Chapter 3072 Little Emperor Uncle (13)

The old man smiled heartily and said: "I thought you wanted to go out and make a living, but it turned out that you wanted to study? What was your previous education level?"

"I... didn't study much here."

"You can't even write?" The old man was surprised.

"No, it will."

"Okay, come to my place."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Zhao Shu hung up the phone and took a taxi to the single-family garden house where Mr. Li lived.

The guard at the door was impressed and let him go without asking.

The nanny said that the old man was practicing calligraphy in the study.

When Zhao Shu entered, the old man was swiping ink.

Zhao Shu walked lightly and walked over to watch quietly.

The old man put down his pen and said with a smile: "Xiao Shu, come here and take a look at my words."

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "Okay."

The old man looked at him: "Tell me the truth, have you ever gone to school?"

"The place where I study should be considered a private school." Zhao Shu said.

"Private school?" The old man looked at him, "Speaking of which, I went to a private school back then. You are young, what kind of private school did you go to?"

Zhao Shu smiled and said: "Remote mountain village. So, I don't have the high school diploma required here. Do I still have hope of going to college?"

The old man thought for a while: "Come and write a few words."

Zhao Shu nodded, changed a piece of rice paper, and picked up the pen.

The feeling came back instantly.

He was used to writing with a brush.

Mr. Li looked at it with a smile, until he made the first stroke, his brows raised.

Zhao Shu writes without pausing, flowing smoothly and in one go.

He put down his pen and said, "Master, please correct me."

Mr. Li stared straight: "Looking for a close friend in the mountains and rivers. This...is this written by you?"

Zhao Shu nodded.

Is there any need to ask? Didn’t you, the old man, just look at me?

Mr. Li's eyes just shone as he picked up the word, "Okay, okay, great!"

Zhao Shu smiled.

Mr. Li said: "Oh my god, compared to your word, I am just like a dog. Why didn't you say it just now?"

Zhao Shu smiled and said: "I am a martial arts practitioner and my writing is powerful. Besides, I have been used to writing with a brush since I was a child."

"Oh, why do I think you are so different from the original paintings of masters that I have in my house?" The old man held the calligraphy in his hands and turned out the calligraphy works he had collected to compare them. He smacked his lips while reading, "Okay. Okay, that’s great. Xiao Shu, besides writing, what else can you do?”

Zhao Shu thought for a while: "I have a little understanding of poetry and writing. As for painting, my level is average."

Mr. Li jumped up: "Come on, come on, draw me a picture and write a poem for me. Come now."

He personally fetched the fine paper from his collection.

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "The old man still has Chengxintang paper."

"Good boy, you actually know this."

"Understand a little bit."

"Come on, don't tell me that you understand a little bit." The old man finally knew. This kid said that he understood a little bit, which was simply a modest statement.

He felt as if he had discovered a treasure.

"Quick, quick, show me the drawing." He couldn't wait.

Zhao Shu thought for a moment, then slowly changed his hair to another one, lowered his head and started painting.

It is a vast expanse of white snow-capped mountains, with dark black waves rolling in the distance.

The tone of the whole painting is a bit depressing, but the artistic conception is far-reaching and full of sadness.

Mr. Li looked at it for a long time and sighed: "I don't know why, your painting makes people sad and sad."