It's nothing more than that he would be so out of shape, Su Shi's attainments in the fields of calligraphy and painting are of the top level, and many poems that have been handed down are still amazing even after hundreds of years.

However, compared with his talent, his experience in officialdom is embarrassing.

After being degraded several times, he even went to prison, and almost lost his head, but later escaped because of the national policy.

After the ups and downs, and then he was imprisoned, and the rest of his life has been depressed, and he has left behind 'ten years of life and death, without thinking, and unforgettable...... Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation'.

What a desolation.

With his ups and downs, many ink treasures have been destroyed, although there are many rubbings handed down, but only a few dozen.

And his handwritten surgery, in the whole world, is only fifty, and the museums in the land of China are even more scarce and pitiful.

Back then, there was a painting from Su Shi's "Gongfu Post", which was only nine words, but it was sold for a high price of 50 million.

It can be seen from this that Su Shi's reputation in the antique street is amazing.

In addition, he is recognized as a master of calligraphy, and Li Henian and Huang Pujun have been deeply engaged in this field for more than ten years, just like fans seeing idols, they can't hold back their emotions at all.

At this time, both of them danced excitedly, and because of their excessive excitement, their faces were red.

"Shut up!"

Zheng Shaoqiu glanced at the two of them lightly and reprimanded them coldly.

When the words fell, the two of them shuddered violently and closed their mouths tightly, looking like a student was being punished by the teacher, but the excitement in their eyes could not be concealed at all.

After they quieted down, Zheng Shaoqiu continued his previous actions.

He put the Tibetan scripture paper sent by the Huangpu Army on the table, and then compared it with the defects on it that his uncle pasted on, and reduced a small round hole.

Then, he took a small stainless steel bowl with sticky juice in it, and put it on the stove next to him, quietly waiting to be heated.

After the juice boiled, he put on his gloves and carefully picked them up and placed them on the table.

The cramped room was filled with a strange smell, not unpleasant, on the contrary, there was a sweet feeling, like the fragrance of acacia flowers.

Zheng Shaoqiu took a small plate from the cabinet next to him, poured the black powder into the bowl little by little, and then stirred it gently.

After a while, he glanced twice, and when he felt that it was almost there, he picked up a small brush.

Seeing the scene in front of them, Li Henian and Huangpu Jun both subconsciously held their breath.

They knew it was time for the main event.

Zheng Shaoqiu raised his wrist and was about to make a move, but he stopped, turned his head and glanced at the two of them coldly, and said unceremoniously: "Have you forgotten the rules?"

Li Henian and Huang Pujun subconsciously glanced at each other and laughed twice.

"Rules?

Zheng Shaoqiu knew that these two people were pretending to be confused, so he immediately said in a deep voice: "Throughout the ages, the restoration of calligraphy and painting is a secret that has not been passed on, you ...... Don't you think you're excessive?"

The expression on Li Henian's face stiffened suddenly when he heard this, and he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally sighed deeply.

Huang Pujun wrinkled his bitter melon look, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and then he said: "One look...... Let's just take a look, okay?"

"These are the essences left by the ancestors, wouldn't it be a pity if they were buried and there were no witnesses?"

Li Henian also subconsciously straightened up, and echoed: "Not bad, not bad......"

"Zheng Xiaoyou, aren't you still worried about the two of us?"

"We're definitely not going to talk nonsense outside......"

After a pause, he raised his hand and swore solemnly, "I swear!"

"If I leak anything to other people, I'll be hit by a car and killed when I go out!"

The Huangpu army on the side also nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "That's it, that's it!"

"We're all old, talking counts, one spit and one nail......"

"Look in the eyes, rot in the stomach, and never say it......"

Hearing this assurance, Zheng Shaoqiu did not reply, but lit a cigarette at the moment, put it in his mouth, and took a deep breath.

The white smoke slowly spat out in a straight line, his scrutinizing gaze sweeping across the faces of the two.

At this time, the atmosphere in the room was slightly suffocated, and Li Henian and Huangpu Jun were both a little hairy by him.

After smoking a cigarette, Zheng Shaoqiu lowered his eyes and snorted: "Let's believe you once." ”

After speaking, he directly picked up the small brush, carefully dipped it in the black viscous juice in the bowl, and then spread it evenly on the Tibetan scripture paper.

His movements are very slow, and his gaze is extremely focused.

The two old men subconsciously leaned over their heads, and without blinking their eyes, they stared at his movements.

After the whole piece of paper was glued together with the comfortable sticker, Zheng Shaoqiu shook his wrist lightly and suddenly sped up his movements.

A small brush dips over the black juice and then circles around the junction of the two.

Round and round, layer after layer......

His movements were getting faster and faster, faster and faster, and by the end, the two old men were already a little dizzy.

And the medicinal juice was also piled up like bricks, from a slight bulge to a higher and higher height, and finally it was about three or four millimeters higher than the paper.

Seeing this scene in front of them, Li Henian and Huang Pujun both had shocked expressions on their faces, and they didn't know what Zheng Shaoqiu was going to do at all.

Both of them have been immersed in antiques for many years, and they have seen many broken calligraphy and paintings, and they have also seen many superb handwriting by restoration masters.

But......

Like Zheng Shaoqiu, he is still only seen in his life.

As time passed slowly, the temperature in the room became higher and higher, Li Henian and Huangpu Jun were getting older, and they were gradually a little unbearable, a layer of fine beads of sweat had appeared on their foreheads, and their backs were also wet, and their clothes and bodies were stuck together, as if they had just been fished out of the water.

Zheng Shaoqiu's expression was as focused as ever, and his movements became faster and faster, drops of sweat gathered on his face, and then slowly slid down the tip of his nose onto the Dharma on the table.

Because of caution, his lips were pursed tightly, and the slightly cool arc was as sharp as the blade of a dagger.

Soon, the medicinal juice had bottomed out, and there was almost a little left, Zheng Shaoqiu suddenly stopped his movements and let out a short breath.

After putting the brush on the table, he picked up a cup filled with water next to him, dipped it in the fire of water and continued to brush, and continued to foam.