When Zhang Moqian was born, his grandmother Zhang Danqing had passed away for many years.

Therefore, Zhang Moqian's affairs were all about his grandmother through his father. Grandma Zhang Danqing died before Zhang Yiqun went to the Yangtze River Delta to develop, so even Tang Youyang didn't know Zhang Danqing's past.

Zhang Yiqun seemed unwilling to mention her mother more, so when Zhang Moqian asked about her grandmother when she was a child, Zhang Yiqun just briefly said that her grandmother was an authentic Jianshui native from southern Yunnan. Later, she left southern Yunnan and went to the capital. She accidentally met Old Man Yan. The two quickly fell in love. However, when her grandmother was pregnant, she realized that Old Man Yan was already married. However, because it was her own flesh and blood, her grandmother Zhang Danqing did not abort her, but gave birth to Zhang Yiqun.

Probably because he loved Old Man Yan too deeply, Zhang Danqing would rather be Old Man Yan's mistress. When Zhang Yiqun was three years old, for some reason, Old Man Yan forced Zhang Danqing to leave the capital. Zhang Danqing's decisive master directly took Zhang Yiqun and his mother back to southern Yunnan. That's how it happened. After Zhang Yiqun grew up, Zhang Danqing was killed. Zhang Yiqun avenged his mother and took the murder case. So he fled from southern Yunnan and went to the demon city to develop.

Then the Zhang family in the Yangtze River Delta came into being!

Zhang Moqian only knows his grandmother. When his father taught him calligraphy when he was a child, he said that calligraphy was passed down by your grandmother, and you must learn it well.

But Zhang Moqian didn't expect that Mr. Hua from Gusu City would actually know his grandmother? Could it be that when his grandmother was young, she was also a very awesome tiger man?

Seeing Zhang Moqian's surprised expression, Mr. Hua seemed not surprised and chuckled softly: "Actually, your father Zhang Yiqun didn't know about me because your father was only three years old at that time, and he might no longer remember me."

Speaking of this, Mr. Hua smiled faintly, looked at Zhang Moqian and said, "Can you write a handwriting on the spot to show me?"

"Yes." Zhang Moqian nodded.

Under the instructions of Mr. Hua, Hua Xiaowu quickly prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and personally dredged the ink. In fact, she was also extremely shocked. She finally knew why her grandfather wanted to see Zhang Moqian after seeing the calligraphy. It turned out that his grandfather actually knew Zhang Moqian's grandmother.

"What do you write?" Zhang Moqian saw that Hua Xiaowu had prepared her pen, ink, paper and inkstone, walked to the long table and stood still, and asked.

"Just write "Are you going to drink"!" Mr. Hua said lightly.

Zhang Moqian nodded, lifted his pen, held his breath and concentrated. After taking a deep breath, the tip of the pen fell.

At this moment, his temperament completely changed!

"Winning to Wine" Li Bai

Don’t you see the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, flowing to the sea and never returning. Don’t you see the bright mirror in the high hall, sad white hair, like blue hair, and snow in the morning. Life is full of joy, don’t let the golden cup face the moon. I am born with my material, and I will be useful, and I will come back after all. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun. I need to drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Danqiu is born, and the wine is coming, don’t stop. Sing a song with you, and ask you to listen to me. What is the value of bells, drums, delicacies and jade? I hope I will never wake up again after drunkenness. In ancient times, all sages were lonely, but only those who drink were left with their names. King Chen was feasting and drinking in the past ten thousand wine. What did the master say that he had little money? He had to drink directly to you. A five-color horse, a thousand-gold fur, and called his son to exchange for fine wine, and he would be sold for eternal sorrow with you.

Zhang Moqian completed it in one go.

When he put down his pen, sweat was already oozing from his forehead.

Some people think that writing is not a laborious task, but when a calligraphy master truly enters the meditation and writes, it requires a lot of energy and energy.

"Good words!" Mr. Hua looked at this article and shouted "I am worthy of being Zhang Danqing's grandson. He is indeed better than the blue one."

"Grandpa Hua, is my grandma very famous?" Zhang Moqian asked.

"It's not that your grandma is not famous, but she doesn't want to be famous." Mr. Hua recalled: "Your grandma's calligraphy attainments are amazing. There are several anonymous calligraphy circulating on the market now. It is expensive and is all your grandma's masterpieces. If she wants to become famous, the title of calligraphy master has spread throughout China."

Mr. Hua paused and said, "The Calligraphy Saint was born in a wealthy family, but he did not make much progress in his career. He pursued the realm of calligraphy and enjoyed mountains and rivers, and lived a life of a pampered young master. Most of his calligraphy emphasizes meaning but not form. But your grandmother is different. Your grandmother's calligraphy emphasizes both meaning and form."

Speaking of this, Mr. Hua looked at Zhang Moqian: "However, your calligraphy is one more level than your grandma."

