Chapter 17 Calligraphy

   "Ouch, my baby is here."

  The old man of the Jun family who was practicing calligraphy under the plane tree in the yard, heard the familiar and immature childlike voice.

   hurriedly put down the brush in his hand, greeted him at the door with a kind eyebrow smiling.

  Xiaobao, who was wearing Pikachu's clothes, smiled and fell into the arms of the old man.

  "Grandpa is early." Xiaobao grabbed the beard of the grandpa and smiled.

   "Morning, dear, where is your father?"

   "Dad and Mommy are outside."

  Xia Bangyuan? Hearing Xiaobao's words, the old lady remained silent, but thought about it in her heart.

  Forcing Aling to obtain a certificate back then, he already felt very sorry for his grandson, so he couldn't comment on Jun Shiling's ignorance of Xia Wanyuan.

  In the past two years, Jun Shiling has gradually gained a foothold, and divorce with Xia Banyuan is also foreseeable, and he himself does not like Xia Banyuan's style.

   just worrying about the great-grandson in front of him, and forced to admit Xia Banyuan's identity.

  Alas, the old man sighed in his heart. He didn't want to care about the young man's affairs. He glanced at the soft grandson in his arms, hoping that A Ling could handle it well and try his best to avoid harm to the children.

  The sound of the door being pushed open disturbed his thoughts. The old man looked at the people coming, his eyes slightly widened.

  His impression of Xia Wanyuan remained four years ago. The woman who singled out him with a B-ultrasound had exquisite makeup, and her eyebrows were ambitions and domineering.

  But Xia Wanyuan, who is standing next to Jun Shiling, is elegant and generous, with a calmness emanating from the inside out between her eyebrows.

  Standing under the eaves of the carved beam painting building, she looks like a noble lady walking out of the painting, especially with a classical nobility.

   "Mommy!" Seeing Jun Shiling and Xia Wanyuan approaching, Xiaobao let go of the old man's hand and got to Xia Wanyuan's side.

  Xia Wanyuan smiled and touched Xiaobao’s head, and Jun Shiling bent slightly towards the old man, "Grandpa."

  Xia Wanyuan looked at the old, but still energetic, kind-looking old man, bent slightly, and followed Jun Shiling and called "Grandpa."

  The calm and polite tone, the indifferent attitude, made the old man, the former helm of the Jun family, all admired, and his eyes couldn't help but turn around Jun Shiling and Xia Wanyuan.

   "Well, go in and sit down when you come." The old lady finally retracted his gaze.

  The old lady hasn't seen Xiaobao for a long time. She couldn't think about it, and led Xiaobao to see the various toys and gifts he prepared.

  In the main house, there was a moment of silence, leaving only Jun Shiling and Xia Wanyuan silent on the sofa.

  When she first walked in, Xia Manyuan discovered that although this courtyard house seemed to her to be relatively ordinary, its location was not large.

  But the mahogany tables and chairs in the house, the two-eared vase with the flower and stone golden pheasant picture, the pink-glazed relief carved banana leaf hollow screen, and the various small decorations that can be seen everywhere, are full of antique flavors, which are old at first glance.

   There are several charming landscape paintings on the wall. When Xia Manyuan was very young, he was enlightened by the most respected and respected Master Yu Qian in the Xia Dynasty, and then he was trained by the most outstanding piano, chess, calligraphy and painting masters of the Xia Dynasty.

   is very accomplished in painting and calligraphy, even Master Yu Qian praised her for her aura.

  The paintings hanging in the house are full of ink and full of ink, and the painters seem to hide their pure energy in the paintings, traveling through time, and talking with people after a thousand years.

  Xia Wanyuan's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but walk to the middle of the "Time to Read the Tablets". The weather was slack, the clouds were clear, the sharp points were sharp, and the ink technique was subtle. Xia Manyuan couldn't help but ponder the brushwork carefully.

