Chapter 3139： Uncle Little Emperor (77)

These old men were completely shocked.

"You said this word, he wrote it?"

"Nonsense!"

"impossible!"

They shook their heads, resolutely unwilling to believe it.

An old man who seems to be the oldest, with a white beard, while pulling his beard, shouted: "Impossible. Impossible. Just these few words, with less than 20 or 30 years of knowledge, I can't write it at all! Could he beat his mother? I started to practice calligraphy in here?"

Zhao Shu thought to himself, I started writing with a pen when I was three, and it has been forty years now.

There are only twenty or thirty years left in your mouth.

It seems that this old man is not good at calligraphy.

"You don't believe it? Haha, I know, you all have no eyesight, no insight!" Old man Li was so proud, he pulled Zhao Shu, "Xiao Shu, are you free here, then write to Grandpa." One word will do. They don’t believe you wrote this word."

A group of retired old men, who don't have any special hobbies, love to get together and compare these.

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "Okay."

Mr. Li was overjoyed, and he was busy bringing paper and pen, using the best ink, the best pen, and the best paper.

The other old men stared at him when he took out the Chengxintang paper.

Such precious paper is not much cheaper than gold.

Asking him for a picture was almost killing him, and now he is willing to take it out and write for this kid.

Is it true?

The old men murmured in their hearts and saw Zhao Shu holding up a pen. Although they were screaming in disbelief, they couldn't help but leaned over to take a look.

Zhao Shu wrote a poem--

The spring breeze is proud of horseshoe.

The end is vigorous and powerful, full of energy.

Several old men looked silly.

"Okay, great!" Old man Li clapped his hands and exclaimed, "This character is better than the previous one! This is like a character that a young man should write! Life is proud and full of spirit!"

When Zhao Shu was writing before, he had just arrived here, and he had just experienced the life and death separation from Yun Dai in the deep sea, and his heart was full of sadness.

Now, he has gradually adapted to this world, and most importantly, he has met Yun Dai who has not yet crossed.

Moreover, she likes herself.

The two characters before and after, his whole person's mood and state are different.

The feeling of writing is completely different.

After Grandpa Li was done exclaiming, the other old men also recovered.

"Is it really written by this kid?"

"Didn't we all see it with our own eyes?"

"Goodbye!"

A few old men rushed up, surrounded Zhao Shu, and dragged him to ask for warmth and ask questions. To sum up, the ultimate goal is one: write a picture for yourself.

Elder Li immediately stepped forward to protect the calf: "My Xiaoshu is a calligrapher, not a street performer. Can I write for you?"

"Then how can I write to you?"

"Can our relationship be the same as you?" Old man Li died proudly.

Today he is quite proud in front of his old comrades in arms.

Happy he is almost twenty years younger.

"I have to frame this writing and hang it in my study!" Old man Li said with a smile.

This made the other old men jealous.

One of the old men pulled Zhao Shu: "Little baby, you write a few words for me. There is a word missing in my study."

"My house is moved, there are still a few words on the plaque!"

"And me, my grandson-in-law is about to give birth..."

Everyone looked at him: "What does your grandson-in-law have to do with Xiao Shu?"