Professor Shao caught him blindly, and suddenly there was an extra grandson, but he was still a soulless person. Could it be a dementia? He tried to communicate with Kunlun and asked him what his name was and how old he was.

"My name is Kunlun, I am eighteen years old." The tree man replied mechanically.

"You have something to eat, I'll order takeout for you."

"Thank you, I won't eat."

"Then do you drink water?"

"drink."

Shao Wenyuan poured a cup of pure water and handed it to Kunlun, and asked him what he remembered. Kunlun looked very puzzled and seemed to not understand the question. So Professor Shao changed his statement and said, "You can recite Tang poetry."

Kunlun took a sip of water, smacked his lips, and said, "There are more than 50,000 Tang poems, which one do you say?"

Professor Shao was delighted and said, "Which article do you like the most?"

Kunlun Lang said: "Of course it is the "Spring River Flower Moon Night" that is the lonely article that suppresses the entire Tang Dynasty."

Professor Shao said: "Reciting is not a skill, can you write it down?"

"I can."

Professor Shao hurriedly went to the study to unfold rice paper, polished Hui ink, took a Yanghaohu pen, Kunlun took the brush, thought for a moment, and wrote it as if there was a magical meaning. He wrote it while standing, and his wrist hanging showed his skills. His beautiful running grass was elegant and unrestrained: the spring river tide is connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is born with the tide... A spring river flower moon night was completed in one go.

This scene reminded Shao Wenyuan, 86, of a day more than 70 years ago. It was shortly after liberation. Shao Wenyuan, thirteen, was in junior high school. Although he was born in a scholarly family and practiced calligraphy when he was enlightened, he was always unaware of the rules. His grandfather arranged a calligraphy teacher for him. He heard that the teacher was only twenty-eight years old and suddenly felt contemptuous. In the study of the Shao family mansion, the two had such a conversation.

The teacher was in his prime and was very heroic. He wore a thin Zhongshan suit, with books in his arms, and did not wear glasses. He asked Shao Wenyuan which poem he liked the most. The young man Shao Wenyuan rolled his eyes and said that of course it was a lonely chapter that was the moonlit night of the Tang Dynasty. The teacher smiled and said that it was a coincidence. I also liked this article the most. Let's write a word each and write this poem. If you write it worse than me, you should recognize me as a teacher.

Shao Wenyuan, who was young and energetic, agreed. The two spread rice paper and splashed ink. In fact, Shao Wenyuan had a good foundation and wrote regular script with a straightforward and eye-catching style, but it was much inferior to the teacher's running script. Although he was young, he was also open-minded and gave up on the spot and took this person as his teacher. This teacher was Nan Peichen. Later he heard that Teacher Nan and his family were good at the family. The calligrapher followed Yu Lin Sanzhi, who was a famous master, and it was not an exaggeration to call him the contemporary cursive saint.

The painting "Spring River Moon Night" written by Nan Peichen in the early 1950s is still collected in Shao Wenyuan's home. He opened the cabinet, took out the scroll, and opened it on the table. Compared with the painting "Kunlun's newly written ink marks", it is exactly the same as the painting "Didn't dry ink" written by Kunlun, it was written by one person.

Shao Wenyuan was full of tears. Brother Nan was back. Although his souls and seven spirits were not complete, his spirit was here.

"Kunlun, accompany me, no, accompany me, no, I have a mess of my generation, let's have a drink with me." Shao Wenyuan took out his treasured Moutai liquor, which was the bottle he opened when he met with Li Haijun last time. There was no food at home, so the old man fryed the peanuts himself and dried all the remaining wine.

Kunlun turned a blind eye to the old professor's excited reaction. He was just curious about the wine in the glass. The transparent liquid looked exactly like water. If you take a sip, it would have a bad taste.

Shao Wenyuan drank half a bottle of wine, and he was in poor spirits when he was old. He lay on the sofa and fell asleep. Kunlun took the blanket from the wheelchair and covered him, and went out alone.

...

Miao Tag was in a big deal. He has been in trouble since he entered Shuren High School. In the words of his sister Muzi, he has been in Mercury retrograde. First of all, it is a personal problem. He was just liberated from the pressure of the high school entrance examination and spent another relaxing summer vacation. The boy's repressed hormones were released. Before he could stop the car after entering high school, he met a cheerful and lovely girl during military training. His longing and curiosity for the opposite sex suddenly broke out, and Miao Tag fell in love.

To be precise, it is unrequited love. The girl was named Dan Yingge, and she was also admitted based on her grades. This is very important because Shuren High School is a private middle school and has a clear chain of contempt. As one of the best private high schools in Omi and even Jiangdong Province, most students do not need to take the exam, and they don’t even have to squeeze into the single-plank bridge for the college entrance examination. Parents contacted famous foreign universities early on. The European, American and Australian pheasant universities that were popular twenty years ago have long changed. Chinese parents’ understanding of the concept of Ivy League schools is no worse than that of American parents. Therefore, Shuren High School does not compete with ordinary high schools for admission at all. It is just that according to the relevant regulations of the Ministry of Education, a certain proportion of public-funded students must be recruited, so the society enrolls students. Since they have been recruited, they have to speak based on their grades.

Therefore, the highest-level students in Shuren High School are those with excellent academic performance, mastering at least two foreign languages ​​and being very fluent, with wide interests and versatile interests, outstanding appearance, sunny and cheerful personality, and very wealthy families. The second is the best students in ordinary people who are ranked second in the middle school entrance examination, Muzi and Tag. The most despised is the quota that parents have tried their best to get from where they have received. The notes handed over to make the school accept poor grades and poor morals.

Tag did not inherit his father's genes in this regard. He was a shy boy. He was ashamed to confess his love to Shan Yingge, but when he saw other boys talking and laughing with Shan Yingge, they went home from school together, and were so depressed that they delayed their grades after a while. They failed the first monthly exam.

