Emerald pupil

Besides, when Wang Ping heard her father’s criticism of the name of her teahouse, she was very happy. She only thought of putting together this bookstore in the form of a coffee shop and a flower shop on the first floor and a teahouse on the second floor, but she forgot The first floor and the second floor are products of different styles.At that moment, she proposed to ask her father Wang Jia to give her a name. Who knew that her father would not accept her offer at all. After hearing this, she waved her hands and said, "No, no, I can't. I haven't studied for a few years, I just graduated from high school. Why don't you tell the boss Well, if he wants to make it upscale and culturally rich, he might as well invite the professors of the middle school departments of those universities and ask them to give them names. Firstly, the names they marry must be better than what we think, and secondly, it is also possible. Raising the cultural value of this teahouse, isn't it?"

As soon as Wang Ping heard it, she felt that what her father said made sense.Wang Jia is honest and honest, and has self-knowledge. After Wang Ping found out that she was reborn, she gradually looked down on people of this era subtly. Listen to everyone's opinions, and I think it's good, so I took the lead in making a decision.

But in fact, looking back, the experience and knowledge of her parents may not be worse than her own. It seems that the smooth sailing for more than a year has made her gradually lose her direction.

Wang Ping couldn't help being a little vigilant about her transformation. She was not a person with a high IQ in the first place, and it seemed that it was not a good thing to believe too much in her own abilities.

After Wang Ping returned to school, she carefully thought about all the people she knew around her and who she could ask him to name.

It seems that among the people she knows, she has the most cultural background.The one who has the writing skills is his own language teacher.But is it really good to ask Mr. Su to write an inscription for your teahouse?

It's not that Mr. Su is just a middle school Chinese teacher. You must know that being a Chinese teacher in the experimental class of No. [-] Middle School and the leader of the Chinese teaching and research group in Jiangzhou City is definitely comparable to ordinary university teachers, and even more respectful. Higher, especially in the homes of school-age children who are about to take exams such as junior high school and high school entrance examinations.For the teachers who came out of No. [-] Middle School in the city, they are definitely to the point of worship.

It's just that Wang Ping was a little worried that asking her class teacher to write an inscription seemed to be flattering.And she doesn't want too many people to know that she is associated with "Murder Time" in CBD Plaza.Then start from the side with whom you have a close relationship.

Lin Ruo's father seems to be a university professor, but he is having an affair and his character is not very good. Deny it!

Cao Ze's father is the mayor of Hehai City, with a high position and authority.He went out from Jiangzhou City again, and it was not his own initiative to invite high-ranking officials to write inscriptions. If Cao Ze's father could be persuaded to write a name for his teahouse, then his own shop would not have to worry about getting into any trouble in the future. Both can walk sideways.However, it is not Wang Ping's character to pull the tiger's skin and pull the banner.Moreover, because of Cao Ze's relationship, Wang Ping was cautious every time she had to deal with the descendants of those high-ranking officials.Usually get along well, just a normal heart, when she thinks that she wants to ask others, she is not so happy.

Love this kind of thing.Can't help but toss, ask for it today.Help tomorrow, you'll run out of favors soon.Especially there was a big gap between herself and people like Cao Ze and Qin Feng. Wang Ping didn't want to ask them for help because there was nothing particularly serious.Before asking Qin Feng to help me invest in the overseas financial market, in fact, I also sold him a lot of benefits overtly and secretly. If Qin Feng made a fortune with him, the income would definitely make up for the favor she asked Qin Feng for help.

Moreover, it is too high-profile to invite Cao Ze's father, Mayor Cao, to write such an inscription after taking such a long way.It might attract some people's attention, Wang Ping thought about it and finally gave up.

It's time to collect homework in the morning.Seeing Yao Yao's beautiful handwriting in the weekly diary, Wang Ping suddenly remembered that Yao Yao once said that her grandfather's calligraphy is really beautiful.Thinking that his grandfather was so good at writing calligraphy, he must be a great talent. Wang Ping had an idea, how about asking Yao Yao to ask her grandfather to come out of the mountain to help write a name?

