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He wrote in regular script, exactly the same font as the couplet written at the gate of the courtyard.

One stroke at a time, square and square.

His movement is very slow, but it feels very fast.

His expression was very serious, as if he was doing something big.However, his wrists moved flexibly, protruding and frustrating, the lines were round and gentle, gentle but not soft, with force contained in it, like a not gorgeous but exquisite art performance.

"Hide the head and protect the tail, and put your strength in it." Jiang Liren stood opposite Tang Zhong, and after seeing him write two words, he immediately made such an evaluation. "I didn't expect this kid to be able to write well. At such a young age, he looks like a master."

"When stippling is exhausted, take it with all your strength." This is Jiang Rulong's evaluation.

Jiang Rulong is a painter, and there are many similarities between calligraphy and painting.He can draw well, and naturally his handwriting is not bad.However, compared with Tang Zhong's handwriting, his handwriting is several blocks away.

Even those who don't know much about calligraphy can see that Tang Zhong's handwriting is very good.Languages ​​are different, races have national boundaries, and aesthetics have no boundaries.Just as many people don't speak English, but feel that a certain English song is particularly good.

In an instant, a couplet was finished.

"Bring me to see." Old Mr. Jiang shouted.

"Grandpa, the ink is not dry yet." Jiang Yiran said flatteringly.

Tang Zhong had already put down his brush, and handed over the written couplets, saying, "Calligraphy, the pictures are fresh."

"Exactly. Exactly." Mrs. Jiang laughed. "Tu De is this kind of fresh energy. Send it to me to have a look."

Old Mr. Jiang's hands were weak, Tang Zhong stood in front of Mr. Jiang holding this calligraphy, like a mannequin.

"Treasure food and clothing, not for wealth and fortune."

"Ask for fame and fortune, but don't ask for others."

Old Mrs. Jiang muttered softly.

"Treasure food and clothes, not for wealth and blessings. Seek fame and fortune, but don't ask for others—" Old Mrs. Jiang read it again, and then praised: "Good connection. Good words."

His eyes glowed, he looked at Tang Zhong sincerely, and said, "I'm not as good as you."

The whole room was shocked!

After seeing Jiang Rulong's tiger, Qi Luyu said "I am not as good as him" and drifted away, which was passed down as a good story by Yanjing people.

Now, after reading Tang Zhong's words, Mrs. Jiang actually said 'I'm not as good as you'.

Whoever a person values ​​in his heart hopes to be recognized by him.

Although Jiang Rulong was praised by Qi Luyu, Qi Luyu was only a painter after all.No matter how great a painter is, he is still a painter.

Jiang Rulong's ambition is not just to be a painter.Otherwise, why would he hold his painting in his hand and refuse to show it to others?

Old Mr. Jiang is different. He can decide the future development direction of the family, who to lean on resources, and who can be the leader of the fourth generation of the Jiang family. .

Because getting his praise is equivalent to getting his support.With his backing, why worry about major events not being accomplished?

Old Mrs. Jiang did say this, but unfortunately, not to him.

Jiang Rulong would rather he hadn't said this sentence than he hadn't heard it.

Of course, this is self-deception!

It's not just that Jiang Rulong's heart is complicated and he can think of so many things in an instant, even the other people in the room are also guessing and interpreting the words of Mrs. Jiang.

"Why did the old man say this at this time? Did he want to support Tang Zhong?"

"Jiang Rulong and Tang Zhong, the old man obviously prefers Tang Zhong—what does this mean?"

"The kid surnamed Tang is coming back?"——

"I can't bear this evaluation from my great grandfather." Tang Zhong hurriedly humbled. "The couplet at the door can still touch people's minds after decades of wind and rain, and make people think about themselves. My words don't have such abilities."

The old man looked at Tang Zhong with bright eyes, sighed softly, and said, "This couplet has been hanging on the door for decades, probably only you have read it seriously?"

"—"

This sentence hit the faces of everyone present, making their cheeks burn with pain.

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Indeed, they have long been accustomed to the existence of that couplet when they go in and out.Although some people knew that the words were written by the old man, how many people thought about the meaning?

Younger people are more impulsive and in a hurry. The couplet exists and is ignored just like the two wooden plaques inlaid with it. Who would pay more attention to it?

When the old man said this, he was obviously dissatisfied with the development of the Jiang family over the years.

Reading is good, farming is good, learning is good.Have they learned it?How many descendants of the Jiang family dare to say that they have read well?Let alone farming.

It is difficult to start a business, it is difficult to keep a business, and it is not difficult to know the difficulties.This sentence is the principle of life and the motto of family management.It is the expectation of Mrs. Jiang for her descendants.How many people can understand his painstaking efforts?

