The three of them discussed until eleven o'clock in the evening, when Shang Yong and Hai Xiaozhou left, Fang Chaoyang cleaned up the house and was about to go to bed when a text message came in.

Just three words: we'll see!

The number is still used by Miao Yi, and the virtual number is also deliberately to let Fang Chaoyang know who is texting.

"Damn, the ghost doesn't go away. Fang Chaoyang couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, so he simply ignored it and lay down to sleep.

At nine o'clock in the morning the next day, Fang Chaoyang drove to the Municipal Art Museum, where the Municipal Calligraphy Association held a calligraphy exhibition, including one of his works.

In today's era, people have endless movies, endless books, endless circle of friends and Weibo, and they can't help but admit that the traditional art of calligraphy is going downhill, and many young people can't even write calligraphy, not to mention writing.

As expected, there were very few people who came to see the calligraphy, and there were only a dozen people in the huge venue.

There is a calligraphy hanging at the entrance, written in Cao Cao's short song line, a standard line of calligraphy, majestic, flowing clouds, all in one go, so that Fang Chaoyang can't help but silently praise it in his heart.

"The method officer is here!"

Liu Xiaohui, secretary general of the Municipal Calligraphy Association, saw Fang Chaoyang, and hurriedly ran over to say hello with a smile, she is in her forties this year, with a thin figure and short hair that reaches her ears, giving people a capable feeling.

In Fang Chaoyang's view, Liu Xiaohui's calligraphy is average, but her work ability is very strong, and in the two years since she served as secretary general, the work of the calligraphy association has improved greatly.

"Secretary-General Liu, it's too polite to call the judge, just call me Chaoyang. Fang Chaoyang said.

"Okay, handsome guy Chaoyang, I really didn't expect you to come to visit the exhibition too. Liu Xiaohui said with a smile.

"I just happened to have free time today, so I came over and learned. ”

"There are only nine members of the National Calligraphy Association in our city, and in my opinion, you are the best calligrapher. ”

"If you praise me again, you will go to heaven. Fang Chaoyang smiled and asked again: "Who wrote this calligraphy?"

"This person is amazing, Liu Jianjian, the general manager of the city's first department store, has a lot of meaning. Liu Xiaohui shouted.

Fang Chaoyang was surprised, but he didn't expect Liu Jianshe to be good at writing calligraphy, and he was lonely before. There is a way that words are like people, and they don't look like cunning people.

"He is also a member of our book association?" asked Fang Chaoyang.

"As soon as he joined, he donated 5,000 dues, and to tell you the truth, he also has a share of credit for holding this calligraphy exhibition. Liu Xiaohui said.

As he was talking, a middle-aged man who was looking at the exhibition leaned over, this person was in his forties, but his sideburns already had gray hair, he looked at Fang Chaoyang carefully, and asked cautiously: "You are Judge Fang Chaoyang of the Municipal Intermediate Court?"

"It's me!"

"I know that I shouldn't greet you on this occasion, but I can't help it, I'm Sha Ziqiang, Sha Meizi's father. The middle-aged man choked up and introduced himself.

Fang Chaoyang remembered that it was the name of the girl who was killed by running at night.

"Mr. Sha, I really can't give you any promises, but I can promise that I will be tried according to law. Fang Chaoyang comforted, but he was also a little helpless, all he could say was this sentence that sounded like a coping.

"Alas, Meizi is only twenty-three years old, and she just got a boyfriend, who would have thought that she would be killed in this brightly lit city. To tell you the truth, I've become a wreck, wandering around all day long, and I don't know where to go. Sha Ziqiang cried.

This scene happened, Liu Xiaohui was unexpected, regretting that she shouldn't have shouted the word judge, she interjected: "Mr. Sha, please mourn, men should be stronger, you should go home to accompany the child's mother." ”

"She had a mental problem and pulled me to ask for a daughter all day long. I also blame me, I patronized the football game that night, and I didn't hear the child's distress call, if I had found it earlier and sent it to the hospital earlier, maybe there was hope for life. Sha Ziqiang blamed himself.

"Mr. Sha, the court will be held soon, you must cheer up, believe in the law, and believe in the collegial panel. Fang Chaoyang said.

"I heard that Shang Zaijun's daughter said he was mentally ill?"

"That's not a gold medal for avoiding death. ”

"Alas, will it be like the Miao Yi case, which will be delayed for a long time?"

"The two cases cannot be compared together, and the Miao Yi case is very complicated and involves a lot of people. ”

Sha Ziqiang didn't dwell on it anymore, walked away silently, and when he arrived at the door, he suddenly turned around and knelt down, kowtowed three times, and then got up and left.

Fang Chaoyang looked at his back and was silent for a long time. Liu Xiaohui said apologetically: "Chaoyang, this, I didn't expect it! What age is it, and I still kowtow." ”

"I'm not the old man of the old society, and I can't stand it, but ......" Fang Chaoyang couldn't go on, but he also understood in his heart, whoever got involved in this kind of thing couldn't remain calm, in his heart, I am afraid that there is only the flame of revenge.

"Let's go, I'll accompany you, take a look at it more, and go around more. Liu Xiaohui said.

Cleaning up the disturbed mood, Fang Chaoyang and Liu Xiaohui admired the calligraphy in the exhibition hall, and soon saw the "Man Jianghong" he wrote.

"Chaoyang, you are too real, the calligraphers I have contacted don't want to exchange their works for money. Liu Xiaohui said.

"If it had been two years ago, I would have been very willing, and that would have been a way to demonstrate the value of a calligrapher. Not anymore, if you loosen your mouth a little, calligraphy will be exchanged for a lot of money, which will not only drown me, but also stain the law. Fang Chaoyang said.

"Again, I've heard that people give gifts with art, and it works very well. ”

"Hehe, don't take my work. ”

Actually, my sister is also very curious, what is the situation of Miao Yi's case, and the whole Internet is talking about this. Liu Xiaohui asked in a low voice.

"The procuratorate knows better than me, I think, they don't want to reveal it in advance!" Fang Chaoyang politely refused to reply.

"The main messenger behind the scenes, Fenglin Night!" Liu Xiaohui said mysteriously.

"Where did you hear that?" Fang Chaoyang immediately became sensitive.

"A foreign friend of mine, he forwarded the message to me on WeChat, in fact, I don't believe it, Mr. Liu doesn't look like a bad person, although he likes to joke with ladies. ”

"Secretary-General Liu, you can forward that news to me. Fang Chaoyang said.

"No problem!" Liu Xiaohui readily agreed, took out her mobile phone, and the two added WeChat to each other.

"Haha, the long song is on the road, this screen name is too literary. Liu Xiaohui smiled heartily.

"Your screen name is more literary, and the fragrance fills the room. Fang Chaoyang praised.

"I have too many photos on my phone, go back and flip through them and send them to you. ”

"Don't worry, you'd better not believe this kind of information without a source. Fang Chaoyang reminded.

At this moment, Fang Chaoyang saw two familiar figures walking into the exhibition hall and hurriedly greeted him.