Chapter 3073： Little Uncle (13)

The old man smiled heartily: "I thought you were going out and wandering, so you wanted to go to school? What education did you have before?"

"I... didn't study much here."

"You can't write, don't you?" The old man was surprised.

"No, it will."

"Well, you come to me."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Zhao Shu hung up the phone and took a taxi to the single-family garden house where Mr. Li lived.

The guard at the door was so impressed with him, he just let him go without asking.

The nanny said that the old man was practicing calligraphy in the study.

When Zhao Shu entered, the old man was splashing ink.

Zhao Shu walked lightly and watched quietly.

The old man put down his pen and said with a smile: "Xiao Shu, come and see what are my words."

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "Okay."

The old man looked at him: "You tell me the truth, have you ever gone to school?"

"The place where I study should be regarded as a private school." Zhao Shu said.

"Private school?" The old man looked at him, "Speaking of which, my old man went to a private school back then. You are young, what kind of private school do you read?"

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "Remote mountain village. So, I don't have the high school graduation certificate I need here. Do I still hope to go to university?"

The old man thought for a while: "Please write a few words and see."

Zhao Shu nodded, changed a piece of rice paper, and picked up a pen.

I feel like I'm back in an instant.

He is used to writing with a brush.

Old man Li was smiling and watching, until he dropped the first pen, the old man's brows rose.

Zhao Shu writes without stopping, fluently and smoothly, in one go.

He put down the pen and said, "Master, please correct me."

Old man Li kept his eyes straight: "The mountains and flowing water are looking for friends. This... is this what you wrote?"

Zhao Shu nodded.

Do you still have to ask? Didn't your old man keep watching?

Elder Li's eyes only shined, and he picked up the words, "Okay, good, great!"

Zhao Shu laughed.

Old man Li said: "Oh my god, compared with you, I am a dog crawling. Why didn't you just say it?"

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "I am a martial artist who writes powerfully. Besides, I have been used to writing with a brush since I was a child."

"Oh, how do I feel that you are the same as the original masterpieces in my room?" The old man held the calligraphy, turned over the few characters he had cherished, and slapped his lips while watching, "Okay, Okay, really great. Xiao Shu, what else do you do besides writing?"

Zhao Shu thought for a while: "Poetry and essays, understand a little bit. If you paint, your level is average."

Father Li jumped up: "Come on, draw a picture for me, and write a poem. Come now."

He personally fetched the fine collection of papers.

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "The old man still has Chengxintang paper."

"Good boy, you even know this."

"Understand a little."

"Come on, don't tell me that you understand it." The old man knew it, and what this kid said was a humble word.

He felt as if he had found a treasure.

"Hurry up, show me the picture." Can't wait.

Zhao Shu hesitated for a moment, then changed a sheep's hair without hesitation and bowed his head to paint.

It is a white snow-capped mountain with dark black waves rolling in the distance.

The tone of the whole painting is somewhat depressed, but the artistic conception is profound and full of sadness.

Elder Li looked at it for a long time and sighed, "I don't know why, this painting of you is sad and sad to look at."