Mo Qiang wants to grab Xiao Yao''s neck, then press his head on the white paper and ask him which of these ten words is ugly.


    Which one is not you long ruofeng, quite verve?


    Didn''t he know his nickname was Wang Xizhi?


    Mo qiangqiu was trembling with anger.


    "You fart! Do you know calligraphy? Do you know what a really good word is? You don''t know anything. Why do you make a random evaluation? " Mo qiangqiu is really angry.


    Xiao Yao can beat his two grandchildren, not give him face, or even hold a gun to his head.


    But never say his words are ugly!


    That''s to kill him!


    "I really don''t know much about calligraphy, but I also know what kind of words look good and what kind of words don''t look good. I will evaluate what kind of girls are beautiful and what kind of girls are not, but you can''t make me a beauty, can you Xiao Yao felt his chin and said.


    Mo Chengfei takes a deep breath. Before that, he asked Xiao Yao to be tough with his grandfather. So now Xiao Yao says this, he can''t help it. He just feels that his 10 million is a bit of a loss. Even if he doesn''t give that 10 million, Xiao Yao can still be respectful to his grandfather? Anyway, kill Mo Chengfei, Mo Chengfei will not believe Xiao Yao can do such a thing.


    He''s not a kind person, OK?


    This 10 million, also be regarded as a waste, but this also can''t blame others, can only say, is oneself too silly too simple.


    Well, I have to take the initiative to tell Xiao Yao what to do with it. Isn''t it that I have to give money to each other?


    Mo qiangqiu looked at Xiao Yao, took a deep breath, frowned and asked, "then tell me, how can I be ugly? You can judge whether someone looks good or not, just like a person with a crooked nose and squint eyes. Because he has a crooked nose and squint eyes, you can judge that he is ugly. What about my words? "


    Xiao Yao looked at the white paper full of writing brush words again, pondered for a moment, then opened his mouth and said, "if you have to ask me, where is this word ugly, then I can only say that there is something missing in this word."


    "What''s missing?" Obviously, Mo qiangqiu is curious. He looks at Xiao Yao, and his face is full of doubts. He wants to know the answer from Xiao Yao.


    "The edge, the charm." Xiao Yao said.


    "What do you say?" Listening to Xiao Yao, Mo qiangqiu became more curious.


    "The simplest point is that you don''t have your own edges." Xiao Yao turned to stare at Mo qiangqiu, with a sharp look in his eyes, despised him and said, "do you have your own ideas? What''s the way to judge whether you are good-looking or not? I can see that you have indeed written a lot of calligraphy. You are trying to imitate others. "


    "Isn''t it right to imitate others?" Mo Qiang asked Shen Sheng to say, "people write well, write seconds, highly praised, is it a mistake for me to imitate them?"


    "It wasn''t a mistake, but you wanted to imitate so much that you didn''t have your own idea. Other people''s calligraphy forms a kind of framework. No matter how you write, you can''t break through that framework. You can only give it a firm confinement, even if there is no window. Tell me, how can your handwriting look good? " Xiao Yao asked, "you want to imitate, but the imitation is not in place, and the result is very crooked, just like this Mo, the cursive head above has the flavor of Liu Gongquan, but his words, vigorous and powerful, the cursive head below, but the writing is soft and weak, just like the blood and flesh without bones, how can it be good-looking?"


    Mo qiangqiu listened more and more seriously. After Xiao Yao finished, he quickly asked, "what do you mean by losing your charm?"


    "You don''t imitate like that. You can only say that you don''t have your own edge." Xiao Yao said, "you don''t have your own charm because there is no thought in the word."


    Mo Chengfei couldn''t laugh or cry while listening to Xiao Yao. He thought Xiao Yao was really a big liar and said, "it''s just calligraphy, and there''s no life. How can he have thoughts?"


    "Shut up Without waiting for Xiao Yao to speak, Mo qiangqiu turned to his grandson and scolded him, "what do you know? Are you an expert? Are you an expert? If you don''t understand, just stand on the side and shut up


    Mo Chengfei hushed quickly, but he was very wronged, thinking about what he said wrong?


    Moreover, he is also very helpless, this is his own grandfather! He and Xiao Yao are enemies! To be exact, the whole Mo family is Xiao Yao''s enemy! How can they talk so much now? Don''t they think it''s very inappropriate?


    Although the heart is very depressed, but he did not dare to say a word, can only keep quiet.


    "Xiao Yao, go on and ignore him." Mo Qiang asked for his face back.