Tang Zhong did it.

"I usually like to write, and I am more interested in the well-written characters. When I got off the bus at the door, I was attracted by this couplet at first sight. I stood there thinking for a long time before entering the door." Tang Zhong laughed. He said that he was very happy to see the old man slap these people's faces from left to right.

Aren't you pretending to be an uncle in front of me?Are they all grandchildren now?

"I will give this couplet to my great-grandpa. I wish my great-grandfather a blessing like Donghai and Shoubi Nanshan." Tang Zhong said with a smile. "I said just now that I would write first and then sing - now that I have written the words, I should sing now. Today is my grandfather's [-]th birthday, so I will sing "Song of Life" to meet the occasion."

He pondered for a while, then sang in front of everyone: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you—"

Tang Zhong sang while clapping and beating the beat.After singing a few times, he waved to the people around him and said with a smile, "Everyone sing together. This song will be lively and festive if we sing it together."

Sing together?

Everyone looked at each other.

Just now they made fun of Tang Zhong as a 'singer', now if they sing along, what are they themselves?

However, it’s not okay not to sing—because Tang Zhong said that everyone sings together to be lively and festive.Today is the old man's birthday, don't you want to be busy?You don't want to celebrate?

Only then did they understand, and they were tricked by this kid again unknowingly.

"Sing." Tang Zhong was a little annoyed when he saw how they were all squeaking. "Isn't it normal for us juniors to sing a birthday song for an old man on his birthday? Why do you feel so embarrassed?"

"—"

They can't wait to tear this kid alive.

He had just stabbed them, and then sprinkled a handful of salt on the bloody wound.

This kid is really not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Okay, okay." Mrs. Jiang still smoothed things out for them to step down. "It's all gone. Tang Zhong stayed and talked with me."

"Father, rest well."

"Grandpa, let's go out and wait. I'll pick you up after the birthday party—"

"Grandpa, why don't I stay and talk with you? I really like listening to your stories—"——

Jiang Keren smiled.Very comfortable and proud smile.

She finally let go of what she had been hanging on for so long.

Jiang Keqing secretly gave Tang Zhong a thumbs up, and then helped her mother out of the door.

"It's great. It's great." Grandma said as she walked out.As he spoke, his eyes became red again, and he said, "This kid must have suffered a lot——"

After they went out, the room was suddenly empty, only Tang Zhong who was standing and Mrs. Jiang who was lying down were left.

Tang Zhong walked up to Mrs. Jiang, smiled and said, "Grandpa, shall I help you up?"

Mrs. Jiang took a look at Tang Zhong, smiled with narrowed eyes, and said, "Did you see it?"

"I see." Tang Zhong nodded seriously.

"Oh. It's pitiful to pretend to be crazy when you are old." Mrs. Jiang stretched out his hand, and Tang Zhong hurried over to help him sit on the reclining chair.It's not comfortable for him to lie down like this all the time.

"Grandfather must have his own reasons for doing this." Tang Zhong said.

"That's right. I'm worried." Old Mr. Jiang said. "I'm old. But I'm not that old. I want to see, when I'm about to collapse, what things at home have not been dealt with, and what conflicts have not been resolved outside. I still have one breath left Sometimes, maybe I can help out again—but I am very disappointed by the results I saw.”

His voice is much sharper now, and he can sit up straight without Tang Zhong's support.He's old, but he's not old enough to die.

He did this because he wanted to take another look, to see what was going on at home and what was going on outside.This old man who has worked hard all his life is still unable to let go of his worries.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Grandpa thinks too much." Tang Zhong comforted.

"Yes. When I saw the couplet you wrote, I immediately thought about it." Old Mrs. Jiang said. "If I remember correctly, what you wrote was the couplet written by Chen Hongmou, a Jinshi of Emperor Yongzheng of the Qing Dynasty?"

Tang Zhong was respectful and said, "Grandfather Bowen has a strong memory. It is a couplet by Chen Hongmou."

"Don't think that I'm good. It's just that I read a few more books like you." Mrs. Jiang said. "Treasure food and clothing is not only for saving, but also tells us to start from small things and develop good habits. I can't understand their group of people."

Regarding this criticism, Tang Zhong didn't say much.Jiang Keren had told him when he was leaving that the old man didn't like extravagance and waste.Obviously, this couplet of his hit his mind.There is suspicion of opportunism.

"Ask for fame and fortune, but don't ask for anything—Tang Zhong, if I invite you back, you will definitely not agree?" Mrs. Jiang looked at Tang Zhong with burning eyes and asked aloud.