The Confucian scholar looked at the word Qin Jiu he had written, and then looked at Li Shui's reaction.
My hands were so nervous that I didn't know where to put them.
The Confucian scholar was very worried. After all, he had just become a disciple. If he was dissatisfied with the banishment, it would be a trivial matter to tear up the paper and throw it in his face in anger.
It took a lot of effort to work under the name of Master Banished Immortal and work in the Shangjun Courtyard that everyone yearned for. If he was kicked out in the blink of an eye, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the master?
Although I am still a member of Shangjun Courtyard for the time being, after all, I have studied Confucianism for so many years, and I still pay more attention to face.
When he thought of this, the Confucian scholar suddenly had some strange thoughts, and even felt a little angry.
After studying Confucianism with doctors for so many years, I have not learned any other skills, but good face has taught every Confucian scholar.
No matter where you are or what you do, your own face will always come first.
The Confucian scholar looked at Chunyu Yue, the leader of the doctors, and became more and more angry as he thought about it.
Of course, I can't take this anger out on Confucius. After all, I have never seen it. I can only take it out on Chun Yuyue, the leader of today's doctors.
If he could treat his face as lightly as he did when he was a child, I'm afraid he would have accomplished something long ago.
At this time, the Confucian scholar finally figured it out. The more you value face, the less face you have. The less you value face, the more face you have.
The Confucian scholar looked at Li Shui and nodded, then shook his head, suddenly feeling very nervous.
My heart is already in my throat.
The Confucian scholar finally couldn't hold it back and said, "The student has let you down."
Chunyu Yue looked at the word Qin Jiu, frowned and said, "Not only did you disappoint your new teacher, but I also disgraced you."
"Look at what you wrote. It looks like a headless insect crawling. There is no calligraphy at all. It doesn't even deserve to be called a font."
When the Confucian scholar heard about the face, he immediately felt drunk, but when he thought about it, his writing might not be good enough.
After all, there is no signboard with the word Qinjiu in the restaurant lobby. I wrote it entirely from memory.
I think what I wrote is indeed far different from that of Lord Banished Immortal. Dr. Chunyu scolded himself, just think it was the Banished Immortal who was scolding him.
Li Xin also looked at it and said, "It's interesting. It does look like a bug crawling."
Li Xin pointed and said, "Look at this, does it look like an insect with a broken leg?"
The Confucian scholar was very embarrassed, lowered his head and remained silent, waiting for Li Shui to speak.
Li Shui looked at it and finally said, "Not bad, it's well written. I'm very satisfied."
Chunyu Yue stared and said, "Huai Guzi, are your eyes okay? Is this good?"
"Look at whether it is written or painted. If you take it to the street and say it is painted, people will believe it."
"If so, he is yours now, but after all, he is still a Confucian scholar."
"Representing our Confucian circle, you did a pretty good job of writing this painting-like thing."
"I'm afraid that on the surface you are reprimanding him, but in reality you are belittling us Confucian students and belittling the incompetence of my followers."
Li Xin looked at the excitement without showing any seriousness, and subconsciously interrupted: "That's the truth, there's no need to obviously belittle anyone."
Chunyu Yue's beard stood up in anger, he picked up his crutch and hit Li Xin.
Li Xin took advantage of the situation and dodged, but did not forget to say: "Sister-in-law, there are so many people here, why are you using violence? That's all."
Chunyu Yue cursed breathlessly: "Don't let me catch you."
Li Shui stopped the two of them and said, "Dr. Chunyu wrongly blamed me. Do you think I am the kind of person who mocks you in disguise?"
"If I really wanted to ridicule, I would have said it bluntly, why bother beating around the bush."
"That's not my style."
Li Xin thought for a while and realized that was really the case.
Chunyu Yue snorted coldly and remained silent.
Li Shui continued: "I really feel that what he wrote makes me more satisfied."
"First of all, there is no style with the word Qinjiu in this hall, and the plaque outside was only hung up today."
"He can only see the word Qin Jiu when he is queuing up outside the restaurant."
"Many people just watch the excitement and think that there will be a sign with the word Qinjiu in the restaurant."
"I thought that when I got to the lobby, I could just look at the sign and copy it."
"The fact that he can write like this is enough to prove that he was carefully observing the font of the word Qinjiu outside the restaurant."
"Some people just care about Qin Jiu, and some people not only care about Qin Jiu, but are also very interested in Qin Jiu's font."
"Only such people can truly appreciate the taste of Qin wine."
“Just based on careful observation and the habit of studying Qin wine culture, I am very satisfied.”
Li Xin looked at the font, then at Li Shui, and said with a smile: "Brother Huai, it's you who can see so many things from such a simple character."
Looking at the Confucian scholar again, he was already quite excited and almost moved to tears.
Being able to worship at the door of Shangjun's courtyard is truly a blessing that I have cultivated for eight lifetimes.
Chunyu Yue sneered: "Now that he is yours, of course you can say whatever you want."
Li Xin continued: "Brother Cai Huai, why did you frown and shake your head when you saw this painting?"
Li Shui smiled and said, "Did I shake my head?"
Li Xin said: "I shook my head."
Li Shui turned to look at the Confucian scholar, who also nodded seriously.
Li Shui smiled and said: "That's me sighing, lamenting that I didn't write so well the first time."
"The first time I wrote it, it was more sloppy than this. I wrote it many times before the characters gradually took shape."
"So, you wrote very well."
Li Shui patted the Confucian scholar on the shoulder, and the Confucian scholar excitedly raised his hands to Li Shui and said, "Teacher, I'm so complimentary. It's all because the teacher teaches well."
Chunyu Yue was confused when he heard this. This flattery was too advanced.
It’s been less than an hour since you betrayed Confucianism and worshiped Huaiguzi, and you’re saying that his teachings are good?
What did he teach you?
Chunyu Yue shook his head and thought: This boy is hopeless, indeed hopeless. Once he enters Shangjun's courtyard, it is as deep as the sea. He will never come out again in this life.
This kid has not yet entered the gate of Shangjun's villa, but his flattery is loud, and his flattering face is clearly revealed.
Chunyu Yue sighed, pitiful that the Confucian scholar would live in hypocrisy for the rest of his life.
The Confucian scholar continued: "The students are just imitating the teacher. If the teacher's calligraphy were not good, the students would not be able to imitate."
“Let alone creating this new typeface from scratch.”
"Students still have a lot to learn from their teachers."
Li Shui nodded with satisfaction, looked at Chunyu Yue, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Dr. Chunyu is not satisfied with the calligraphy he wrote?"
Chunyu Yue snorted coldly and said, "Of course I'm not satisfied."
Then he looked at the Confucian scholar and said: "After you go out, don't say that you were a Confucian scholar before. I can't afford to disgrace this person?"
Li Shui smiled and said: "In that case, why don't Dr. Chunyu present his calligraphy treasure so that we can learn more."
Chunyu Yue sneered: "I will write if you ask me to. Aren't I very embarrassed?"
The Confucian scholar frowned, clenched his fists and muttered to himself: It’s all about face again...
