Chapter 919 May you walk out of half your life and come back as a young man
Zhu Ping'an saw that Li Shu was very interested in Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. As soon as he entered the Jingxiang Garden, he gave "Peace Note" to Li Shu as a gift. .
This is the first time Zhu Pingan has given himself a gift.
Zhu Pingan gave it to him without batting an eye just because he showed a little interest in such an expensive gift.
Li Shu was so excited and moved that she felt happy in her heart. However, she still pretended to be calm and said that the copybook was called "Peace Note". Your name is Zhu Pingan, and the copybook is destined to you. Why give it to me?
"That's right, that's why I want to give it to you." Zhu Ping'an smiled slightly, with a double entendre, and there was something in his words.
"Bad guy." Li Shu glanced at Zhu Pingan, her eyes were about to overflow with water, she let out a squeak, put the "Peace Note" in her hand, and asked Zhu Pingan to write an inscription in the blank space on the side of the copybook. .
Zhu Pingan thought for a moment, then wrote in small regular script in the blank space of the copybook:
May you walk out of half your life and come back as a young man.
A long and peaceful life without any disturbance!
——Zhu Pingan, Xiahe
After Zhu Pingan finished the inscription and postscript, Li Shu's eyes became brighter. Without hesitation, she took out an exquisite personal seal and stamped it on Zhu Pingan's inscription and postscript. It was stamped with the seal of her collection: "Shanghe Book Demon".
Li Shu left the copybook in the study and said that it would be reframed tomorrow and hung in the study in the future.
During dinner, the naughty boy Rui Geer ate very quickly. When he came to the table, he opened his mouth from left to right and wolfed it down. He speeded up as much as possible without reducing the amount of food, and Zhu Pingan and the others ate. Halfway through, the naughty child was full. After eating, he wiped his mouth and ran to the study.
It is normal for children to play when they are full. Zhu Pingan and the others did not care about the naughty child and continued to eat.
After dinner, Li Shu asked Qin'er and the others to lay the floor again from last night and prepare to enjoy the coolness in the courtyard before sleeping like they did last night.
"Bang..."
When the floor was laid, Zhu Ping'an and the others were going to the courtyard to enjoy the cool air when they heard a banging sound in the study, and the fuzzy cry of a naughty child. A "Yeah".
What's wrong?
Hearing this, Li Shu, Zhu Pingan and others quickly walked into the study to take a look.
After walking into the study room, I saw the naughty boy holding up his little hands in a panic. There was a copybook lying under the table. The inkstone on the table was overturned, the ink stick was tilted to one side, and a small amount of ink flowed on the table. Dye a piece of rice paper black.
The "bang" sound just now was probably the sound made by the copybook falling to the ground and the inkstone turning over.
“Ah, that’s a copybook worth a thousand dollars, phew…” Baozi’s little maid Hua’er exclaimed distressedly when she saw the copybook fell to the ground. She held up her skirt and ran two steps quickly to pick up the copybook. , checked it again, found it was intact, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ah, an inkstone worth thousands of gold... Huh..."
As soon as the little maid Baozi got up, she saw the overturned inkstone on the table. After checking it, she found that it was a false alarm. Then he took another breath.
at this time.
The naughty kid stood behind the table, looking at Zhu Ping'an and others in a panic, as if he had been found guilty after doing something wrong.
I was just preparing to grind ink and wanted to practice calligraphy by comparing it with the copybook...
Who knew that grinding ink was so difficult? I was so busy that I accidentally knocked the copybook to the ground, which shocked me. , and knocked over the inkstone again.
Broken, broken.
It seemed that I had gotten into trouble. The copybook with one word that could last a lifetime of sugar-coated haws on a stick fell to the ground with a clatter, and the inkstone that could last two lifetimes of sugar-coated haws on a stick also turned over with a bang... Looking at the nervous look on Sister Hua'er, I heard that my country bumpkin brother-in-law The poor people all asked their fifth sister to borrow money. After finally earning such valuable copybooks and inkstones from writing poems... wouldn't they have to be scolded by their country bumpkin brother-in-law?
The key is that I haven’t practiced calligraphy yet, and I’ve ended up like this even though I’m studying ink. How stupid and embarrassing, what does sister Niuniu think of me...
No way
Too It's embarrassing
At this critical moment, the naughty kid suddenly had an idea, and a brilliant idea came into his mind.
"Ahem, just now, just now, a big gray mouse swooped onto the table, knocked off the copybook, knocked over the inkstone, and then ran away..." The naughty kid blinked. Eyes, he explained with a lack of confidence and a guilty conscience.
"Haha..."
Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but smile when he heard this. He walked up and touched the naughty kid's head, then pinched the naughty kid's little fat face and smiled. Said: "Is that big mouse three feet and one inch long?" , weighs more than 70 pounds, has a chubby face, small eyes, and big ears. When he lies, his guilty conscience turns red like a monkey’s butt?”
"Well...it's that mouse...no, you said Whose face is as red as a monkey’s butt?”
The naughty kid nodded repeatedly, feeling delighted that the country bumpkin brother-in-law was such an idiot that he was deceived so easily... But listen. Listen, naughty kid thinks No, the more I listened, the more I felt that the country bumpkin brother-in-law was talking about me in a roundabout way. He also said that his face was like a monkey’s butt. Humph, how could a monkey’s butt compare to my face? I couldn’t help but feel angry. Shaking his head, he freed his little fat face from Zhu Ping'an's hand.
Giggling...
Seeing this, Li Shu, Hua'er, Qin'er and others couldn't help but stretched out their delicate hands to cover their mouths, giggling non-stop.
"Idiot Brother Rui...please, when you are lying, can you put down the ink stick in your hand first..."
The little loli Niuniu glanced at the ink stick in the naughty child's hand. Mo Ding rolled his cute eyes at the naughty child and complained in a sweet voice. At first glance, it seems that you got into trouble when you were grinding ink, knocking off the copybook, knocking over the inkstone, and talking about mice. Do you think everyone is as stupid as you...
"Ah?! Ah... ”
After listening to the words of the little loli Niuniu, the naughty boy Rui realized belatedly that he still had an ink stick in his hand, and hurriedly hid it behind his back, like a fat pig with a super slow reflex arc.
Of course, this hidden action is in full view of everyone.
Giggle...
Li Shu and others laughed even louder when they saw this.
Little loli Niuniu was too lazy to roll her eyes and turned her head away from him, as if she was drawing a clear line with the naughty kid and saying that I didn't know him.
Listening to the strings of silver bell-like laughter in the room, the naughty boy felt the deep malice the whole world had towards him.
Of course.
The naughty kid blamed all this on Zhu Pingan. Huh, it’s all because the country bumpkin brother-in-law is so powerful that he racked his brains to chase him. Moreover, the country bumpkin brother-in-law just said that to him on purpose, which made him laugh. The Fifth Sister and the others caused themselves to be teased...
After laughing, everyone figured out the whole story from the naughty child's blushing confession.
Then, the naughty kid got permission from Zhu Pingan and Li Shu to come to the study room to read the copybooks and practice calligraphy at any time in the future.
The country bumpkin brother-in-law didn't scold him? ! Are you allowed to come to the study room to read the copybooks at any time? !
Hmph
Then I can barely forgive you for saying that my face looks like a monkey’s butt.
The naughty boy thought arrogantly.
The title and postscript are excerpted from the composition "Wish You" by Zhang Yongyan, a second-year junior high school student.
(End of this chapter)