"What do you mean, young man?"

The old man, who was driving people, was stunned for a moment, and his face became very ugly.

The one who rushed Fang Han was none other than Miao Zhongchen, the boss of this Yupinxuan.

This is also because Fang Han doesn't like antiques very much, he usually doesn't come to Shufang Street much, and most people who often come to Shufang Street know that this Yupinxuan is a time-honored brand in Shufang Street, and the Miao boss of Yupinxuan is also a celebrity in Shufang Street.

Not only in Shufang Street, this Miao Boss is also quite famous in the antique industry in Jiangzhong City.

There are not many other things in Yupinxuan, a calligraphy and painting, a jade, they are all famous, and this Boss Miao's eyesight is quite good.

In addition, this Miao boss is also good to make friends, this Yupinxuan from time to time will have some like-minded friends to chat and exchange, every time these friends will bring some of their own proud works, on the one hand to chat and exchange, on the other hand, appreciate each other, said to be an exchange meeting, in fact, it is also a small range of treasure appreciation meeting.

This afternoon, Yupinxuan was actually closed for a long time, and there was actually a sign at the door of Yupinxuan that said it would be closed, but Fang Han didn't pay much attention when he entered the door.

Today, there are a lot of people in Yupinxuan, this time everyone came without bringing anything good, but brought a big take, this big man is no one else, it is the famous calligrapher Li Qingqun Li Lao in Jiangzhou Province.

Li Qingqun is over 70 years old this year, in the early years he was the vice president of the National Calligraphers Association, the president of the Jiangzhou Provincial Calligraphers Association, and his fame was quite large.

Originally, Li Qingqun didn't have the meaning of writing today, but a group of like-minded friends chatted and chatted about Li Qingqun and came to the interest, and everyone heard that Li Lao planned to write on the spot, and they all applauded.

Fortunately, Yupinxuan has everything, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are all of the highest quality, Li Qingqun was even more excited when he saw it, and his interest rose a lot.

Writing needs inspiration, and calligraphy is actually the same, mood. Status, mood, everything affects the quality of the work.

Today, Li Qingqun is in a good mood, and the words he writes are really amazing, and the three words of river, river, and lake that have been written now alone have surpassed all of Li Qingqun's previous works, and if the word "sea" is written, it can have the artistic conception of the first three words, and this character is definitely the pinnacle of Li Qingqun's work.

But at this time, Fang Han interrupted Li Qingqun's state with a loud voice, how could this make everyone not annoyed.

Originally, a group of people were a little indignant, but Fang Han's sentence made everyone stunned, what does it mean to change a life for a word?

"I think this old Mr. Li who writes should know what I mean. Fang Han said.

Li Qingqun's eyes were scorching, and he looked at Fang Han directly, and Fang Han looked at Li Qingqun very calmly.

After a long while, Li Qingqun said dejectedly: "It's not impossible to change a life for a word." ”

"Old Li, ...... you" The face of an old man on the side changed, what does Li Qingqun mean by this?

Li Qingqun slowly put down the brush in his hand and looked at Fang Han again: "Young man, since you can see the way out, and you are also an expert in it, don't you know that some things are actually more important than life?"

"Old Li?" someone on the side spoke again.

At this time, someone had already vaguely guessed something, and eighty percent of Li Qingqun's body was ill and was seen by this young man.

Li Qingqun waved his hand and continued to look at Fang Han.

Fang Han was a little speechless, did he save people by himself?

Miao Zhongchen was standing next to Fang Han, his face had been ugly just now, but his face was still not very good at this time, and he said in a deep voice: "Young man, say whatever you see, if you say it is wrong, don't blame my old man for being polite." ”

Fang Han looked at Li Qingqun, Li Qingqun sighed and said, "Xiaoyou can say whatever he sees, anyway, I can't write this last word at this time." ”

After Fang Han's interruption, Li Qingqun had already lost his spirit, and he didn't have the state just now, even if he picked up the pen again, he couldn't write a level similar to the previous three words, rather than not being able to write, it was better to be like this.

Since Li Qingqun didn't mind, Fang Han also had something to say: "The wonderful way of the book, the spirit is the first, the form and quality are secondary, and the one who has both can be said to be the ancients, the three words in front of this Mr. Li can be said to have both form and spirit, and the artistic conception jumps on the paper, but if you look closely, you can find that the spirit and spirit on these three words are constantly declining......

As he spoke, Fang Han walked to the edge of the desk, stretched out his hand and pointed to the first word "Jiang" and said: "The word 'Jiang' is magnificent, and there is a kind of gushing meaning, but when it comes to this word 'river', it has turned into a silent rain, and the momentum has begun to exhaust, and when it comes to the word 'lake', it gives people a sense of tranquility and elegance......"

Fang Han said as his fingers moved downward, from the word "river" to the word "river".

"Isn't that right?"

The old man who commented before said: "The river should naturally be surging and flowing endlessly, the river should naturally be silent with rain, shouldn't the lake be quiet and elegant?"

