In the early summer of May, the sun is sinking in the west.

The orange sunset shines through the doors and windows, sprinkled in this calligraphy and painting shop hidden in a remote alley, the house is divided by a screen, and the landscape on the screen is also a little more vast twilight against the dim light.

Under the sunset, Lin Zhishui stood behind the desk in front of the screen, staring at the rice paper spread on the table with his eyes slightly drooping, holding a plain black calligraphy brush between his fingers.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake racing, the ink is like flowing water, waving intermittently, and there are ups and downs when the pen is down.

When Hui Feng put away the pen, just when the ink was dry, a line of wild grass characters with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing had already appeared on the rice paper-

Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Coherent!

"Yes, I've even gotten to the level of Wild Grass so high. ”

Lin Zhishui put the brush in his hand on the pen mountain next to him, looked at the wild grass masterpiece that he had not studied for a long time, and couldn't help but nod slightly with satisfaction.

It was written in such a scribbling that even he could barely recognize it.

However, writing is for understanding, while calligraphy is for appreciation, and the key is to make people feel the charm of the lines and take shapes with momentum.

Wild grass is also called big grass, he specially wrote a big grass today, but also to practice new brushwork, just to commemorate the old customer who may have passed away due to a terminal illness with this poem.

After all, Mr. Cheng is the first repeat customer of his small shop, and he is still a frequent customer.

And the old gentleman is estimated to be in his sixtieth year, but he does not put on the shelf of the elders at all, but when he is in front of him, his words and deeds are full of admiration, obviously impressed by his calligraphy level, so he respects him so much.

You must know that in the world of calligraphy, there is no order to learn, and the master is the teacher.

And Mr. Cheng, a person who even speaks in a crepe manner, talks in a half-ancient way, it is estimated that he has just started to learn ancient Chinese, and his foundation is not very good, which sounds a little awkward, but he still has to say that he is obviously a lover of traditional culture, and it is normal to love traditional calligraphy.

The old gentleman regarded him as a master of calligraphy, and it is understandable that he was so admired and regarded as an idol.

Even Mr. Cheng once gave a gift to imply that he had the meaning of worshipping him as a teacher!

It's a pity that Lin Zhishui can only refuse.

His calligraphy is only three years of fire, can have the current level, only because this accidentally picked up the brush is very handy, handy, in order to do the pen extremely smooth, if God helps.

As for the real level, he himself knows it very well in his heart, which is probably the eighth or ninth level of the brush calligraphy level assessment, and he can only be regarded as a master.

After using this brush, the feeling of 'the unity of the human brush' made him feel comfortable when he put down the pen, and the thickness of the strokes was also very artistic, not much worse than those calligraphy masters.

Of course, there is another important reason why he confiscated the apprentices-

That is, the gift given by Mr. Cheng was too cold, so he gave a weighing for pressing paper, and it was just an ordinary bluestone texture, which was not as good as the copper paperweight he was using now.

However, the gift was light and affectionate, so he still accepted it, and gave back a piece of writing for free, with the word 'longevity' written on it.

Although there was only one word, at that time, Mr. Cheng was flattered, thanked, and like a treasure, obviously really liked his calligraphy.

Lin Zhishui is also very satisfied with having such a 'fan'.

If you have such a powder, what more can you ask for.

It's a pity that Old Man Cheng suddenly told him with a heavy face a few days ago that he had encountered the biggest catastrophe in his life, and said that he might never see each other again in the future.

Could it be ...... Incurable disease?

Lin Zhishui couldn't help but guess.

At that time, he didn't ask more questions, but just comforted him and sent a poster with the word 'crossing', hoping that the old man could get through this difficulty and pray for the success of the operation.

But today, he found an extra letter at the door of the store, with a poem on it:

"Yesterday I heard that I was parting today, all kinds of earthly things have disappeared, and the green mountains are goodbye to each other, and I am willing to wait for my face in the sky. ”

Although Lin Zhishui didn't fully understand the meaning of this poem, judging from the sentence 'all kinds of earthly things have disappeared', I am afraid that ...... The old man is really gone.

As for the latter two sentences, it looks like going to heaven to wait for him to die, but it's a bit vicious, not like Old Man Cheng's personality, so it should be lamenting the passage of time, and he will look at him in heaven in the future?

Well, that's right, he's a strong person who has scored a perfect score in reading comprehension in the Chinese test!

This letter is probably also sent by the descendants of Old Man Cheng.

"Alas, I don't know what a terminal illness is, it seems that the operation was not successful......"

Thinking of this, Lin Zhishui couldn't help but sigh, his heart was full of regret and nostalgia.

Where can such good customers go?

Several other customers haven't been here for a long time, and the store is such a repeat customer, Mr. Cheng, who unfortunately passed away, and the future will be too difficult.

Fortunately, although Mr. Cheng only bought two letters, he was also very willing to spend money, so he still had some savings, and he could hold on for a few more months if he saved some flowers.

"It's good to upload a few more videos to the shaking sound, in case a fan comes over to be the big one......"

Lin Zhishui grunted, and took down the mobile phone on the stand next to him.

