Chapter 2043: Prince Lu Family Comes on 2

Meng Songbai was ashamed.
"Yes, in country R, ​​calligraphy is a compulsory course in elementary school, and they have various large and small calligraphy competitions every year, and the emphasis is very high.
From this point of view, China Huaxia is really incomparable. "
In Huaxia, let alone elementary school students, even those adults who know how to calligraphy are few, and there are only a handful of people who really like them.
In fact, sometimes they have to admit that the decline of traditional culture was made by themselves.
If my country doesn't take it seriously, it's no wonder that others will come to grab it.
Xia Weibao nodded, agreeing with Meng Songbai's views.
When she first crossed over, she felt that the younger generation of China had too little understanding of traditional culture. Later, as a cultural communication ambassador, she felt even more profound.
The big trend is so chilling.
There were more and more people. Lu Hualiang looked down at his lonely son. He seemed to be squeezed away at any time. He frowned.
In the end, he let go of Xia Weibao's hand, and took Lu Qixiu's hand instead, "Follow closely."
Lu Qixiu is flattered, dad has been transferred?
After a few people wandered for a while, Xia Weibao watched a few R country children write calligraphy, nodded and expressed compliment.
At this age, being able to write at this level is already quite impressive.
As she watched, she discussed with Meng Songbai in a low voice, discussing the cultural differences between the two countries, and the degree of emphasis, to see if there is any way to improve the domestic situation.
While talking, I saw a pair of shoes in front of me.
Xia Weibao looked up and looked at the old man in front of him blankly.
His hair was gray and his face was covered with wrinkles. Although he was smiling, he was uncomfortable.
"Old man Meng, I didn't expect to see you here today. It has been a long time since I heard that there was a car accident on the road this morning. Fortunately, you are fine."
Meng Songbai replied with the same smile, "Is it? Maybe I was lucky. I didn't see the car accident, but you, Qi, your legs seem to be sharper than before. Just seeing you walk without any major problems, I'm relieved. But things like leg problems must be carefully maintained, especially when going up and down stairs."
"Haha, don't worry, old man Meng, my legs are the same as before. Now they are very healthy. But you must be careful when you go out. Let the driver drive slowly when you go back. It's really messy outside recently."
"That’s not the case. Don’t worry, I’ll take the time to check your leg injury. I heard that people who have broken their leg once can easily break it a second time. By the way, you seem to be going on stage to give a speech, right? , The stairs are a bit high, are you really okay."
The two of you come and go, every word you say to me, are concerned about each other's situation.
It looks like a friend meeting for many years, and it is extremely enthusiastic.
But this kind of mutual care makes people very uncomfortable.
Xia Weibao was a little confused.
These two people always feel weird.
The way of speaking is so weird.
The two exchanged greetings for a long time, and the exchange meeting was about to begin, and Mr. Qi reluctantly left.
As soon as he left, Meng Songbai's face was immediately pulled down.
Xia Weibao didn't quite understand it until now. The two of them have been talking to me for nearly an hour. They are all concerned about the recent traffic situation and the other party's old leg problems. What is the core content.
I couldn't help asking, "Minister Meng, are you old friends with the old Mr. Qi just now?"
"Forget it, he is the Minister of National Calligraphy of Country R."