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  There are too many shocks these times. Jun Shiling is no longer surprised that Xia Manyuan seems to be very interested in Chinese painting. He just kept looking at Xia Manyuan's focused profile with a deep gaze.

  Grandpa Jun loves spicy food. On the lunch table, in addition to the lighter dishes prepared by Jun Shiling and Jun Yin, there are also several dishes of Sichuan cuisine filled with bright red spicy oil.

  Xia Wanyuan took a look at the boiled fish that was filled with pepper and chili. It looked so spicy.

  But since her modern times, the things she has tasted are basically novel and delicious. I really want to try it. Xia Wanyuan blinked, and finally reached out and put a chopstick into her mouth.

  唔, the spicy sensation filled the mouth at once, but the taste was really good. Xia Wanyuan couldn't help but clamped another chopsticks, the stamina of Chaotian pepper began to exert force, Xia Wanyuan felt the tip of his tongue hot.

  I was about to swallow a bite of rice to ease it, but pushed a glass of water next to him. Xia Wanyuan tilted his head and saw Jun Shiling Lengyi's profile.

   "Thank you," Xia Wanyuan said in a low voice, and finally felt that the acridity eased a lot after taking the water and drank it.

  The old lady sitting on the main seat watched Jun Shiling's movements calmly, picking up a piece of fish and throwing it into her mouth, hiding the smile at the corner of her mouth.

  After eating, it’s time for grandpa Jun’s lunch break. Little treasure has been playing with toys for a long time, and now he feels sleepy, so he goes to bed with the grandpa.

  "Master, do you and Miss Xia need to take a rest?"

  Compared with Liu Shu's neglect when Xia Banyuan entered the door just now, Liu Shu's attitude towards Xia Bangyuan has obviously changed.

  After all, he could come back with Jun Shiling, the young master was still so close to her, and even the old lady recognized her somewhat unchecked, so he naturally wanted to re-examine Xia Wanyuan's status.

   "No, Uncle Liu, go and rest." Jun Shiling saw Xia Wanyuan walking into the yard, so he raised his foot to prepare to pass.

  In the spring, the afternoon sun is not scorching, with warmth, on the blue sky, cotton candy-like clouds slowly drifting past.

  Indus leaves were rustled by the spring breeze, blowing the rice paper with ink stains on the table.

  The inkstone on the table is as delicate as jade, and the delicate and mellow taste of pine smoke and ink is blowing in the wind.

  Xia Wanyuan took a look, and knew that the pen, ink, paper and ink on the table were all top grades, and her hands were itchy for a while.

  "You can use these. Grandpa likes to practice calligraphy and also likes to read other people's characters."

  Jun Shiling didn't know when he walked under the phoenix tree, the afternoon sun slanted on his face, a gentleman like a bamboo.

   "Can you?" Xia Wanyuan tilted his head, eyes with obvious expectation.

   "Yeah" Jun Shiling nodded.

  Xia Wanyuan took off the windbreaker and put it aside, picked up the writing brush on the table, soaked it in ink, tilted his head and thought for a while, then started writing.

  Xia Wanyuan's hands looked slender and weak, but she did not lose her strength while holding the thick brush.

  The gesture is flying and stretching, the pen is strong and soft.

  Jun Shiling stood aside, watching Xia Wanyuan's brush walk from the side of the dragon and snake, as if walking into an ink painting, and the people in front of him precipitated the classical elegance that he could not see through.

   "Okay!" Xia Wanyuan finally put down the pen, the best pen and ink really lived up to the reputation, although she hadn't written for a long time, but with the best pen and ink, she wrote very smoothly.

  The ink painting in front of him burst open, and Xia Manyuan who was smiling in front of him seemed to come back into reality all at once.

  Jun Shiling lowered his head to look at the words written by Xia Wanyuan, his phoenix eyes froze instantly, and thousands of turbulent eyes flashed in his eyes.

  There are three characters on the paper with distinct muscles and bones, stretched pen, like a bird hovering, and a phoenix flying high.

   Jun

Time

  Ling

  (End of this chapter)

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