Wang Ping didn't know the identity of Yao Yao's grandfather, not even his last name.But in fact, this is better. I don't ask for the identity and background of the person who wrote the inscription, but only for the underlying elegance. She thought about it, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that this idea was good.

At the moment, Wang Ping was also unequivocal, and told Yao Yao directly, without mentioning the word "murder time". She only said that her father opened a teahouse, but she couldn't think of a good name for the time being, because the teahouse followed Chinese classical style. Feng, none of their family are talented or beautiful, and they don't know how to write calligraphy, so I thought about it for a while, and only Yao Yao's calligraphy is the most beautiful among the people I know, so please don't refuse her, and help her. I am very busy.

After listening to Wang Ping's words, Yao Yao subconsciously wanted to refuse. She was steady and introverted, and she was always self-aware. The shoes don't match.If I rashly wrote an inscription for Wang Ping's teahouse, I would be embarrassed to think about it, let alone take it out to meet people.

Who knew that Wang Ping followed up immediately: "Hehe, but didn't you say that your grandpa's handwriting is better? It would be even better if you could ask your grandpa to go out and help me think of a name. Of course, if it's too much trouble , then forget it. I have identified you, and I have agreed with my parents, my tablemate is amazing, you are not allowed to refuse! You will come to my teahouse for free forever!"

When Yao Yao heard Wang Ping mention her grandfather, she breathed a sigh of relief. She felt that if her grandfather was willing to come out to help Wang Ping think of a teahouse name, it would be cheaper to mention a word or something, but...she suddenly thought of her grandfather's identity before retirement, I couldn't help but glance at Wang Ping, but seeing her sincere eyes, I remembered that I had never revealed the identity of my grandfather in front of everyone, even my nominal sister Yao Feifei didn't know the identity of her grandfather. So he let out a breath, thought for a while and said slowly: "Well, okay. I can't write, but I will call my grandfather when I get home on weekends to see if he is willing to write. My Grandpa has made great achievements in calligraphy and Chinese studies, and the name he thought of must be a thousand times better than what I thought."

Wang Ping immediately smiled when she heard this.I want to give Yao Yao a warm hug.Yao Yao didn't like to have physical contact with people. Seeing Wang Ping rushing towards her, she hastily avoided it.Wang Ping knew Yao Yao's personality, but she still couldn't help teasing her, and opened her arms to embrace her.

Liu Zixuan, who was doing his homework, raised his head when he heard the sound of laughter, just in time to see two very quiet and well-behaved girls laughing together, laughing and playing, and couldn't help bumping the elbow of Fang Hua at the same table: "Hey, look."

Fang Hua, who was busy finishing the homework assigned on the weekend while taking advantage of the early self-study, raised his head when he heard this.Just in time to see two beautiful girls hugging each other in the morning light, creaking and laughing non-stop, the faint sunshine sprinkled on their bodies, coating them with a thin layer of golden brilliance...

"I just found out today that the quality of the girls in our class is also good!" Hearing Liu Zixuan muttering to him from the side, Fang Hua turned his head and looked at his deskmate who frowned imperceptibly, and then Glancing at his math homework spread out on the table, he said lightly, "You got three questions wrong."

Liu Zixuan was taken aback when he heard this.He knew that his deskmate had a surprisingly good mind, and he never missed a time. He couldn't care less about admiring the "beautiful scenery" in front of him, and hurriedly lowered his head to find out which homework questions in the notebook were miscalculated.

Last time I just did a wrong question carelessly, so I was pulled out by the math teacher to be a model, and I talked about it for a long time in class.If there are really three questions wrong this time.Math teachers will never let themselves go.

He lowered his head and looked at it several times without finding any problems.I had no choice but to grab Fang Hua and call for help: "At the same table, my dearest at the same table, you must save me!"

Fang Hua raised his head and glanced at him lightly: "Read the title a few times more attentively."

