"You just keep peeling, pack your things, I'll send you home, it's not too early."
It's already seven o'clock in the afternoon.
Zhou Mengmeng's face was red, and there were spring waves in her big eyes.
Wu Liang didn't say a word, and picked up Zhou Mengmeng.
"Little brother, it won't be so fast, right?
Isn't there a plot?
Zhou Mengmeng said with a blushing face.
"The plot is hairy, go downstairs and send you home!"
Wu Liangzhen can't do anything about this abrasive goblin.
Zhou Mengmeng shook her head with some disappointment, "I didn't expect the little brother to be so affectionate, and people deliberately wore white silk today." ” "Bo Qing is a ghost, it's a little late today, I'll send you to your door later, if I meet your family, just say I'm your calligraphy teacher, understand?"
Wu Liang didn't want to cause a misunderstanding with the Zhou family, not because he was afraid of the other party, but because he didn't want to make it too troublesome to treat Zhou Mengmeng, this kind of disease was best not to be delayed by trivial matters.
Zhou Mengmeng shook her head a little angrily and said, "No!"
The little brother is puzzled!
” Wu Liang put Zhou Mengmeng in the car, and then drove all the way to Zhou's house.
When I arrived at Zhou Mengmeng's house, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.
In advance, Wu Liang had already asked Zhou Mengmeng to call his family, and said that the calligraphy cram school had added a class, so he would come back later.
When Wu Liang sent Zhou Mengmeng back, he saw a middle-aged man standing in front of the gate of the courtyard of the Zhou family's villa.
As soon as Zhou Mengmeng got out of the car, she trotted all the way through the district, and then got into the arms of the middle-aged man and shouted: "Dad, I'm back." ” Wu Liang got out of the car and said hello to the middle-aged man.
"Hello, I'm Zhou Mengmeng's calligraphy teacher."
The middle-aged man nodded and responded: "Hello, I am Zhou Mengmeng's father, by the way, you are very young, calligraphy teacher, is there such a young one?"
” Wu Liang responded with a calm smile: "Ability does not lie in age. ” "My cute calligraphy teacher, isn't it Zhao Zhengshu?"
Zhou Mengmeng's father was suspicious.
"There are many teachers in the calligraphy training class, Mr.
Zhao went to see off other classmates, and I mainly went home by the way, so I sent Zhou Mengmeng back."
Wu Liang kept his composure.
Wu Liang did this, not because of anything shady, but to avoid unnecessary trouble.
He has given Zhou Mengmeng five courses of injections, once a week, during which it cannot be interrupted, and today this time it helped Zhou Mengmeng stabilize his condition, if there is trouble to interrupt, the consequences will be very serious.
After all, his ancient method of acupuncture, other Chinese medicine in the world, is poorly understood.
Zhou Mengmeng's father loves his daughter very much, so he is more cautious and understandable.
"It seems that it is very profitable to be a calligraphy teacher now, and even Ferrari is open."
Zhou Mengmeng's father glanced at Wu Liang's red riotous supercar: "And it's a limited edition, not bad." ” "Calligraphy is my hobby, and I have other professions, and teaching students to write calligraphy is my joy in life."
Wu Liang smiled faintly: "Okay, Zhou Mengmeng's father, I'm going home, goodbye." ” Zhou Mengmeng's father suddenly invited: "Mengmeng's teacher, why don't you come in and sit down, by the way, I also want to know how Mengmeng's calligraphy is learned." ” Wu Liang was very speechless, Zhou Mengmeng's father was really suspicious.
I am a loser, and I lose tens of millions of dollars in minutes, how can I have so much time to play spy war games with you.
At this time, Zhou Mengmeng also said mischievously: "Yes, Mr.
Wu, you can come in and sit down." ” After speaking, Zhou Mengmeng also stuck out her tongue at Wu Liang.
Wu Liang's face was black.
This Zhou Mengmeng really makes him feel uneasy!
Wu Liang had no choice but to nod and agree, "Okay, since that's the case, then I'll be gracious." ” Zhou Mengmeng's father's face was a little serious, the reason why he invited Wu Liang to his house to sit was also to be able to try Wu Liang's depth more conveniently.
Wu Liang followed the footsteps of Zhou Mengmeng's father and walked into the courtyard of the Zhou family's villa.
As one of the five major families in Huadu, the Zhou family is bound to have incomparably strong financial resources.
The courtyard of this villa is luxurious and chic, magnificent, and at first glance it is a rich and noble home, which is about the same luxury as Wu Liang's residence.
Wu Liang has no feeling for the luxury of the villa, he is used to this kind of life, and naturally he will not feel how fresh and envious it is.
Zhou Mengmeng's father observed Wu Liang's eyes and found that Wu Liang's eyes were calm as usual, with no signs of fluttering or surprise, calm and calm.
Wu Liang was taken to Zhou Mengmeng's father's study, while Zhou Mengmeng sneaked into his room to change clothes.
The decoration in the study is antique, and the furniture is all red sandalwood, and there is a smell of books in the face.
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Although Wu Liang doesn't know whether Zhou Mengmeng's father is a vassal and elegant, but in general, the study design is quite chic and a bit interesting.
"Teacher Wu, please take a seat."
Subsequently, Zhou Mengmeng's father asked the aunt at home to make tea.
"How high is Mr.
Wu's calligraphy level?"
Zhou Mengmeng's father asked.
Still trying.
This question really stumped Wu Liang.
To be honest, Wu Liang really didn't know how many levels he could be called now, and he didn't know how high his calligraphy level could be.
"Calligraphy level?
I guess I'm the highest level.
Wu Liang said without exaggeration.
He is really not bragging, this is recognized by Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu, as well as many calligraphers.
However, when Zhou Mengmeng's father heard this, he instantly frowned.
The highest level?
The highest rank at a young age?
What an international joke!
"Teacher Wu, you're not kidding, is your calligraphy grade really the highest?"
Zhou Mengmeng's father confirmed.
"That's right."
Wu Liang responded lightly.
"How old are you now?"
Zhou Mengmeng's father asked.
Wu Liang thought about it, if he told the other party that he was only twenty-one years old, the other party would definitely not believe it.
So, he lied about his age, "I'm twenty-five years old. ” However, this still surprised and doubted Zhou Mengmeng's father.
"Twenty-five?
Is it so powerful?
At the age of twenty-five, the level of calligraphy has already reached the highest level?
” In this regard, Wu Liang was very helpless.
Lao Tzu deliberately lied about his age, adding four more years, you are still too young?
How old is Lao Tzu, can you care about it?
Do you want to check your account?
"What?
Is there a problem?
Wu Liang asked rhetorically.
"Haha, there's no problem, I want to ask Mr.
Wu, since your calligraphy level is the highest, how many levels are you?"
Zhou Mengmeng's father questioned.
He became more and more suspicious that Wu Liang didn't know calligraphy at all, and that saying that his daughter was a calligraphy teacher was just a cover.
"I'm a master."
Wu Liang blurted out.
Those calligraphers all shouted one by one Master Wu, and Wu Liang felt that his calligraphy should be able to be called a master.
At this time, Zhou Mengmeng's father frowned and said, "Mr.
Wu, your answer surprised me, calligraphy is divided into elementary, intermediate, and advanced.
Among them, the advanced level is divided into eight, nine, and ten levels, and the highest level is the tenth level, and I haven't heard of any master level. ” In fact, the levels that Zhou Mengmeng's father said are the levels of the calligraphy exam.
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And a level like Wu Liang, who has reached the realm of transformation, has long gone beyond the naïve realm of calligraphy exams.
Wu Liang said that he is a master, and he is a little modest!