didn't want to say, but you don't know that I will live like this today. It's all because of my sister! She owes me! I won't say anything else, but her daughter has it, and my daughter has it too." There must be."

Lin Ya's tone was vicious, as if she wanted to swallow Lin Wan's mother and daughter alive.

"Put your hands down."

"Put it down."

Lin Senshu and Ji Huanyu spoke in tacit understanding at the same time, with a strong warning in their eyes.

Lin Ya pointed at Lin Wan and Meng Bao with such a disrespectful gesture, they couldn't stand it.

Touching the two pairs of calm and angry eyes, Lin Ya paused, she was scared after all, and retracted her hand embarrassingly.

His tone changed, he became aggrieved, and cried for a long time: "Dad, I have been really aggrieved these years. There is no place to say if there is a grievance. You have to make the decision for me!"

Lin Senshu glanced at Meng Bao first, and then said, "Then tell me."

Lin Ya sobbed: "Dad, you must be very disappointed, I will have a child out of wedlock..."

Lin Senshu corrected lightly: "This is just a personal choice, I have nothing to be disappointed about."

How can an old artist be bound by that kind of traditional values.

In his opinion, there is nothing to be ashamed of if you rely on yourself whether you don't steal or steal.

Lin Ya, who was caught off guard by being dismantled, paused, and then said again: "I know Dad said that to comfort me, and I know you still care about me... The reason why I gave birth to Lin Siyao is because I was qb!"

Seeing that Lin Senshu's indifferent expression finally cracked, Lin Ya was very satisfied, she continued to cry, and excitedly talked about her "encounter" back then.

That day, she and Lin Wan went clubbing, and she ordered a cup of Long Island iced tea.

Although it is called tea, its alcohol concentration is not low.

Lin Wan ordered a glass of orange juice.

Lin Ya laughed that Lin Wan didn't drink at the bar, so she pushed her Long Island Iced Tea to Lin Wan without any explanation, fearing that she wouldn't drink it, and even snatched her orange juice and drank it all in one gulp.

Knowing that this younger sister was always mischievous, Lin Wan reluctantly drank a few sips of Long Island iced tea, then was overwhelmed and wanted to leave.

Lin Ya still wanted to continue playing in the bar, and asked her sister to go back first.

After several times of persuasion, Lin Wan couldn't do anything, but she felt dizzy again, so she really left.

Unexpectedly, shortly after returning home, she received a distress call from Lin Ya.

Called again and no one picked up.

Lin Wan and Ji Huanyu found out where Lin Ya was based on the location of the phone.

Ji Huanyu stood guard at the door, and Lin Wan saw Lin Ya lying on the bed, her clothes were torn, her body was covered with bruises, there was no light in her eyes, her whole body was like a mess of tattered cotton wool.

……

After hearing this past incident, Lin Senshu couldn't help feeling sad, he asked slowly: "Why do you think your sister is hurting you when something like this happened?"