When Liu Zixuan was swept away by Fang Hua's gaze, he flinched for no reason, as if he was glanced at by his father when he was angry.But one is his father who is the secretary of the Political and Legal Committee and is over forty years old.He has always been very authoritative at home, but Fang Hua.Isn't he just a study committee member who is about the same size as himself?When it comes to official position, he is not as powerful as himself, the Communist Youth League secretary, but since when does this guy have such a powerful gaze on people, he seems to have the aura of a superior person naturally, and he can't even learn it by himself of.

Damn, this kid Fang Hua is too evil!

Didn't he just look at his wife a few more times?

I can't even boast about it!

Liu Zixuan shrank to the side, looked at Fang Hua and thought angrily: Tsk, you think I'm blind, I can't tell that you boy has a good impression of Wang Ping.Every time other girls come to ask you questions, you always have a cold face. When Wang Ping comes to ask you questions, you immediately show a pug look, and you almost wag your tail at her.

Liu Zixuan looked up at the sky, two lines of tears shed in his heart, woo woo woo, this is too bullying, what a great grade!

A week later, Yao Yao brought a piece of writing to Wang Ping: "My grandfather took this for you. He said it's up to you, use it if you like it, or throw it away if you don't like it."

Wang Ping opened the rice paper that had not been mounted yet, and there were two clerical script "One Leaf" written on it with splashed ink, without signature or seal.

Wang Ping was embarrassed to say that she didn't know the word "Ye", but she finally sat at the same table with Yao Yao for several years, and she knew it was official script.

Since it was bestowed by the elders, I dare not resign, not to mention it was asked by Wang Ping herself, so I dared to say something bad, thanked Yao Yao again and again, took it home and asked Wang Jia as soon as I entered the door: "Dad, what's the matter?" What is the word, the boss said that since the murder time is not good, then the teahouse should be called by this name."

Hearing this, Wang Jia took the piece of rice paper that he could tell at a glance that it was written randomly, and without mentioning the name, he pointed at these two characters and praised: "Wang Ping, who did your boss ask for the inscription? It's really a good handwriting." !"

Although Wang Jia's education is not high, only high school level, but he likes this kind of things very much, otherwise Wang Ping would not have said that he wanted to open a teahouse when he asked him what he wanted to do.In the past, he had neither money nor time to learn about calligraphy and painting, but now as his family’s conditions improved day by day, and "someone" paid for him to manage the teahouse, Wang Jia often went to Panyuan when he was free, and saw many teahouses that he claimed to be Calligraphy masters' works, not to mention his authentic and fake works, but in terms of official script, these two characters are also ranked high in the copybooks he has seen.

Wang Ping stuck out her tongue and could only make things up: "Is this word good? Who wrote it, the boss didn't say anything."

Wang Jia stared at this handwriting. It seemed that he never got tired of reading it, and he especially liked it: "Okay, of course it is good. My dear daughter, my father will teach you that the official script is about the twists and turns of the silkworm head and the wild goose tail. ", that is, in the process of using the pen to hide the front of the pen, at the same time, write the shape of the stroke formed in the process of starting the pen into a shape similar to the head of a silkworm. Pick a pen. Look... this... this... this... These few joints are square and evenly distributed, just like the standard silkworm head and wild goose tail, twists and turns."

"This clerical script is very good. Since ancient times, there has been a saying in Han Li and Tang Kai. The clerical script is used to carve a plaque and hang it at the gate of the second floor to show its broad momentum and unique charm."

Wang Jia said that he thought of Wang Ping and asked him what the word "Ye" was before, and added: "This is the traditional Chinese character for Ye, you middle school students, you even said that you are from a key middle school, and even the characters of your ancestors don't know." I don’t know each other. One leaf, one page, can be understood as a page of a book, and can also be applied to Buddhist gatha, one flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi.” Wang Jia gently stroked the two official script Chinese characters, "The Zen in these two words is very deep. Well, it's really good. It's much better than the murder time you found before!"

Wang Ping silently rolled her eyes at her father who was still admiring the two big characters. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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