Scores are the lifeblood of students. Tagg was at the bottom of the exam and became the laughing stock of the whole class. The bottom of the chain of contempt. Another thing happened at this time. His sister Muzi was in trouble.

Muzi is a good girl. She inherited the dual advantages of her father and mother, which is her perseverance, extraordinary perseverance, and sufficient artistic cells. She is an ordinary child. She has no conditions to learn piano, photography, and dance. However, she is talented and has great achievements in art. Her works in elementary school can be exhibited internationally. Lin Haiying, the aunt of the two children, is now a professor at the London University of Arts. She returned to China during the winter and summer vacations to help her niece, and even if Muzi does not rely on her grades, she can still go to the high school for art.

But Muzi still got in with excellent grades. She was not the most beautiful girl, but she was the lightest and most agile one. During an inter-school friendship, she was attracted by the senior from Jiangda High School next door and insisted on pursuing her. Strictly speaking, she was pestering her.

Jiangda High School is a key public high school that is as famous as Omi No. 1 Middle School, but the students are of varying quality. Many relatives who spend money to hand in the notes are called Cui Xiaohao. The boy who is entangled with Muzi is called Cui Xiaohao. He has some background at home. He has been spoiled since childhood and cannot bear any anger. He must get whatever he wants immediately, otherwise he will turn against him.

Tag is naturally the flower protector of his sister. He escorted his sister home every day, not allowing Cui Xiaohao to take advantage of any opportunity. He was a child of sixteen or seventeen years old, and no one was convinced. Finally, on the way to school, the two started fighting. Cui Xiaohao had practiced taekwondo. Tag relied on his own courage to fight against three, and beat the harasser away. He also pushed the bicycle with a leaky tire back to the noodle shop. Chunjiu had already seen the grades given by the head teacher on his mobile phone. He was already angry. When he saw his son fighting with someone, he didn't ask, and he said that he had fallen on his bike and immediately scolded him. Tag held back for a long time, wiped his tears and left without looking back.

Chunjiu felt a little regretful, but she knew that her son was sensible and would not really run far, so she didn't call to urge her. Just as the rice noodles in the store were used up, she said hello to Sister Chi next door, saying that I would help me see for a while, I would go back to get some rice noodles, and my home was in the community behind the street, three minutes away, Chunjiu saw a person in the community, a tall boy, with confused eyes and didn't know who he was looking for, so she asked enthusiastically, and the boy glanced at her without answering.

Maybe it was taking drugs. Chunjiu thought that chemical synthetic drugs that avoided the law are rampant these days, and teenagers are addicted to taking them. Fortunately, their children are very obedient. Thinking of Tag, she became sad again. She went home and took a bag of rice noodles, but she didn't see the tall and thin boy following behind her.

When Chunjiu returned to the store, she found that there were several customers sitting. It was wrong. The attitude was not like a customer. The people who came to eat noodles and rice noodles were all ordinary people. The clothes looked like they were mixed in society. People in society should go to the next door to eat mustard chicken and call a box of beer.

Sister Chi winked and gestured. Chunjiu immediately understood that these people were here to find fault. Those who were not kind will not come. Chunjiu has also experienced a lot over the years. The soldiers came to block the water and soil. Since they came to the door, they could not escape. She said openly: "What's the matter for you guys? Tell me."

"You are Miao Chunjiu, Miao Tag's mother, right?" said one of them. After receiving a positive answer, he lit a cigarette and said, "Your son injured my nephew. Now he is lying in the hospital. Maybe he has to be disabled. Please give me an explanation."

Chunjiu felt a little hurt. Her son was indeed in trouble. She was not surprised, but she felt a little ahead of time. This child was following his father. His father was just a person who was uncomfortable all over without fighting or killing.

"I was injured, I compensated. I broke the law and I didn't cover up. What should I do?" Chunjiu said frankly.

"You pay, can you afford it? Ask your son to come out!" The man put out the cigarette that had taken two sips into the bowl, and a fierce light suddenly appeared.

"My son has gone out and I can't find him. I suggest you call the police." Chunjiu is still neither humble nor arrogant. Faced with such obviously unreasonable people, you have to be hard-working without being humble or arrogant.

"Okay, don't let me get a hand, right?" The man waved his hand and said, "Smash it for me!"

He brought three people over, all of whom were hooligans with big gold chains with a sarcoma. At the command of the boss, he immediately lifted the pot of the noodle restaurant and smashed the piles of bowls. Rice noodles, noodles, coriander, minced garlic, chili powder, white sesame seeds were flying all over the sky. Chunlei stepped forward to stop him, but was pushed away and hit the person watching the fun at the door. The two fell to the ground together.

"I dare to hit my mother, I will fight you!" Tagg rushed out from somewhere, swinging a brick in his hand. The gangsters were used to fighting in groups. Even if he hooked his feet gently, Tagg fell and chewed mud. Several gangsters stepped forward and punched and kicked, but they were very sensible and would not cause any major problems. These gangsters were slutty and had to be sentenced if they were slightly injured. What they wanted was the result of each other's fight.

The person who was knocked down by Chunlei was too high, so the lower plate was unstable, and the two fell together in the flower bed in front of the door.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Chunjiu hurriedly apologized, but found that this person was the tall boy he met in the community.

The boy fell miserably and lay on the ground without moving.

Spring leeks are about to cry but not cry. What's the matter?

The boy slowly raised his head, his ignorant and confused eyes disappeared, replaced by endless refinement and rebelliousness, like a wild wolf who had been locked in the zoo for a lifetime. He stood up, his muscles and bones slammed, and he whistled up to the sky: "Eighteen years, I am another hero!"
Chapter completed!