Chapter 972

Although Elder Yu was somewhat regretful that Su Xinghui refused to join the army, he still nodded, "Fine, if you don't want to join the army, then don't. You can also make contributions to the country as a town mayor now."

The two practiced for about an hour, and Elder Yu basically mastered the movements. He was also a bit tired. Su Xinghui said, "Elder Yu, then let's rest today. I will come to consolidate it for you tomorrow. I also drew action decomposition diagrams last night. After I leave, you can also practice by yourself according to this action diagram. After practicing for a few days, you will be familiar with it."

Elder Yu said, "Don't keep calling me Elder Yu. It sounds awkward. You should also call me grandfather like Little Zhi."

Elder Yu's words made Su Xinghui's eyes somewhat moist. Su Wenjun lost his father when he was young, and Su Xinghui had never seen his grandfather. He secretly wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes and respectfully called out, "Grandfather!"

Elder Yu nodded with gratification, "Then shall we discuss calligraphy and painting?"

Su Xinghui nodded, "Fine."

Yu Ruizhi, Yu Ruoqiu, and Lu Xiaoya were all very happy to see Elder Yu and Su Xinghui talking happily. They also followed them into the study when they saw Su Xinghui following Elder Yu into the study.

After Elder Yu entered the study, he picked up a few of his own calligraphy and paintings and asked Su Xinghui to comment on them.

Su Xinghui looked at those calligraphy and paintings, and sure enough, as he expected, these calligraphy and paintings were at most at the level of amateur enthusiasts. The brushwork was clumsy, and the layout was also very immature. However, there was one advantage, which was that Elder Yu's brush strength was vigorous and penetrated the back of the paper. The brush tip carried the heroic spirit of fighting on the battlefield for many years. One look and one knew that the writer was a great general who had experienced many battles.

Elder Yu looked at Su Xinghui carefully. He wanted to listen to Su Xinghui's evaluation.

After a long time, Su Xinghui said, "Grandfather Yu, forgive me for being blunt, your calligraphy and painting are indeed still at the beginner level. However, your calligraphy and painting are different from those beginners. The brush strength is very remarkable, and it has the heroic spirit of the battlefield of many years of military career. One look and one knows it is a masterpiece of a great general!"

Elder Yu laughed, "Fine, you are much more honest than many high-level cadres. You dare to tell the truth. Many high-level cadres praised my calligraphy and painting endlessly when they saw them, saying my calligraphy surpassed Wang Xizhi and my painting surpassed Wu Daozi. They wanted to ask me for calligraphy and painting and also wanted to send me some remuneration. Only you dare to say my calligraphy and painting are at the level of a beginner."

Su Xinghui was somewhat embarrassed. Actually, he also wanted to say something nice, but his face was not thick enough to that extent, so he still told some truth.

Elder Yu said, "How could I not know my own level? Let alone surpassing Wang Xizhi and Wu Daozi, it would be good if my level could reach one ten-thousandth of theirs. So, for those who ask for calligraphy and painting, I not only don't write for them, but I also severely criticize them."

Elder Yu's words immediately made Su Xinghui respect him. He is indeed worthy of being an old-generation proletarian revolutionary, with high virtue and great prestige. Although he is over eighty years old, his thinking is still so clear, and his mind is still so sober. He will not be confused by a few compliments. He is truly respectable and admirable!