The annual couplet of the teacher's altar is written by the old master. This year, the old man is sick and can't write a couplet. What can he do?

Xiao Di’s brow was deeply wrinkled, which gave him a problem.

"I heard that there are individuals in Chenjiacun who can write good words, or ask him to write?" One person proposed.

But some people immediately vetoed: "The absurdity, this is the teacher's altar of our Xiao family. If you ask the people of Chen's family to write the couplet, isn't it a joke? This is absolutely not good!"

These words are indeed reasonable, and everyone's support, the status of the teacher's altar is too heavy, in many important festivals, the foreign surnames are not allowed to enter the master's altar, let alone write a couplet for the teacher's altar.

"Would you like to ask the people to use the computer to copy a couplet in the town?" Someone made an idea.

Xiao Di shook his head: "The couplet must be posted before 12 o'clock in the evening. Where can we get it? Besides, it’s too late, the town has closed the store, who is going to come?"

This……

The brows were tightly locked. Obviously this was a big problem. I also felt that the words before Xiao Di’s long words were quite right. It’s time to practice the brushwork. The old man will leave one day sooner or later, and he will not be able to go to the rules of the teacher’s altar. Change it.

"Don't worry, Xiao Luo has read college, anything, and writing a brush is definitely not a problem. Let him write a couplet instead of the old man?" Xiao Qiudong said loudly.

His purpose is very simple, to bring Xiao Luo out to the eye, he will tell everyone, read the university to be a fart, what else? Do you understand everything? That is simply a slap in the face.

Yeah, how to forget Xiao Luo!

Everyone suddenly realized that all of them looked at Xiao Luo and looked forward to them.

Xiao Dichang asked some doubtful questions: "Xiaoluo, would you write a brush?"

"Uncle, you are not deliberately making fun of Xiao Luo, he is an undergraduate student, the guy with the highest academic qualification in our village. If he can't even write, then no one will write."

Xiao Qiudong deliberately raised the door and took a shot of Xiao Luo's shoulder. "Brother, don't hide it at this time, the family needs you."

Xiao Ping bit his teeth, how can he not know what Xiao Qiudong is doing in the wishful thinking, college students should be all-powerful? Should college students have anything to do? Calling Luozi to go out, isn't that just wanting Luozi to be ugly in front of the tribe?

He found a ladder for Xiao Luo: "Luo Zi, it doesn't matter, few people will write a brush now. This is not a shame."

Xiao Qiudong immediately glared at him and shouted: "Xiao Ping, what do you mean? I feel that I am deliberately making Xiao Luo embarrassed?"

"Isn't it?" Xiao Ping whispered a whisper.

Xiao Qiudong is extremely angry: "What attitude do you have, do you want to borrow money?"

"I……"

This sentence directly touched Xiao Ping's most vulnerable nerve, raised his head, and stared at Xiao Qiudong with extreme discomfort and grievances.

"Cough... autumn and winter, don't say this in the teacher's altar here, everyone is a family, the teacher is very unhappy when he sees the spirit in the sky." Xiao Quan said, the old man coughed.

Xiao Di grew out and echoed: "Yes, the private affairs between you are settled in private. Now I only talk about writing couplets." Turning to look at Xiao Luo, "Xiao Luo, can you?"

"let me try."

Xiao Luo smiled and went up.

At this time, Xiao Qiudong said in a sly-spoken tone: "Xiao Luo, don't be reluctant, I just talked about it, you really can't even count it, no one will make you laugh, you are the teacher." The heavy place of the family, the couplet must be written very neatly, if you write it and twist it, like being shit, it must not be posted."

When he said this, everyone looked at his eyes and looked disgusted. Like a fly, it was extremely annoying.

Xiao Luo completely regarded him as the air, holding the brush and starting to stain the ink.

With this ink-stained posture, Xiao Qiudong is so funny that it is not very beautiful. When the old master wrote calligraphy, it was all exquisite, and it was beautiful, so that there was an artistic style, but Xiaoluo At first glance, the action is a layman in the layman. Even the posture of the brush is ugly.

Xiao Quan, who was on the side, couldn’t help but frown. He thought: This Xiaoluo should be stubborn!

"Xiaoluo, can you really?" Xiaodi was dubious.

"I try to write it."

Xiao Luo closed his eyes and thought about the vocabulary of the couplet. At the same time, he spent five hundred points in exchange for a calligraphy ability. In an instant, the brush in his hand became part of his body, no longer like Unfamiliar and strange, many words appear in my mind.

Of course, he is not trying to beat Xiao Qiudong. This has no meaning. He just wants to contribute something to the teacher's altar.

Xiao Luo wrote a pen, and a "grandfather" was written.

"Hey, is this a book? Isn't it right, it's not a standard book, is this awkward? It doesn't seem to be the same as ordinary behavior." Xiao Quan's eyes are bright, and the word is not unusual.

Xiao Qiudong, who had a mocking look on his face, was convinced. Unbelievable in his heart: Does this guy actually write a brush?

Ji Siying was a little excited because she felt that she should write a note on her little notebook.

Xiao Luo's expression is focused. The brush is written like a dragon in his hand. The appearance of the layman has long since disappeared. Instead, it is the essence and connotation of a master of calligraphy. There is no pause in one go.

Shanglian is: Zu Deliu Fanghui Sun and Moon;

The next link is: Zonggong passed down the mountain river.

After writing, the pen stops, clean and neat, without any muddy water, so that the people around Luo Village can see it as intoxicated. They don’t understand the meaning of calligraphy, but they can deeply understand the atmosphere of an artist. Infectivity.

Xiao Quan Ren has already stared at Xiao Luo's face, and the turbid old eyes are full of hot light. He is exposed to the shape: "Good words are good couplets, sun and moon mountains and rivers, what kind of momentum is this, and this word is like flowing water. But it is vigorous and powerful. There are such deep roads at a young age. Yes, good, good, hahaha..."

He is not only a **** in the village, but also a scholar. His evaluation is naturally authoritative.

"Little Luo is a college student ~lightnovelpub.net~ Powerful!"

"The word written is very good."

"Son, when you grow up, you have to go to an undergraduate university like Uncle Xiaolu. Did you hear?"

Everyone looked at Xiao Luo with an appreciative look. It was really amazing. It would make the old man give such a high evaluation. It is a **** man.

Xiao Qiudong’s face is ugly and ugly. He doesn’t know what it is. How is it suppressed by Xiaoluo this year? I know that last year, the year before, and the year before, he completely finished Xiaoluo. Give it a comparison.

"Grandpa, can this pair of couplets be posted?" asked Xiao Dichang.

Xiao Quan Ren Ruo’s attention to these two words, the smile on his face is extremely brilliant: “If even such a couplet is not qualified, then the couplet I wrote before is even less qualified.” () “The genius of peerlessness "System" only represents the author's view that straw is also crazy. If it finds that its content is inconsistent with the national laws, please delete it. The position is only devoted to providing a healthy and green reading platform. 【】,thank you all!