Chapter 568

This is an old man in his old age. His face is covered with age spots and crisscross wrinkles. On his face, he can not feel any dignity, even stare at his eyes and feel no pressure. But Luo Ziling knew that the old man, coughing, would frighten many people. If he stamped with his powerless foot, the land of China would shake.

The old man's words can determine a person's fate, even life and death, and this person is not an ordinary person.

"Hello, my great grandfather. I'm here to see you today. I wish you longevity and happiness." Luo Ziling felt great pressure when he saw Ling Mingrui for the first time. When he just walked to the door, he also had a feeling of being oppressed. He knew that the sense of oppression came from Ling Jinhua. But in the face of Ling Jinhua, this sense of oppression disappeared.

A few polite blessing words, he said it naturally, and then he also laughed at Ling Jinhua lying on the bed.

It's a strange feeling. Even the pressure from Ling Mingrui has disappeared.

Ling Jinhua originally half closed his eyes. After hearing Luo Ziling's words, his eyes widened and he looked at Luo Ziling without blinking. After a while, he showed a smile, his eyes moved from Luo Ziling and fell on Ling Ruonan: "Nannan, your son is good."

Ling Ruonan, who had been in a state of confusion, was immediately elated when she heard Ling Jinhua's words. She couldn't help laughing, but she still pinched herself and said, "my grandfather flattered me. Ling'er has been growing up in a small mountain village in Northwest China. He doesn't know how to be polite. If he has any impoliteness, he asks his grandfather to forgive him. He also asks his father and third uncle not to worry about it. "

Ling Qirui and Ling Mingrui did not say anything, but they stepped back two steps and gave the space in front of the bed to Luo Ziling and Ling Ruonan.

Ling Jinhua's eyes fell back on Luo Ziling. He stopped smiling and asked Luo Ziling seriously, "today is my ninetieth birthday. What gift have you brought?"

Luo Ziling quickly took out her gift from the bag and explained with a smile that these health care drugs were collected or prepared by myself and my grandfather.

But Ling Jinhua is not satisfied, "your gift is too conventional."

Luo Ziling looked at Ling Jinhua with a look of amazement, and then looked at Ling Ruonan, who was also surprised. She couldn't react.

Ling Jinhua just laughed and closed his eyes for a rest.

Ling Ruonan seemed to understand something and whispered to Luo Ziling, "ling'er, why don't you write auxiliary characters for your great grandfather? He likes calligraphy very much."

Luo Ziling immediately understood the meaning and said to Ling Jinhua with a smile, "great grandfather, I will write you a pair of words. If you are satisfied, you can keep it. If you are not satisfied, you can throw away the waste paper basket."

Ling Jinhua smiles slightly and has no other attitude.

Luo Ziling breathed a sigh of relief and immediately went to one side of the desk.

When entering the door, Luo Ziling saw a big desk in the corner of the room with four treasures of the study on it. He also knew that the old master was a calligraphy enthusiast, otherwise he would not put these things in the room.

Ling Ruonan went to take a piece of rice paper for Luo Ziling, then spread it on the table, and prepared ink and pen for him personally.

Mother and son ready to write, Ling Jinhua did not say a word, Ling Mingrui and Ling Qirui did not say anything.

Luo Ziling picked up his pen and dipped it in ink. After a little thought, he began to write quickly.

Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest,

why not sing and walk slowly.

Bamboo stick and straw sandals are better than horses,

who is afraid?

A little bit of smoke and rain will do my life.

When the spring breeze blows, the wine wakes up,

it is slightly cold,

the hillside slants to meet.

Looking back on the bleak place,

go back,

there is no rain or sunshine.

Luo Ziling just wrote down two sentences, originally looked at him carelessly Ling Mingrui and Ling Qirui, his eyes showed a color of surprise, and came over and stood beside him to watch.

And Ling Ruonan has been standing on Luo Ziling's side, looking at it carefully. After seeing Luo Ziling write down the sentence "don't listen to the sound of piercing the forest and beating the leaves" in running script, the surprise can't help but show on his face.

Luo Ziling's writing posture is very natural and unrestrained. What's more, the characters he writes are as free and easy as the wandering dragon and the Phoenix, giving people the feeling of Flowing Clouds and flowing water.

Looking at Luo Ziling to write down at a very fast speed, Ling Ruonan's face is more and more proud, and finally can't help but burst into a smile.

Luo Ziling wrote Su Dongpo's famous work dingfengbo, and then inscribed his own words.

After writing, he threw away his pen, stepped back two steps and looked at his work with satisfaction.

"Good word," Ling Qirui, who was watching from one side, couldn't help but praise: "the level of a master."

"The words are good," Ling Mingrui also praised, but there was no other words.

"Take it here and let me have a look." after listening to his son and nephew's praise, Ling Jinhua, who was lying on the bed, coughed softly and ordered a word."Yes, my great grandfather."

"Yes, grandfather!"

LUO Ziling and Ling Ruonan almost agreed.

Mother and son each carried two corners of rice paper, and together they took the pair of characters whose ink was not completely dry, and went to the bedside.

Ling Mingrui and Ling Qirui took the first step, helped the old man up, and put a pillow behind Ling Jinhua to let him sit up.

After seeing Luo Ziling's writing, Ling Jinhua's eyes actually put a little light, stretched out a slightly shaking hand, motioned Luo Ziling and Ling Ruonan to get closer, and asked Ling Qirui to take his reading glasses.

After putting on the presbyopia glasses, Ling Jinhua looked at Luo Ziling's words carefully for a while and recited them softly.

"Wang Jinhua's words are not bad," he said. This word written by Mr. Dongpo is suitable for describing your life It seems that you and your grandchildren have always been optimistic. "

Listen to Ling Jinhua praise Luo Ziling in front of so many people, Ling Ruonan is completely relieved, but she did not say anything, but made a look at Luo Ziling and let him speak by himself.

Luo Ziling replied: "my grandfather, my handwriting is taught by my grandfather. My grandfather is good at running script, and regular script is also good. I have practiced for so many years, but still not as good as my grandfather. My grandfather and I often write this poem, and I like the artistic conception of this word very much. "

"It seems that old man Luo is still so crazy," Ling Jinhua laughed and joked, and then asked Luo Ziling, "what regular script do you study?"

Listen to Ling Jinhua so ask, Ling Qirui and Ling Mingrui look at each other, they see the difference from each other's eyes.

Ling Ruonan's son seems to be very happy with the old man. Otherwise, he would not ask such questions as soon as he met.

Although this is a small problem, but this kind of small problem can best reflect the old man's preferences.

Luo Ziling was accepted again, which is a matter of course.

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