Entertaining Children

Does Xiao Chengru really not want Xiao Yao to learn boxing from that old Liu Tou? of course not.

The old Liu head is named Liu Zhongwen, and he came from a family of martial arts. It belongs to the direct lineage of Liu Yunqiao, a disciple of Li Shuwen, the master of martial arts, and the authentic inheritance of Bajiquan. And he himself retired from the position of coach of the national martial arts team. Although with the development of hot weapons, the glory of martial arts has long since disappeared, and it has even gradually become a performance event, but Liu Zhongwen is undoubtedly very predictable. Xiao Chengru is very happy to let his grandson learn some skills from him.

But it's not so easy for this old man to teach him some real skills. A few years ago, an internationally renowned director who was born in Xiangjiang wanted to make a movie about martial arts, so he asked Liu Zhongwen to collect information. Liu Zhongwen and the great director had a very speculative chat, but when the great director recommended a popular new-generation male actor from Baodao who will play the main role in the film to learn Bajiquan from Liu Zhongwen for a period of time Time. However, Liu Zhongwen didn't give the great director any face, and refused to agree to teach casually. Not to mention the one-month inspection of the man, the actor had to kowtow to worship his teacher according to the traditional ceremony, and he was willing to teach him after accepting him as an apprentice. Xiao Chengru, who is in the entertainment industry and is also Liu Zhongwen's old buddy, knows this matter well.

As the saying goes, people are old and ghosts are old. Xiao Chengru specially wanted to teach Xiao Yao Tai Chi in front of the old guys. In addition to showing off his grandson's cleverness, he also wanted Liu Zhongwen to see if his grandson had the talent to learn martial arts. And then the performance of deliberately finding fault and seemingly preventing it is also a kind of aggressive method aimed at Liu Zhongwen's character. And the effect seems to be good. Although Liu Zhongwen did not accept Xiao Yao as a disciple on the spot, nor did he use his most powerful Bajiquan, but his set of Shaolin Changquan is not something that he would teach others casually, and the child is still young, so he can't wait for him. The longer the child grows up, the longer Liu Zhongwen has been in contact with him, it is not impossible to go further.

Shaolin Changquan has many more moves and movements than Taijiquan. Regardless of past life or present life, Tai Chi is too popular. Although Xiao Yao has never learned Taijiquan before, but for several famous moves such as "cloud hand", "grab the bird's tail", "closed like closed", "stepping up, blocking and hammering", Xiao Yao I've seen it many times on TV or in real life. Xiao Yao's current memory is indeed much stronger than that of ordinary adults, but after all, he has not yet reached the point of photographic memory, so it is impossible to memorize all the moves of Shaolin Changquan at once. However, Xiao Yao's performance was already excellent in Liu Zhongwen's opinion, and he was not in a hurry to ask Xiao Yao to memorize all the moves in one go. Seeing that it was not too early, I made an appointment with the grandparents of the Xiao family to come here every morning to teach Xiao Yao boxing, and Liu Zhongwen went home happily.

Xiao Chengru and Xiao Yao's grandfather and grandson went home for lunch. After a short rest, Xiao Yao entangled Xiao Chengru again.

"Grandpa, didn't you promise to teach me calligraphy? Are you free this afternoon? How about we start now." Xiao Yao pulled Xiao Chengru and said.

"Yo, you still remember." Xiao Chengru said with a chuckle, "I thought you had old Liutou teach you kung fu, so you forgot about my grandfather."

"Why does this sound like jealousy?" Xiao Yao rolled his eyes in his heart, "Could it be that good actors retain more innocence in their hearts? No wonder the media would call him childish when they commented on Dad. It seems It was also influenced by this grandfather."

"How can it be?" Shaking off the goose bumps in his heart, Xiao Yao coquettishly pulled Xiao Chengru's sleeve and shook it from side to side: "You are my grandfather, how can I forget you. Just teach me."

Xiao Yao has thought about the present and the future. Being reborn into such a family, it seemed that he was extremely lucky in reincarnating this skill. Both grandpa and father were accomplished in their respective industries. At Xiao Chengru's age,

In terms of qualifications and professional skills, they still have a certain amount of weight in the entertainment industry. As a singer, Xiao Siqi has done a very good job as a producer even though his album sales have been declining. Although Chen Zilin passed away, her shares in the model agency are still there. So economically, although this family is not rich, it can be said to be quite rich. In other respects, the family seemed to face no difficulties or crises. So for the reborn Xiao Yao, it seems that he only needs to enjoy life well. And the essence of enjoying life seems to be just one word: play! But the question is, what can a three-year-old body with a thirty-year-old soul do? Lie down on the ground and play mud with children of the same age? Thoughts can't stand it. And those adult things, the current body does not allow it.

Since I can't play now, I can only have fun when I grow up. In order to be able to play better when the body grows up, it seems that there is only one thing left to do now. That is: learn! Certainly not academically. Thirty-year-old thinking, Xiao Yao (Li Hao), who graduated from a famous university in his previous life, basically didn't need to learn the cultural knowledge taught by the school at least before going to university. At this moment, ten years of time have been vacated. Naturally, Xiao Yao couldn't spend these times in vain. Xiao Yao decided to use his childhood and youth to fully discover and develop his hobbies. In his previous life, Li Hao, who was a hard-working student, didn't have any specialties and talents that could be shown. Xiao Yao in this life naturally has to make up for this regret. That's why Xiao Yao was so excited when he met Liu Zhongwen, who taught boxing. How could he miss his grandfather, who has profound skills in calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting? Of course, there is also his father Xiao Siqi's musical skills, Xiao Yao will not let it go, but he has to wait for his injury to heal first. These are the three things that Xiao Yao plans to learn at present, but he is not limited to these three things. If he encounters something interesting in the future, he will try it.

