Flying a plane is far away for Tag, like outer space. He has never even taken a plane. How can he fly a plane? Besides, what capital does the cousin of the former herder from the Ganzi grassland have to teach others to fly a plane?

Liu Kunlun didn't say it casually. From the details of Tag's favorite motorcycles, he could see that the child had inherited his genes. It was also the common hobby of boys all over the world. He liked machinery and speed-related things. Motorcycles were the primary ones. After satisfaction, they would evolve into cars, then airplanes and sailboats. These were all masculine masculine masculine things, but they were also valuable toys from the upper class. Civilians could only look up.

If you are not reborn, Tagg's life path is almost foreseeable. You can study hard, go to a prestigious university, and even have a doctorate degree. Find a girl of similar appearance at the right age to get married and have children, and continue the next generation. All efforts made in life are in a sense just for job hunting. Some people will not worry about going to school or work when they are born. All they consider is how to manage wealth and common people like Tagg.

But now it’s different. With Tag’s father, his life will be richer and more exciting than those children, and Muzi is the same. This is the oath that Liu Kunlun promised to himself.

Tagg didn't take his cousin's nonsense, nor did he respond. He just thought about whether he would be scolded by his mother when he went back so late. I remember that in the second year of junior high school, he went out to play game consoles with his classmates and went home at 9 o'clock in the evening. He was beaten by his mother. After the beating, he hugged and cried bitterly. Tagg was still scared.

But Chunjiu was not angry this time. When her father took her child out to play, she was worried about anything. The only thing she was unhappy was Muzi, who was unable to go out for midnight snacks together and sulked in the quilt.

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Liu Kunlun was going to Shuren Middle School to apply for a calligraphy teacher, so he specially curled himself. He didn't make money now, and he was embarrassed to ask Chunlei for money to spend. He could only spend it in half. He used the change given by Mr. Shao to buy a white shirt and pants in the supermarket. The cheap goods worth dozens of yuan were actually a noble style. He had a high appearance and had to be stylish. Liu Kunlun's hair now has a messy chicken coop head. He passed by the barber shop and saw that the lowest price of cutting a head is 100 yuan. He simply made his own hairstyle. His new hairstyle is simple and rough. He used a lot of hair spray to carry his hair. Because the amount of hair was too much, his back was not thorough, and he showed an angry horse running, which coincided with the Elvis hairstyle in the 1950s.

Liu Kunlun, who was holding the head of Elvis, came to Shuren Middle School and met the principal. Because he was recommended by Mr. Shao, he had already made a reservation. The principal just chatted with him about family matters and sent it to the director.

The director of the teaching director is a serious middle-aged man, a typical intellectual. He disdained such a young calligraphy teacher without any concealment, saying, "Who did you learn calligraphy from Xiao Liu, and what degree do you have?"

Liu Kunlun said neither humble nor arrogantly: "I have never been to school, I rely entirely on copying the calligraphy."

The director said: "What kind of inscriptions have you copied? Tell me."

Liu Kunlun said: "The Li Qi, Zhang Qian Stele, Kong Zhou Stele, Heng Fang Stele, Yi Ying Stele, Cao Quan Stele, Zhang Menglong Stele, Jia Enjun Stele, Cuan Longyan Stele, Cuan Baozi Stele, Songgao Ling Temple Stele, Zhang Hei Nu Stele, Cui Jingyong. I learned Ge Tie in Jin Dynasty; Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, Yang Ningshi, Li Yong, Mi Fu, Zhao Mengfu, Wang Juesi, Dong Qichang, and Lin Sanzhi. I have learned all of them. No matter who inscriptions and calligraphy, no matter who or what school, they all take their strengths, and they are incompatible with them. They are all familiar with the official cursive, official and seal script."

The director snorted: "Then you are really a wizard."

Calligraphy is not only aura, but also repeated practices after repeated practice. A boy in his early twenties speaks so hard that he can understand everything. This really makes the director unhappy. No matter what background he is, he will make this boy unable to come to Taiwan.

"You write something." The director pointed to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

Liu Kunlun saw the director's difficulties, so he smiled, so he went up to pick up a brush, and wrote a poem, which was written in regular script, which was as round as a post and as a stele. It was as good as the read. This kind of calligraphy was the most suitable for educating high school students.

The director immediately changed a lot. Mr. Shao is Mr. Shao, and the young talent introduced by him was different. He nodded, put on his glasses and said, "Well, it's okay, are you left-handed?"

Liu Kunlun said: "No, I usually use my right hand."

The director was amazed. He wrote so well with his left hand, but what would he have to write with his right hand?

"Come with me." The director said that when he brought Liu Kunlun to the teachers' office, everyone saluted him, including Teacher Liu Lu, his eyes were shocked.

Liu Kunlun is not a real teacher, but an external interest course teacher. Shuren Middle School is a private school. The difference between it and public high schools is the richness and diversity of courses. Students can vote for the courses they want to take, such as equestrian, sailing, and mountaineering. Due to the limitations of venue and cost, they can only be held during winter and summer vacations. Ordinary interest courses are those that can be completed in the classroom by piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

These external teachers are generally leaders in various industries, such as professors from art schools, or well-known painters, musicians, performers, dancers, etc., who are at least 40 years old. Why is a young man here today? You should know that today's course is not Taekwondo, but calligraphy that requires decades of cultivation.

