Chapter 3 People are old

Sun Shao smiled secretly. He didn't get a false reputation for his calligraphy after practicing hard for many years. Although there were many calligraphers in ancient times, not everyone was a calligrapher in ancient times. What's more, when calligraphy in the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty had just emerged, he could still learn Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, otherwise he would not have taken the initiative to give it. Bao.

"My mother is flattered." Sun Shao smiled modestly.

"Very good, good calligraphy, and much more elegant words." The bridge was supposed to praise Sun Shao a few words to enhance his interest in learning literature. At present, looking at this good word, he naturally praised him even more. He really praised him a few words, and then handed the bamboo slip to Sun Shao: "Go back to A Xun, and then come back. I have something to tell you."

"Oh." Sun Shao got up, went downstairs, and handed over the bamboo slip to Zhou Xun, who was waiting. Zhou Xun took a look and blurted out praise: "Good calligraphy, aunt has made a lot of efforts recently. This book is getting older and older." He didn't think about Sun Shao in front of him at all, because Sun Shao's calligraphy was as rough and unsightly, which was far from what he saw now.

Sun Shao did not defend. He patted Zhou Xun on the shoulder with some bad intentions: "Brother, do you want to say that my mother is old?"

As soon as Zhou Xun heard this, his handsome face suddenly turned red. He shook his head repeatedly with some embarrassment: "The eldest brother misunderstood, the eldest brother misunderstood."

"Hey hey hey..." Sun Shao touched his chin and laughed. Zhou Xun's heart was cold, and the blue veins on his forehead jumped. In the past, when Sun Shao smiled like this in front of him, he usually wanted to take revenge on him, and Sun Shao's way to retaliate against him was usually to pull him to compete with martial arts. To be honest, although Zhou Xun has both literature and martial arts, and his martial arts skills are not bad, he still has to fight with Sun Shao alone. That's not to blame him. The so-called martial arts of the children of their families are not the same as the so-called martial arts of the Sun family. Although the martial arts they say includes personal martial arts, they refer more to the art of war. In terms of the art of war, he can say that Sun Shao is ashamed, but in terms of personal martial arts, Sun Shao can also He beat him so much that his nose was blue and his eyes were swollen, so he usually did not fight alone with Sun Shao like his second brother Zhou Yin, so as not to make a fool of himself. As soon as I saw Sun Shao like this today, I didn't have much to think about it. I arched my hand and turned to say goodbye.

Sun Shao followed him and said, "Brother, slow down and I'll see you off for my brother."

Zhou Xun didn't dare to ask him to send him. While shouting "Brother stay", he accelerated his pace. In a blink of an eye, he ran away. There was no way for the children of the family to be gentle and modest.

Qiao Yue watched Zhou Xun run away upstairs and couldn't help laughing. Although the bridge heard the two people below talking, it could not see the situation. Seeing that Qiao Yue smiled so happily, Sun Shao must have the upper hand and couldn't help laughing slightly. Sun Shao and Zhou Xun have always been depressed. It is not common for Zhou Xun to run away like today. As Sun Shao's personal maid, Qiao Yue, who was regarded as a little sister by Sun Shao, would be angry every time she saw Sun Shao eating. Today, when she saw Sun Shao gain power, she was naturally a little happy and lost her temper.

"It's not silent. Let's see what you look like." Qiao Ying shouted unhappily. Hearing this, Qiao Yue spit out her tongue, stood aside carefully, and secretly glanced at the bridge. Seeing that the bridge was lifeless, she was relieved.

With a few "thumps", Sun Shao went upstairs again and sat in front of the bridge with a smile. The bridge waved his hand to Qiao Ying, and then said to Sun Shao, "This time I went to your aunt's house. In the banquet, singing and dancing are indispensable. You have never liked these. If A Xun and others have something to say, you don't have to worry about it."

Sun Shao nodded: "I wrote it down." Although he pretends to have studied music, he has never seen the music of the Han Dynasty. Who knows if it can be used. After searching all the memories of the original violent baby, it seems that there is really no music cells except for a few out of tune.

"However, if you become an official in the future..." The bridge paused here and immediately regretted that he had made a mistake. Sun Shao's special identity determines that he has no opportunity to become an official at all, and Sun Shao is most annoyed by this matter. Since last year, he has written to his uncle Sun Quan many times to ask him to lead the army to fight, but every time he was rejected by Sun Quan. Last time, he was so angry that he fainted. These days, he finally recovered and he proposed to be an official again. It's really inappropriate. She looked at Sun Shao worriedly and saw that he had no reaction, so she continued: "It's always good to communicate with people and learn a little rhythm. Although I don't know much, I can still do it by teaching you a little common sense. Are you... willing to learn?"

Sun Shao was in his arms: "Of course I will."

The bridge breathed a sigh of relief.

When the two were talking, Qiao Ying and Qiao Yue's mother and daughter had already brought several musical instruments. There were flutes, rustle and flutes. However, except for the piano that had just been stroked by the bridge, these instruments were all gray. Obviously, they had not been useful for a long time. Sun Shao glanced back and forth several times before he felt a little ashamed. Although he claimed to be an elegant man and knew a little about national musical instruments, he knew nothing about these instruments in front of him. He had never seen Se and Fu at all. Although there were also later generations such as Xiao and Qin, they were completely different from what he saw in front of him. Even if he wants to learn, he can't learn it for a while.

Looking at Sun Shao, who was stunned, the bridge was also a little helpless. In the past, when he taught him the rhythm, he shook his head faster than anyone else. Now he wants to learn and sell it now, which is indeed a little difficult for him. However, when he went to the banquet in Zhou's house, it was inevitable that the guests would sing and dance. The three children of my sister were quite fluent. If Sun Shao was squeezed by them, it was hard to guarantee that he would not be ashamed and angry.

"Aman, or you will learn a song." The bridge asked softly.

Sun Shao shook his head: "Mother, even if my mother teaches carefully, I study hard, I'm afraid I won't learn anything for a while."

The bridge is speechless. Sun Shao is telling the truth. He will go to the banquet tomorrow. It's really late to learn now.

Sun Shao saw that the bridge looked helpless and a little embarrassed. He thought for a moment and suddenly his heart moved: "Mom, don't worry, I have my own way."

The bridge looked at Sun Shao puzzled: "Do you have a way?"

"Hmm." Sun Shao stood up with a smile, "You take a break first, and I'm going to make some preparations." After saying that, before the bridge could speak, he turned around and went out. The bridge and the bridge looked at each other. They didn't know what Sun Shao was playing with. They could only signal Qiaoyue to go out and have a look. Qiao Yue was also confused and quickly followed. When she went downstairs, she saw Sun Shao wandering around a pile of bamboo poles piled up in the corner of the backyard.

"Young master, what can you do?" Qiao Yue caught up and asked.

"Xiao Yueer, go and get my knife." Sun Shao didn't look back and waved his hand.

"Young master, what do you want a knife for? If you can't learn the rhythm, you don't have to..."

"What are you talking about?" Sun Shao turned his head and looked at Qiao Yue with a nervous face angrily and funny. "I want to cut a bamboo. What do you think I'm going to do? Suicide?"

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