"That little girl is your granddaughter?"
"How's it going? Pretty, isn't it? How about I tell you that I'm your grandson-in-law?"
"Haha, let's arrange a date for a baby kiss?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The two old men sitting near the front row laughed shamelessly.
But joking aside, Li Dongjiang certainly couldn't take it seriously, and he knew that the other party couldn't take it seriously either.
"But to be honest, I think your granddaughter will most likely have to fall in love with you." Li Dongjiang said proudly as he looked at the little girl who took the initiative to strike up a conversation.
The old man next to him, Ye Kai, suddenly became angry: "You fart! I even called you fat, but you're still gasping for air?"
Li Dongjiang said: "Didn't you see that my grandson didn't even bother to pay attention to her? She kept talking to my grandson."
Ye Kai snorted, "This only shows that my granddaughter is polite!"
"Then why does your granddaughter only greet my grandson?"
Ye Kai couldn't argue with Li Dongjiangsu, so he changed the subject and said: "Come on, young master, why didn't I know you were so narcissistic before you retired? Okay, okay, don't forget what we are here for! Competition! This In the competition, my granddaughter will definitely win first place."
Li Dongjiang said slowly: "Didn't your granddaughter just go and study with Teacher Zhang from the Provincial Calligraphy Association for a while? Those who don't know may think your granddaughter's teacher is Wang Xizhi!"
Ye Kai snorted: "Why do I smell vinegar?"
Li Dongjiang glanced at Ye Kai angrily, "What's so bad about me? Does it matter who you learn from? What's important is your own understanding! Have you seen the calligraphy written by my grandson? Just put it like this, don't read it He has been practicing Zhao Mengfu's calligraphy for seven or eight years since he was young, and his handwriting already has the flavor of Zhao Mengfu. People who don't know calligraphy can't even tell whose calligraphy is better!"
Ye Kai had seen Li Chenghuan's name a few years ago. After all, Li Dongjiang, an old boy, had been bickering with him for most of his life. Whoever had some big achievements would eagerly show off to the other, but he snorted: "You also said that you don't know calligraphy, but the judges all know calligraphy!"
Li Dongjiang said proudly: "Then just wait."
A few rows behind the two old men, Jiang Yunmiao and Liu Xuanxuan also noticed the girl who was chatting with Li Chenghuan.
Liu Xuanxuan thought for a while and said, "I think I've seen that girl before."
Jiang Yunmiao blinked, "Do you know her?"
Liu Xuanxuan nodded: "I remember...well, when I was in fourth grade, she was an outstanding graduate and she even spoke in front of all the teachers and students in the school."
Jiang Yunmiao was silent for a moment, then looked at the girl again, thoughtfully, "Oh... that is to say, she is already in the second grade of junior high school..."
"Uh... right, hey, Sister Yunmiao, why are you paying attention to this?"
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"Are you Li Chenghuan?" the girl asked.
Li Chenghuan patiently studied the ink and turned to look at the other party.
She is a girl who seems to have a very quiet temperament. The corners of her mouth are slightly raised, and she looks very polite and easy to get along with.
Li Chenghuan nodded: "I am."
The girl shook her head and smiled: "It's nothing. I just heard your name from grandpa and was a little curious, so I wanted to say hello to you."
"Oh... who is your respected grandfather?"
The girl suddenly laughed, not only her mouth was smiling, but her eyes were also smiling, but the smile was not meant to offend, and she said: "You are really interesting, um... Grandpa, this is the first time I have heard this in real life. kind of title."
Li Chenghuan focused on the ink in his hand and said, "Your surname should be Ye, right?"
The girl was stunned for a moment, a little surprised: "How...how do you know?"
Li Chenghuan said: "Since you heard my name from your grandfather, there is a high probability that you are also in the same circle of people from my grandfather's generation. After thinking about it, my grandfather's best friend is Ye Kai. Grandpa."
"Are you Grandpa Ye's granddaughter?"
The girl was very surprised and looked at Li Chenghuan up and down, then nodded and said, "My grandfather said that Grandpa Li has a grandson who is as big as a brat. He is probably the biggest competitor in this calligraphy competition."
"You're a little kid?" Li Chenghuan was slightly startled, and then showed a dumbfounded expression.
The girl nodded and smiled: "But I don't think what grandpa said is quite right. You should not be considered as big as a kid."
"Yeah?"
"You should mature early..." The girl's eyes were mischievous, "Early maturity is more appropriate."
After a pause, the girl said, "My name is Ye Ninglu."
At this time, Li Chenghuan's ink was almost polished. He put down the things in his hands, hugged Ye Ninglu and said, "Nice to meet you."
Ye Ninglu couldn't help but smile again and said, "You are really interesting, not like ordinary primary school students."
Li Chenghuan pointed at Ye Ninglu's ink and said, "If you don't polish the ink, the competition will begin."
Ye Ninglu then started to study the ink and said, "Thank you for reminding me, but I won't give in to this calligraphy competition."
Li Chenghuan smiled casually, "Then I'll take second place."
Ye Ninglu showed a hint of surprise. What the other party said seemed to be too utilitarian. She smiled dumbly and said, "It seems you are very confident. What if you are third?"
Li Chenghuan said: "It's possible that I won't get the ranking. It doesn't matter. I just want to relax by participating in this competition."
He was not pretending to say this, but he really meant it.
He has been practicing calligraphy for seven or eight years, and unlike his peers who practice calligraphy, he practices it seriously and proactively from an adult's perspective.
In addition, he has excellent talent and can now write beautiful calligraphy at will.
He liked Zhao Mengfu's calligraphy the most, and he imitated Zhao Mengfu's regular script and running script perfectly.
Ye Ninglu was silent for a moment and then said: "Really..."
After the dozen or so contestants on the field had finished polishing their ink, the host began to take the stage to announce the competition process.
Introduce the attending leaders and judges, and then announce the rules. First, write a word in regular script, and then write an essay in cursive. The specific content will be determined by drawing lots on the spot.
It was finally decided that the work in regular script would be Su Shi's Shui Tiao Ge Tou, while the work in running script would be the popular Xiao Shitan Ji.
A paper copy of the article was distributed on everyone's desk.
At this moment, a boy next to Li Chenghuan accidentally knocked over his own inkstone, and Mo just fell on top of Xiao Shi Tan Ji.
The boy suddenly panicked. The staff member frowned and walked over and said, "Oh... Why are you so careless? There are no extra paper files."
Ye Ninglu glanced at the boy, sighed slightly, picked up her own copy, and was about to speak, but Li Chenghuan was one step ahead of him and handed over his copy of "Little Rock Pond".
"It's okay, you can use mine." Li Chenghuan said.
The boy was stunned and said thank you several times.
Li Chenghuan naturally felt that it didn't matter. After all, in order to train his memory, he had already memorized all the ancient poems and poems that he might come across throughout high school. Naturally, the story of Xiao Shitan Ji in the second grade of junior high school was not a problem.
Ye Ninglu asked in surprise: "You...what should you do yourself?"
Li Chenghuan smiled and said, "I memorized it."
Ye Ninglu blinked: "I memorized it...you, are you in the second grade of junior high school?"
Li Chenghuan gave Ye Ninglu a funny look, lowered his head and started writing, saying, "Primary school students can also memorize some works from higher grades..."
