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Chapter 1566

Hearing Wang Mo's words, Xiang Nanfang couldn't hide his joy, and said: "Then you got the right thing, my dad likes calligraphy and painting the most, and he himself loves to create, although in my opinion his level is very average. , but he is such a teacher!

As long as my father is happy, it's useless for my mother to do whatever she wants. My father loves me the most. "

While talking, the two had already entered the gate.

What caught Wang Mo's eyes was the tall and straight cedar.

Although later generations identified cedar as the city tree of Jinling City, in fact, the most planted plant in Jinling City is the French sycamore.

If you want to talk about the French plane tree, you have to talk about the mother of the country during the Republic of China.

According to legend, when she was studying abroad, she loved the tall and dense sycamores very much, so after she became the mother of the country, a large number of sycamores were planted in Jinling, the capital at that time.

From Xiaguan Wharf to Zhongshan Gate, it has a total length of 12 kilometers, with the characteristic scenery of French plane trees on both sides of the road.

Moreover, cedars are native to the Himalayas, and Jinling is a serious southern region, so it is really not easy to see such big cedars here.

Seeing Wang Mo's eyes, Xiang Nanfang said with a smile, "This is cedar, isn't it strange to see this kind of plant here?"

Wang Mo nodded and said, "It's really strange. It should grow on high mountains. It's unexpected that it can adapt to the temperature in Jinling."

Xiang Nanfang said complacently, "You're right, it does grow at a higher altitude, but this is an improved variety that can adapt to the temperature in Jinling. My dad likes cedar very much, so I decided to Someone transplanted it over."

Wang Mo didn't say anything. This is the benefit of a powerful family. As long as you have hobbies and wishes, no matter how big your wish is, one day it will become a reality.

This is a yard with an area of ​​more than 20 square meters. In addition to such a tall cedar, there are also some flowers and plants in the yard. Looking at Xiang Nan's family, some people like to play with these things very much.

In the middle is a two-story western-style building, which looks like a European style. At first glance, it is not a product after the founding of the People's Republic of China, but it should be left over from the Republic of China period.

As soon as Xiang Nanfang entered, he shouted, "Dad, Mom, this is my tablemate Wang Mo."

Wang Mo saw a middle-aged man and woman standing up on the sofa in the living room.

The man's figure is tall and straight, with a square face, and there is a sense of power without anger in his demeanor.

The woman is dressed like a lady, and she looks much younger than the man, so she should be well maintained.

"Uncle and aunt, hello, it's my first visit, so I'm sorry to disturb you!"

Wang Mo knew what kind of attitude he should have when facing someone. Although his attitude at this time was respectful, he was neither humble nor silent.

Xiang's father and Xiang's mother scanned Wang Mo up and down. It was obviously not the first time they had heard of his name.

After a while, Xiang's father smiled and said: "You are welcome, you are welcome to come to our house as a guest, come in quickly!"

Mother Xiang didn't speak the whole time, she just smiled politely, but this kind of smile would make people feel a sense of distance.

Putting on the slippers that the nanny found out, Wang Mo and Xiang Nannan went to the living room together.

Just as Wang Mo walked in, Mother Xiang seemed surprised when she saw the things in his hand: "Nanfang, since he is your classmate, how can you bring a gift when you come to our house?"

Hearing Mother Xiang's words, Father Xiang's expression immediately became serious and official.

"Here you come, what gifts do you bring? It seems that Nanfang didn't tell you that our family generally does not accept gifts from others, and as far as I know, you are still a high school student. You are now focusing on your studies. On, not on these messy things."

Apparently, Xiang's father was a little dissatisfied with Wang Mo's gift.

Seeing Mother Xiang's surprised expression, Wang Mo knew that this was her first attack.

She didn't say a word that she invited her to come here. It seems that she didn't tell anyone about inviting herself here.

It's not this scene that should be prepared for herself, it's just that both Xiang's father and Xiang Nannan are back, so she can only adapt to the situation.

Seeing that his father didn't give Wang Mo a good face when they met, Xiang Nanfang immediately stepped forward and hugged his father's arm, and said coquettishly: "Dad, what are you talking about, Wang Mo didn't come to give you a gift, let alone this picture He wrote the words himself, knowing that you are of a high level, so he brought them here for you to give pointers to.”

Hearing his daughter's words, Xiang's father really relaxed his expression, looked at Wang Mo in surprise and asked, "Do you know calligraphy?"

Wang Mo said modestly: "I understand a little bit, but it must be a classmate in front of you."

Father Xiang waved his hand and said: "Hey, I can't say that. It's good that you young people have a hobby. As for how to write, it's second. It's also good to practice calligraphy and sharpen your temper. "

Sure enough, as Xiang Nanfang said, Xiang's father is good at being a teacher. He didn't say a few words during the meeting, and he acted like an elder teacher.