The teachers were puzzled, and the one who was most puzzled was Liu Lu. She knew Liu Kunlun's background. This guy was Muzitag's cousin, and it was said that he was a Tibetan from Sichuan. Has the calligraphy class been adjusted to ethnic dance? This kid's body looks like a dancing person.

The director said: "Xiao Liu, there are two things. First, this is the calligraphy teacher. Please accept it. Second, there is a transfer student. Please take it back."

"Transfer students? Where did they transfer?" Liu Lu was puzzled. There were not many transfer students these days.

"Transferred from Canada." said the director, and happened to ring in his cell phone and took a look, "They are here."

The transfer student came in a Toyota Alpha nanny car, carrying bodyguards and nanny. The family staff stayed in the car, and only his mother came with him.

Liu Kunlun first saw Su Qing walking into the door. The passing of time seemed to be no trace on her body. She was still so young and handsome, with a slim figure. Then he saw a young version of himself, wearing a school uniform, following Su Qing.

The director stepped forward to greet Liu Lu and introduced that this was Wang Xizhi, a transfer student. This is Ms. Su, the mother of Wang Xizhi. Because Liu Kunlun was relatively close to the station, the director also mentioned it, and this was Kunlun, the calligraphy teacher.

Su Qing couldn't help but look at Liu Kunlun, nodded lightly and said hello.

Liu Kunlun's heart was shocked. He didn't care too much about Su Qing's whereabouts. He thought that Wang Haikun would not accept her after he replaced him. He probably wanted to find a good family to marry him. But now it seems that Wang Haikun accepted everything and even gave birth to a child. However, this child looks too similar to him, like a twin brother, so there is a possibility that this child is also a clone, which is a backup that Wang Haikun plans to prepare for the future.

In a sense, Su Qing is Cui Su'e, and Wang Xizhi is another Liu Kunlun.

Liu Kunlun, who was in a state of grief and anger, did not know how these time were spent before class. Until Liu Lu called him, he had not yet come out of the intense emotional fluctuations. If it was a long touch to witness Chunlei raising children in the 18 years, then seeing Su Qing and her son was a short and powerful fatal blow. He didn't know what to call the demon, whether to call him Wang Huayun or Wang Haikun, and broke up one family after another, and innocent people were played with by him. He would never allow him to continue doing evil!

Liu Lu took Liu Kunlun to the classroom of Class 7 of Grade 1, formally introduced the new calligraphy teacher to the students, and then handed the class to Liu Kunlun.

The sudden appearance of "cousin" shocked Muzitag and the insider Sheng Zhaocunhan Yingge. Several children looked at each other with surprise.

Liu Kunlun introduced himself: "I am your calligraphy teacher this semester. You can call me Kunlun. This is... This is my pseudonym. I know that many of you here have the skills of calligraphy. So before the formal class, I want to introduce myself in another way and use calligraphy."

The classroom has been arranged, and a book case replaces the podium. The camera above the blackboard can write the writing process and pass it on to the projector. Liu Kunlun grinds ink and his heart is surging.

The students sat quietly. The students in Shuren Middle School were of high quality. Even if they were not in class, they would cooperate with the teacher very well. They would not know that the unknown calligraphy teacher's heart was fluctuating at the moment.

At this time, Liu Kunlun was not himself. Nan Peichen's memories and thoughts hit the heart. Southwest Associated University, the eagle hit the sky, twenty years of prison, belated love, everything deprived; then it was Liu Kunlun's perspective, born in poverty, rebellious, swords and shadows, drunkenness and dreams, eighteen years of dormant, death and rebirth, closed his eyes and opened it, took a deep breath, picked up his brush and wrote a poem.

The young man listens to the rain singing tower, the red candles are faint in the silk tent, the middle-aged man listens to the rain in the boat, the river is vast and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are calling the west wind. Now, the monk's hut is under the hut, and the stars are already there, and the joys and sorrows are all about the feelings, and the steps are dripping until dawn.

The classroom is extremely quiet, and the students are all focused on watching the teacher write, as if they are not appreciating calligraphy, but listening to stories. A man's life is finished, and the story is also finished.

Calligraphy is art, and even people without any foundation know how to appreciate it. This character is not written by Liu Kunlun, but by Nan Peichen's soul. His hand is elegant and mature, with thin lines, soft and hard, with a strong force, and a thread that penetrates the back of the paper, and a lead. Liu Lu, who was quietly observing at the back door of the classroom, was surprised. He didn't expect her calligraphy to be so good.

The director who saw this scene through classroom monitoring was even more shocked. If the regular script during the test could be scored 95 points, this running script was far beyond the scope and reached the point where it could be framed and sent to the auction house. This was definitely not a word that a young man in his twenties could write. It should be written by a paradise who had experienced vicissitudes and saw through the world.

While Liu Kunlun was writing, some students who knew things secretly took out their phones and took photos. This is something that students often do. They post what teachers do online, and inadvertently made many grassroots teachers famous.
Chapter completed!