Chapter 3136 Little Emperor Uncle (77)

Now the old men were completely shocked.

"You said this word was written by him?"

"Nonsense!"

"impossible!"

They shook their heads and refused to believe it.

An old man who looked the oldest, with a white beard, pulled his beard and yelled: "It's impossible, it's impossible. Just these few words, without twenty or thirty years of skills, I can't write them! Could it be that he was aborted?" Can’t you just start practicing calligraphy right here?”

Zhao Shu thought to himself, I started writing when I was three years old, and it has been forty years now.

There are only twenty or thirty years left in your mouth.

It seems that this old man's calligraphy skills are not very good.

"You don't believe it? Haha, I knew that you guys have no eyesight and no knowledge!" Mr. Li was so proud that he pulled Zhao Shu and said, "Xiao Shu, are you free now? Write another letter to grandpa. Just one word will do. They don’t believe you wrote this word.”

A group of retired old men who usually don’t have any special hobbies, they just like to get together and compete.

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "Okay."

Mr. Li was overjoyed and hurriedly brought the pen and paper himself. He used the best ink, the best pen, and the best paper.

The other old men just stared when he took out the Chengxintang paper.

Such precious paper is not much cheaper than gold.

Asking him for one would have cost him his life, but now he was willing to take it out and write for this kid.

Is it true?

The old men were muttering in their hearts. When they saw Zhao Shu holding a pen, although they shouted that they didn't believe it, they couldn't help but come over to take a look.

Zhao Shu took up his pen and wrote a poem——

The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hoof disease.

The end is vigorous and powerful, and the spirit is high.

Several old men were dumbfounded.

"Okay, great!" Mr. Li clapped his hands and praised, "This calligraphy is better than the previous one! This is like the calligraphy that a young man should write! He is proud of his life and full of energy!"

When Zhao Shu was writing before, he had just arrived here, had just experienced the separation of life and death from Yun Dai in the deep sea, and his heart was full of sadness and confusion.

Now, he has gradually adapted to this world. The most important thing is that he met Yun Dai before he traveled through time.

And, she likes herself.

Between the two words before and after, his whole mood and state are completely different.

The feeling of writing it is completely different.

After Mr. Li finished marveling, the other old men also came to their senses.

"Did this guy really write it?"

"Didn't we all see it with our own eyes?"

"Be good!"

Several old men swarmed up and surrounded Zhao Shu, pulling him to ask him questions and ask questions. To sum up, the ultimate goal is one: to write a picture for myself.

Mr. Li immediately stepped forward to protect him: "My Xiao Shu is a calligrapher, not a street performer. Can I write for you casually?"

"Then how can I write it to you?"

"Can our relationship be the same as yours?" Mr. Li was extremely proud.

Today he is very proud in front of his old comrades.

He was so happy that he seemed twenty years younger.

"I have to frame this painting and hang it in my study!" Mr. Li chuckled.

This made the other old men jealous to death.

One of the old men pulled Zhao Shu: "Little baby, write a few words for me. There is a piece of writing missing in my study."

"My family is relocating, but there are still a few words missing on the plaque!"

"And me, my granddaughter-in-law is about to give birth..."

Everyone looked at him: "Whether your grandson-in-law has a baby or not, what does it have to do with Xiao Shu?"