Wang Mo handed the things in his hand to Xiang Nanfang, and then Xiang Nanfang brought them to Father Xiang.

It can be seen that Xiang's father should love calligraphy very much. He just got it and couldn't wait to open it to have a look.

This is the Diamond Sutra written in lower case when Wang Mo is free. One is for practicing calligraphy and the other is for self-cultivation.

As soon as Father Xiang opened it, he felt a rush of ethereal air.

In the last world, Wang Mo studied with calligraphy masters for so long, and in the following time, he gradually developed his own style.

Father Xiang is also a person who has seen the world and knows what is a treasure.

He looked at every word obsessively, as if he had forgotten that there were still guests at home.

Xiang's mother is also a person who knows the goods, and her eyes also showed surprise, but she is not as fond of calligraphy as Xiang's father, so she quickly looked away.

Mother Xiang knew that Wang Mo was very good. About his rumors, Mother Xiang, who worked in an agency, knew the most clearly.

But if it is said that this word was written by Wang Mo, Xiang's mother would not believe it.

Good study can be said to be a good talent, but calligraphy cannot reach this level without years of accumulation.

"This calligraphy is so well written, it looks like it was written by a famous artist." Xiang Mu said beside her.

Xiang's mother's words woke up Xiang's father who was deeply fascinated by it, and he immediately realized that this handwriting was really written by Wang Mo, an underage person?

Xiang's father has met too many people in his life, some are truly talented, and some are just pretending to be boastful.

Father Xiang's first reaction was that this painting should be written by an elder in Wang Mo's family, but Wang Mo claimed that he wrote it himself. The purpose, of course, was to make a good impression in front of him.

In an instant, Father Xiang, who had a good impression of Wang Mo just now, immediately calmed down.

He asked his daughter to roll up the things, and said: "I dare not point out this work, and I can't accept this work, you can take it back!"

Seeing his father whose face changed as quickly as the sky, Xiang Nanfang didn't understand: "Dad, why are you doing this? You said it was written by Wang Mo himself, and it's worthless. What do you mean by asking him to take it back! "

Although Xiang Nan knew that the calligraphy was beautiful, she didn't know its value.

Originally, I heard that Wang Mo was coming. As the city leader, Xiang Fu had also heard about this Jinling City genius, so he wanted to meet him.

He didn't expect that he was a peddler for fame, Xiang's father felt a little disappointed, so he stood up and said without interest: "Student Wang Mo, don't leave at night, stay for a light meal, you sit down first, I won't accompany you .”

Wang Mo, who was born with an exquisite heart, instantly understood the reason why Xiang's father changed his face.

He immediately said: "Uncle, I'm afraid you already think in your heart that I didn't write this calligraphy, and that I'm a villain who stole other people's works."

Father Xiang was very surprised by Wang Mo's words, and he didn't hide it, and said, "Yes, this character is indeed well written, but it cannot be written at your age."

This result was also expected by Wang Mo. Anyone who saw that font would probably not believe that it was written by a 17-year-old boy.

"The so-called facts speak louder than words. I don't think you will believe me no matter how I explain it. You should have a study room in your home. Why don't I write a few words to you on the spot. The result will be clear at a glance."

Rationally, it was impossible for Xiang's father to believe Wang Mo's words, but seeing Wang Mo's confident expression, Xiang's father had no choice but to believe it.

In fact, Xiang's father usually doesn't know as much as a child, but who made this his favorite calligraphy!
"Okay, then let us appreciate your work."

On the table in the study, there are ready-made Four Treasures of the Study, and there is ink in the inkstone. It seems that Xiang's father often comes to write.

On a new piece of rice paper, Wang Mo changed a font, using cursive script, and wrote those famous quotes through the ages.

"Set up your mind for the heaven and the earth, set up your life for the people, set up a legacy for the sages of the past, and create peace for all generations."

Xiang Nanfang read it softly.

"Good handwriting is as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, and the fonts are stretched and stylish, which fully embodies the true meaning of running script!"

Father Xiang's eyes were filled with admiration.

Mother Xiang also looked at Wang Mo in surprise, not expecting that he was really hiding something.

"Uncle praised me a lot. In running script, I haven't gone out of my own way. I'm still imitating the style of my predecessors. I can't deserve my uncle's praise."

Hearing Wang Mo's modest words, Xiang's father immediately pretended to be angry and said, "I said you deserve it, and you definitely deserve it. If you can't even deserve it, then my words have not even crossed the threshold."

Everyone said so, so Wang Mo could only accept his praise.

The happiest thing here is Xiang Nannan, seeing her sweetheart getting along with her father happily, nothing makes her happier than this.

Father Xiang was obviously very happy today. Although Wang Mo is young, he is a teacher who is good at calligraphy, and Father Xiang wanted to have a good discussion with him.

"Cuilan, prepare a few more good dishes tonight, I have to have a few drinks with classmate Xiao Wang." Father Xiang said happily.

(End of this chapter)