"At first glance it does. Fang Han nodded and said, "But if you look closely, it's not necessarily true. ”

"Please also ask Xiaoyou to give me some advice. "The old man who reviewed the attitude was very polite.

Although Fang Han hadn't said anything yet, none of the old people present at this moment dared to underestimate Fang Han.

Not to mention anything else, just saying that Fang Han can say the sentence "The wonderful way of the book, the spirit is the first, the form and quality are secondary, and the one who is both can be said to be the ancients", they knew that Fang Han was definitely not a layman.

This sentence is not created by Fang Han himself, but has a source, and it is a sentence that Wang Shengqian, a master of calligraphy in the Southern Dynasty, said in "Praise of Brushwork".

Fang Han's finger pointed to the first word "Jiang" again: "The word 'Jiang' is not very obvious, but when it comes to this word 'River', it is a little less angry, it is right that the river moistens things, but there is not a single fish in the river, is it normal?"

The old man on the side looked carefully, and sure enough, when it came to the second word "river", it was indeed a little less smart, the artistic conception was still there, and the agility was lacking.

Fang Han was pointing to the third word "lake": "Look at this word again, there is tranquility and elegance, but it is inevitable that it is a little too quiet, and if it is too quiet, it will be lifeless." ”

The old man who commented before was a master, Fang Han said, he also looked at it, sometimes he didn't see it not because the level was not enough, but because the angle of looking was different, at this time, Fang Han was a little bit, and when he looked at it again, he saw a little strange.

Fang Han continued: "Words are like people, people are like words, words are still like this, how can people be intact?"

Everyone was shocked.

There are no mediocre talents present, the real good words are condensed with spirit, the real everyone can not only see the shape of the word, but also through the words to see the state of mind of the person who wrote at that time, is it happy or depressed, is it peaceful or crazy?

Fang Han said again: "River, river, lake, sea, the Yangtze River is galloping, surging, the big river moisturizes, the drizzle is silent, the lake is calm, indifferent and elegant, the momentum of these three words is decreasing all the way, but the sea is inclusive of all things, the waves are rolling up the clouds, and the momentum is instantly raised......"

While saying Fang Han, he drew a V with his finger.

"When Mr. Li wrote the word 'lake', he was already overwhelmed and not angry, if he wrote the word 'sea' again, wouldn't he be exhausted, where could he still have his life?"

Hearing Fang Han say this, everyone present was shocked, and looked at Li Qingqun in unison, if it was really as Fang Han said, then ...... The consequences were unimaginable.

"Elder Li?" someone on the side spoke slowly.

Li Qingqun waved his hand slightly, and said softly: "Actually, I always have a sense of foreboding for a while, as if I feel that the limit is coming, but I don't care...... Hey......"

Sometimes people's sixth sense is very strong, Li Qingqun was not uncomfortable before, and his body has always been good, but recently he felt irritable from time to time, feeling as if he was about to die.

This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, indescribable, and unclear.

This feeling cannot be said to be shared by everyone, but Li Qingqun is not the only one who has experienced it.

Li Qingqun really didn't care much about it before, he was already in his seventies, and he was considered to be a long life, and he had already seen through life and death, so Li Qingqun always liked to find some friends to discuss calligraphy.

Due to the interest just now, Li Qingqun picked up the pen and wrote, and his condition was unprecedentedly good, if it wasn't for Fang Han's sudden interruption, Li Qingqun might have been able to write the pinnacle work of his life.

The first thing Fang Han said was: "Why should the old gentleman be persistent, these three words are already very remarkable, why do you have to be perfect and make this character a masterpiece?"

Others may not have paid much attention, but Li Qingqun heard it clearly.

"Bang!"

These two words made Li Qingqun's heart move, he still didn't want to give up at that time, but he was finally interrupted by Fang Han.

A group of people all looked at Li Qingqun with complicated eyes, and then looked at Fang Han again.

Or the old man who commented before spoke again: "The little brother should not only know calligraphy, but also be a doctor, right?"

Fang Han nodded: "I am a doctor in the emergency department of Jiangzhong Hospital. ”

"Sure enough. The old man who commented nodded slightly, and asked tentatively: "I don't know who Xiaoyou's teacher is?"

"Oh, my teacher is Guo Wenyuan Guo Lao, tomorrow the teacher will have a birthday, I actually came out today to find a gift for the teacher. Fang Han said.

"It turned out to be a disciple of Guo Lao, no wonder he had such attainments at a young age. The old man who commented was slightly surprised, and then felt that it was right, and sighed: "I have long heard that some famous doctors can judge life and death, and when I see it today, I know that their words are true." ”

The old gentleman praised it falsely. Fang Han hurriedly waved his hand, a little modest.

It is really not a boast in traditional Chinese medicine, but there are very few people who have this ability, and coincidentally, Fang Han, who has grandmaster-level diagnosis skills, is one of them.