Every year, the couplets of the Shigong Altar were written by the Old Master. This year, the Old Master was ill and could not write couplets. What should they do?
Xiao Dechang's brow wrinkled deeply. This was a difficult problem for him.
"I heard that there is someone in the Chen Family Village who can also write well. Why don't we ask him to write it?" Someone suggested.
But someone immediately rejected it: "Ridiculous, this is the Shigong Altar of our Xiao Family. If we ask someone from the Chen Family to write couplets, wouldn't it be a joke? This is absolutely not possible! "
These words were indeed reasonable and had everyone's support. The status of the Shigong Altar was too high. In many important festivals, people with different surnames were not allowed to enter the Shigong Altar, let alone write couplets for the Shigong Altar.
"Why don't we go to town and ask someone to copy a couplet with a computer?" Someone else came up with an idea.
Xiao Dichang shook his head: "The couplets must be posted before 12 o 'clock in the evening. There is no time. Besides, it's so late. The town is closed. Who can copy it?"
This …
Everyone frowned. Obviously, this was a big problem. They felt that what Xiao Dechang said before was right. It was time to practice more calligraphy. Sooner or later, the Old Master would leave. They couldn't change the rules of the grandmaster's altar at that time.
"Don't worry, Xiao Luo went to college and knows everything. Writing calligraphy is certainly not a problem. Let him write a couplet instead of the Old Master." Xiao Qiudong said loudly.
His purpose was very simple. He wanted to push Xiao Luo out to make a fool of himself. He wanted to tell everyone that going to college was a fart. Knowing everything? Knowing everything? That was just bullshit.
Yes, how could he forget Xiao Luo!
Everyone suddenly realized, and they all looked at Xiao Luo with expectation in their eyes.
Xiao Dichang asked with some doubts: "Xiao Luo, can you write calligraphy?"
"Uncle Di Chang, aren't you deliberately making fun of Xiao Luo? He is a college student, the most educated guy in our village. If even he can't write, then no one can."
Xiao Qiudong deliberately raised his voice and patted Xiao Luo's shoulder. "Brother, this is not the time to hide. The family needs you."
Xiao Ping gritted his teeth. How could he not know what Xiao Qiudong was planning? Were university students supposed to be all-rounded? Were university students supposed to know everything? Asking Luo Zi to stand out, wasn't it just to let Luo Zi make a fool of himself in front of the people?
He found a ladder for Xiao Luo and said, "Luo Zi, it doesn't matter. Few people can write calligraphy now. It's not a shameful thing."
Xiao Qiudong immediately glared at him and shouted, "Xiao Ping, what do you mean? Do you think I'm deliberately making things difficult for Xiao Luo? "
"Isn't it?" Xiao Ping swallowed his anger and whispered in a low voice.
Xiao Qiudong was furious: "What's with your attitude? Do you still want to borrow money?"
"I … …"
This sentence directly touched Xiao Ping's most fragile nerve. He raised his head and stared at Xiao Qiudong with great pain and grievance.
"Ahem … Qiu Dong, don't say such things in front of Grand Master's altar. Everyone is a family. Grand Master will be very unhappy if he sees this." Xiao Quanren coughed and said.
Xiao Dichang echoed, "Yes, the private matters between you should be solved in private. Now let's just talk about writing couplets." He turned to look at Xiao Luo, "Xiao Luo, can you do it?"
"I'll try."
Xiao Luo walked up with a smile.
At this time, Xiao Qiudong said in a disdainful tone, "Xiao Luo, don't try to be brave. I just said it casually. If you really can't do it, then forget it. No one will make fun of you. Master's Altar is an important place in our Xiao family. The couplets must be written neatly. If they are written crookedly, as if they have been bitten by a dog, then they absolutely cannot be posted."
As soon as he said this, everyone looked at him with eyes full of disgust. He was like a fly that was extremely annoying.
Xiao Luo completely treated him as air. He picked up the brush and began to dip it in ink.
This posture of dipping the brush in ink made Xiao Qiudong extremely amused. It was really not very beautiful. When the Old Master wrote calligraphy, he was particular about it. It had to be beautiful. Only then would it have the charm of an artist. However, Xiao Luo's posture was an amateur among amateurs. Even the posture of holding the brush was extremely ugly.
Xiao Quanren, who was standing to the side, could not help but frown. He thought to himself, "This Xiao Luo must be trying to be brave!"
"Xiao Luo, can you really do it?" Xiao Dichang was skeptical.
"I'll try my best to write it well."
Xiao Luo closed his eyes and thought about the words of the couplets. At the same time, he spent 500 points in exchange for the calligraphy ability. In an instant, the brush in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body. It was no longer as unfamiliar and unfamiliar as before. Many words appeared in his mind.
Of course, he was not trying to embarrass Xiao Qiudong. It was meaningless. He just wanted to contribute something to his master's altar.
As soon as Xiao Luo put the brush down, he wrote the word "zu".
"Hey, is this semi-cursive? No, it's not standard semi-cursive. Is this running regular script? It seems to be different from ordinary running regular script. "Xiao Quanren's eyes lit up. This word was not ordinary.
Xiao Qiudong, who had a mocking expression on his face, froze. He said in disbelief, "This guy can really write with a brush?"
Ji Siying was a little excited because she felt that it was time to write down another line in her little notebook.
Xiao Luo's expression was focused, and the brush in his hand moved like a dragon and a snake. The amateur look he had at the beginning was long gone, and it was replaced by the foundation and connotation of a calligraphy master. He wrote in one go, without a trace of pause.
The first line was: "Zu De Liu shines the sun and the moon;"
The second line was: "Zong Gong is handed down, reflecting the mountains and rivers."
After he finished writing, the brush stopped. It was neat and tidy, without any sloppiness. The surrounding people of Luo Village looked intoxicated. They did not understand the meaning of calligraphy, but they could deeply feel a majestic atmosphere, an artist's appeal.
Xiao Quanren had already stared at Xiao Luo's face. His muddy old eyes were full of blazing light, and he was happy: "Good words, good couplets, sun, moon, mountains and rivers. What an imposing manner. And this word, like moving clouds and flowing water, yet vigorous and powerful. At such a young age, he has such a deep understanding. Not bad, not bad, hahaha …"
He was not only the village's god, but also the scholar. His evaluation was naturally authoritative.
"Xiao Luo is worthy of being a college student. Amazing!"
"His handwriting is so good."
"Son, when you grow up, you have to be admitted to an undergraduate university like Uncle Xiao Luo. Do you hear me?"
Everyone looked at Xiao Luo with admiring eyes. He was really amazing. To be able to get such a high evaluation from the old man, he was simply a god.
Xiao Qiudong's face was as ugly as it could be. He did not know what was going on. How could he be suppressed by Xiao Luo in every aspect this year? Last year, the year before that, and the year before that, he had completely defeated Xiao Luo.
"Old Master, can this couplet be posted?" Xiao Dichang asked.
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