For ordinary children, this may feel extremely hard, but for a thirty-year-old soul, this is the only way he can think of to solve the boring and empty time in the next ten years. What's more, Xiao Yao now finds that his memory is far superior to that of ordinary people, and it seems that he will not work as hard as he originally imagined.

"Okay, okay, teach, teach." Seeing that his grandson was acting coquettish and cute, Xiao Chengru stopped teasing him, and dragged him to his study in the east wing.

Pushing away the study room in the east chamber, Xiao Yao only felt a bookish air blowing towards his face. Except for the wall next to the door with windows, calligraphy or ink paintings with scrolls are hung on two of the other three walls. On the remaining side, there is a blog shelf and a bookshelf against the wall. The bookshelves are full of books, and except for a pile of pots and jars that Xiao Yao can't tell whether they are old or not, the remaining grids on the Bogu shelf are full sets of thread-bound books bound in ancient methods. There is a dark red mahogany desk with all the four treasures of the study on it, and behind the desk is a dark red mahogany grand master's chair of the same color. On the east wall, there are two mahogany official hat chairs with a small mahogany square table sandwiched between them. On the table is a purple clay tea set.

Taking his grandson into the study, Xiao Chengru said to Xiao Yao: "Bayi, I don't know how many Chinese characters your mother taught you to write your own name, Xiao Bayi, but you are so young. The number of Chinese characters you know is also limited, so grandpa can't teach you calligraphy from the beginning. Calligraphy is also writing, but you have to know it first before you can write. You have to follow grandpa to learn to read first, and then learn to write."

"Okay!" Xiao Yao nodded, feeling a little helpless in his heart. Although he was at the level of undergraduate education, it was a pity that his body was only over three years old.

Xiao Chengru asked Xiao Yao to sit down on the chair, turned around and took out a "Three Character Classic" from the bookshelf, opened the first page and handed it to Xiao Yao's hand, saying: "Come on, follow me to read: Human nature is inherently good, Sex is similar, learning is far..."

Looking at the "Three Character Classic" in his hand, Xiao Yao felt in a daze that he seemed to have traveled to an ancient private school lecture hall. I had no choice but to smile wryly in my heart, and read along while shaking my head.

After reading the first eight sentences, Xiao Chengru stopped and asked Xiao Yao to read those eight sentences by himself. Xiao Yao naturally read the twenty-four characters verbatim. With the background of Tai Chi in the morning, Xiao Chengru was not surprised by Xiao Yao's good memory. He took two brushes, one thick and one thin, from the pen holder, spread out two sheets of white paper, and said while pouring water and ink, "Grandpa will teach you to write these eight sentences first, and you will follow after I write one stroke."

Xiao Yao nodded, picked up the thinner writing brush, pinched it according to the brush holding posture in memory, and hung his wrist to wait.

"Hey, it seems that you still know how to hold a brush." ​​Xiao Chengru, who has studied ink well, wanted to teach Xiao Yao how to hold a brush first, but saw that Xiao Yao's brush holding posture was quite standard, and said with a smile.

The grandfather and grandson then began to write stroke by stroke on the white paper. Xiao Yao had never touched a brush in his previous life, and the only thing he could write was horizontal and vertical. Although it is very rare for a child over three years old to be able to write horizontally and vertically, Xiao Chengru, who is quite accomplished in calligraphy and has seen Xiao Yao's performance far surpassing that of children of the same age, will definitely not think that this is all right. How to be horizontal, how to be vertical, the starting point, the trend, the ending, a little bit of detailed explanation and demonstration, meticulous.

Fortunately, Xiao Yao's learning ability is not bad. After writing it a dozen times, he has written the twenty-four characters in a certain way. I just thought that if he practiced calligraphy like this in the future, a copy of the "San Zi Jing" seemed to be enough for him to write for many days.

It took about two hours for Xiao Yao to write this word. Seeing that after writing, Xiao Yao began to unconsciously rub his right wrist with his left hand, and Xiao Chengru also secretly blamed himself for being careless. After two hours of writing, I still have to be exhausted. Quickly asked Xiao Yao to stop and rest, and relax his wrist.

Xiao Yao stopped writing obediently and moved his right wrist. However, Xiao Yao was restless, holding his right wrist while moving towards Xiao Chengru's big bookshelf. I glanced at the collection of books on the bookshelf, thinking that I am still a child over three years old, and I should not be able to recognize all the characters, so I resisted the urge to take out a book from the top to read, and turned to Xiao Chengru: "Grandpa, Tell me a story."

Xiao Chengru, who was also resting, was sitting at the small square table making tea at this time. Hearing Xiao Yao's request, he was slightly taken aback, then turned his head and waved to Xiao Yao, beckoning him to come over and drink tea.

When Xiao Yao sat on the official hat chair on the other side of the small square table, Xiao Chengru handed Xiao Yao a cup of warm tea, and said with a smile, "Storytelling? The kind of fairy tale your parents told you before you went to bed? I can't do this grandpa."

"Who wants to listen to fairy tales?" Xiao Yao curled his lips in disdain, took a sip of warm tea, and said, "I want to listen to historical stories, the kind my parents don't know."

"Historical stories, this grandpa knows a lot, and I can tell you. But there are too many historical stories, and grandpa doesn't know where to start. Tell me what kind of historical stories you want to hear." Xiao Chengru's interest also came, which is rare. Grandchildren will be interested in historical stories.

"Then let's start with our ancient Chinese dynasties." Xiao Yao tilted his head and thought for a while, then decided, "Why don't you tell me a history story instead of telling me a history lesson."

"Okay." Xiao Chengru smiled and said, "If you want to talk about the history of our China, you have to start with the Three Emperors and Five Emperors..."

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