The whole process of writing just now has been recorded, and you only need to edit it and add some special effects, and you can upload it.

The two online entities are blooming, and this is the survival mode suitable for today.

"Really, my handwriting is so masterful, why is it that no one likes it?"

Lin Zhishui secretly sighed while editing the video: "This year's users are too unappreciative. ”

He remembered that in the calligraphy videos he had swiped before, some calligraphers were not even as good as his real level, but they could still have millions of likes, and his videos did not have a few likes at all.

Pathetic, lamentable.

Do you want to force him to eat with his face and be a powerful little fresh meat or something?

Speaking of which, his acting skills are also very good.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, and an elongated, slender shadow was thrown into the floor of the house from outside the door.

Lin Zhishui suddenly perked up, a guest?

......

The crimson sky seemed to be burning with firelight, and the setting sun pulled a long shadow on the ground of the deep alley.

Suddenly, one of the shadows became a little deeper and began to slowly distort.

The distorted shadow gradually rose up, and soon turned into a slender slender figure that stepped out from the shadows under the wall.

Under the hazy backlight, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy's face can be seen, with fair and smooth skin, deep eyes like water, and a handsome appearance that is slightly neutral, making it difficult to distinguish between men and women.

The simple and simple blue and white high school uniform is worn on this teenager's body, but it still does not damage his appearance.

"This is it?"

Cheng Qiyue stood in the sunset, looking at the calligraphy and painting shop called 'He Mingxuan' not far away, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

She raised her plain white palm, which held a compass-like brass disc in her palm, and the hands on the compass turned tremblingly a few times before pointing in the direction of the calligraphy and painting shop.

"The flying sword heirloom left by the ancestor before his ascension fell here, could it be that the suicide note is hidden here?"

Cheng Qiyue looked at the door of the calligraphy and painting shop, hesitated for a long time, then turned over his hand and put away the brass compass and walked towards the door of the store.

Two lines of poetry can be seen on both sides of the door:

When to find a soulmate, here is the clearest.

Is this the origin of 'He Mingxuan'?

She suddenly stepped over the threshold, and the dim sunlight behind her shone into the room with her, and light dust could be seen floating in the light with the air current.

The faint scent of ink in the air calmed her mood slightly.

"Hello. ”

I only heard a flat and gentle voice coming from the right side, a slightly deep voice quite soft, and the words were like beads, mellow and pleasant.

Cheng Qiyue turned his head to look at it, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and his eyes were a little distracted.

Lin Zhishui sat on the chair behind the desk a little leisurely, without the slightest intention of getting up, just looking at her with a smile on the corner of his lips, observing without a trace.

"It looks like a high school student, and I can't tell the difference between a man and a woman, but judging from the temperament and this calm feeling, I'm afraid the mental age is quite mature......

And Cheng Qiyue is a little strange...... With her spiritual sense, she didn't even notice the existence of the other party before entering the store!

However, with the special eyes she had condensed with the help of the Law Body, it could be completely seen that this young man had no Dao rhyme, nor could he feel the slightest mana fluctuation, he was just a mortal.

'I've just awakened my senses, and it's normal to make mistakes......

Cheng Qiyue sighed secretly, and asked, "Are you the owner of this shop?"

'This style of speaking, I am really an antique style lover, it seems that someone really recommended my calligraphy and painting shop in the antique circle......

This thought flashed through Lin Zhishui's heart, and then with a hint of a smile, he said, "Congratulations on finding the right way, I think you are looking for the place...... Here it is. ”

There is no cliché "Welcome", no honorific title like "you", not even a "please be seated".

He sells calligraphy and paintings, which are cultural artworks, and the customers he faces are generally people who like ancient styles and some vassal elegance, and this kind of people are more or less high-minded.

Especially the high school student in front of me, who doesn't know men and women, has this calm temperament and beautiful appearance at a young age, and if it is a woman, it can be called a legendary creature - 'iceberg school flower'.

This kind of creature is normal to think of itself as high.

For such guests, humility is not enough to impress them, but rather makes them more noble.

And what he sells is not ordinary calligraphy and painting, with his master-level calligraphy level, naturally he can't be like an ordinary store with a smile on his face.

You have to put on the bearing of a calligraphy master, so that she is really convinced.

"Got the right way?"

Cheng Qiyue looked at the mortal in front of him with some surprise, this person actually knew that she was specially looking for her?

Or was it that the Ancestor had already expected her to come here, so he arranged for this mortal to wait for her in advance?

"Don't be surprised, it's just fate. Lin Zhishui folded his hands on the table, and there was a hint of an expected smile on the corner of his mouth.

In order to save money, he specially opened a calligraphy and painting shop in this kind of remote deep alley, if he didn't make a special trip to find it, who could find this broken place?

Guests who don't know come to the door deliberately, isn't this a destined fate?

In order to cater to these guests in the ancient style circle, he also studied ancient Chinese for a period of time, and this kind of literary crepe speaking style is naturally not difficult.

"Destined ......"

The mystery in this sentence suddenly made Cheng Qiyue savor it, and he couldn't help but feel that the mortal in front of him was also a little more mysterious.