"What realm?" Zhang Moqian was stunned.

"The realm of a man!" Mr. Hua sighed: "Your grandma is a woman after all, and there is naturally a softness in her calligraphy. But your characters have a sharp wind. We often say that the characters are like the person, and the root bones are seen from the bones of the character. What is the shape of a person's character? Then what is the shape of a person? If he does not emphasize the shape, he will have no shape."

Zhang Moqian could hear that this was Mr. Hua praising himself.

Hua Xiaowu was beside her. Although she curled her lips, she had to admit that the words written by Zhang Moqian, a shameless man, were indeed beautiful. Moreover, she liked this calligraphy font very much. Since she received the "Polish Guest" given by Zhang Moqian, Hua Xiaowu has deliberately imitated this writing style. Unfortunately, she imitated the shape but could not imitate the sharp aura in the calligraphy.

"Grandpa Hua praised it." Zhang Moqian's expression was modest.

"Xiao Zhang, if you don't mind, I will call you Mo Qian." Old Master Hua said with a smile: "Your grandma and I do know each other, and when I met your grandma, she was still in the capital."

"Beijing?"

"That's right!" Mr. Hua nodded and said, "I met your grandmother by chance. At that time, your father Zhang Yiqun was only one year old. We met at a party. Your grandmother was very pretty, talked calmly and had a graceful temperament. We had a topic and we started chatting. Later, we gradually became friends. However, when I became friends, I found that your grandmother seemed unwilling to mention her husband. Whenever I asked about this, she was vague. Later, I respected her and did not ask about her husband."

Hearing this, Zhang Moqian was stunned. It turned out that Mr. Hua and grandma were friends, but it seemed that he didn't know that his grandma's man was that old man Yan.

Mr. Hua continued to recall: "Later, because of work, your grandmother Zhang Danqing and I became neighbors, and then our relationship became better and better. She became my best female friend, which is what you young people now call blue-faced confidants. We have common topics, and we encounter troubles in life and troubles in work, and we will also talk to each other. However, we have been neighbors for two years, and your grandmother never mentioned anything about your grandfather. I knew this was probably her privacy, so I didn't ask."

"When your father was three years old, your grandmother suddenly took your father away from the capital." Mr. Hua shook his head and said, "I was on a business trip at that time, and I didn't know. When I came back from the business trip, Xiao Wu's grandmother told me that your grandmother was leaving. She left me a letter."

As he said that, Mr. Hua handed the letter from the desk to Zhang Moqian.

Zhang Moqian took the yellowed letter paper and opened it to take a look.

The handwriting on it is written by grandma Zhang Danqing. Although grandma had passed away for many years when Zhang Moqian was born, there were many written by grandma in the old house of Zhang's family. Zhang Moqian knew at a glance that it was written by grandma.

The content in the letter is very simple, just thanking Mr. Hua for being a friend worthy of making friends. He is not pretentious or pretentious. From the literal meaning, we can feel that grandma really regards Mr. Hua as her best friend of the opposite sex.

Mr. Hua sighed and said quietly: "The sea of ​​people is vast, China is so big, I don't know where your grandmother has gone. I have even used the relationship in my hand and wanted to find your grandmother, but unfortunately I have never heard from you."

"You can't even find Grandpa Hua?" Zhang Moqian was a little surprised. Although there were not many students who made their mark when Mr. Hua was young, with the energy of the Hua family and his relationship in the capital, it should be very easy to find someone, but he couldn't find him. Could it be that some big man used the relationship to completely cover up his grandmother's identity?

"Well, I didn't find it." Old Master Hua sighed, and his vicissitudes but bright eyes looked at Zhang Moqian and said with emotion: "However, I didn't expect that it was probably the destiny of heaven in the dark that Xiao Wu actually met you in Yangcheng. You gave Xiao Wu a piece of calligraphy, and I saw that piece of calligraphy again. So, I naturally found you."

"My grandma died when my father just grew up." Zhang Moqian said.

"Is that so? What a pity... Your father just grew up, and your grandmother is only forty years old. I didn't expect that she was young..." Mr. Hua sighed and said, "When I was neighbors with your grandmother, we had an agreement."

"What agreement?" Hua Xiaowu was quite curious.

Mr. Hua looked at his baby granddaughter in a doting manner, then looked at Zhang Moqian and said, "It was very traditional at that time, and many people were married. However, your grandmother and I had children and planned not to have them anymore, so we agreed that when we had a third generation in the future, we would marry and become in-laws."

"Marrying as a family?" Zhang Moqian and Hua Xiaowu were both stunned.

"In other words, if I made a number with your grandma, Xiao Wu would be your fiancée!" Mr. Hua explained.

"Fiancée?" Zhang Moqian's eyes widened in an instant and looked at Hua Xiaowu with an incredible look. Is this girl his fiancée?
Chapter completed!