    Xiao Yao laughed, continued his previous words, and said, "who said the word has no thought? Words may not have thoughts, but when people have thoughts and the people who write have thoughts, the words they write are endowed with thoughts. In ancient times, there is a saying that people can be identified by words, which roughly means that a person''s conduct can be understood through a word. This may sound absurd, but it is true. If the pattern of one word is small, it proves that the writer is not in a high position and may be narrow-minded. "


    Xiao Yao coughs. Mo qiangqiu takes a glass of water and hands it to Xiao Yao. Xiao Yao was not polite. He took the cup and drank it. He put down the cup and continued: "through a person''s words, you can see the strong wind and waves inside, the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword. I don''t need to say much about the character of the writer." Mo qiangqiu nodded, frowned, looked at his previous words again, and finally showed a bitter smile. Then, he took up the white paper and tore it up“ Don''t worry about such words! " He said“ From your words, I can''t see anything. I can''t see what kind of person you are. You don''t even have a soul. That''s what I mean. There''s no verve. " Xiao Yao said. Mo Chengfei nodded heavily, then said with a smile: "listening to your words is better than reading for ten years."“ That''s not right. You still need to read more. Listen to them, ugly people need to read more. " Xiao Yao said. Mo asked: "is it really hard for this guy to say a nice word“ Xiao Yao, Keke, although what you said is very reasonable and helpful to me, it doesn''t improve the relationship between our Mo family and you. " Mo Qiang coughed and said. Mo Chengfei wiped the sweat on his forehead and let out a long breath. It seems that Mo qiangqiu has not been convinced by Xiao Yao. Xiao Yao said in a sneering tone, "I''m not going to make up with you this time." He really wants to tell Mo qiangqiu that in his heart, he doesn''t regard them as enemies at all. If Mo Chengfei doesn''t always try to find trouble for him, maybe he doesn''t care about the Mo family! Mo asked curiously, "what''s the purpose of your coming here today?"“ There''s no purpose. Your grandson said, "your asthma is getting worse and worse. I want to help you." Xiao Yao said simply“ "Oh?" Mo qiangqiu looks at Mo Chengfei and nods to him, which confirms what Xiao Yao says. With a cold face, he said in a cold voice, "I don''t need you to see a doctor for me. Besides, there are so many famous doctors in Haitian city. Why do I want to see you? Even if there is no way for doctors in Haitian city, can''t we find a doctor who can cure me in this vast China? "“ Grandfather, we used to even find the medicine spirit. The house he gave us is still a temporary cure, but not a permanent cure? " Mo Chengfei said with a bitter smile. Mo forced to say such a word, he was not surprised, this is what he expected before he came“ Then I don''t need him to cure me! " Mo qiangqiu turned away from Xiao Yao and Mo Chengfei. Mo Chengfei has no idea. He can only look at Xiao Yao with a look of help. Xiao Yao laughed and said, "well, then I''ll go."“ No Don''t ask for a wave“ Wait a minute Mo Chengfei was a little worried and said, "Mr. Xiao, if you don''t help my grandfather, you have to pay for it?"“ For what? It''s not that I can''t cure it, nor that I don''t want to treat it. It''s your grandfather who doesn''t treat me. It''s not my fault. Why should I return the consultation money to you? " Xiao Yao said. Mo Chengfei opened his mouth“ Forget it, Cheng Fei. What do you want for a small sum of money? Since people are reluctant to pay it back, we''ll be sending beggars. " Mo qiangqiu said“ Send beggars Xiao Yao laughed with admiration. "The Mo family is really a big family. It''s really strong. Anyway, if it''s me, I can''t give 200 million yuan to send a beggar."“ That''s... "Originally, Mo qiangqiu was still proud, and felt that he was sarcastic to Xiao Yao, but the more he heard, the more wrong he was. Finally, when he reacted, his expression was petrified. It took him a long time to react, and he looked like dementia." what did you say just now? How much is the consultation fee? "“ Not much, two hundred million, that is to say, the money to send a beggar. " Xiao Yao pretends to be relaxed. Mo qiangqiu suddenly turned his face and looked at Mo Chengfei, maybe because of excitement, his voice trembled: "what he said is true?"“ Grandfather, it''s true. " Mo Chengfei whispered“ You... You... "Mo Qiang begged to be soft and sat on the chair, gasping for breath. His face was also a little pale. He stretched out his hand, covered his chest and breathed the air. It seemed that it had become an extravagant hope“ Grandfather, grandfather Mo Chengfei suddenly worried, turned his face and looked at Xiao Yao, "brother Xiao, you have a look, my grandfather has asthma!" Xiao Yao smiles, walks up to him and looks at Mo Chengfei: "what are you worried about? If I''m here, your grandfather won''t die." After that, he reached out and held Mo qiangqiu''s wrist. Then he put another hand on Mo qiangqiu''s chest. Mo qiangqiu''s face improved“ Money matters, life matters, money matters? " Xiao Yao asked.