Monk Pu's attitude, Li He didn't want to ask more, but said, "Don't worry, what you can do, I will naturally do it, I promise." ”

After a pause, he inadvertently flashed his worries and joked, "I'll have two more knives of paper on your grave, so don't worry." ”

"That's for the best, thank you, thank you. Monk Pu said, "The Buddha said, meeting is fate, and it is not too much to give me two more pieces of paper." ”

"You fake monk said this, I think it's hypocritical. Although Li He was trying to promote the atmosphere between the two of them, he smiled very reluctantly.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Monk Pu suddenly said this.

"It's good to be a man without regrets. Li Hezheng was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, at this time He Fang just shouted for dinner, so he helped Monk Pu to the living room.

In order not to arouse Monk Pu's appetite, this table is all vegetarian dishes, and there is not even a little oily.

"Iniquity, iniquity. Monk Pu expressed his dissatisfaction, he ate enough cabbage for clear soup.

"Uncle Pu, I have wronged you. "Regarding Monk Pu's influence, He Fang's heart is more than Li He's, even if there are more personal feelings, no matter how good the friendship is, Monk Pu is not a joke when something happens to her family.

Li Lan silently took a small bowl and ate herself, but Li Yi was so crying that she had never eaten such a grievance, she didn't even have the chicken leg she liked.

"Make you cry, make you cry. He Fang slapped his ass and slapped it.

For Li Yi, such a routine is useless at all, and she continues to cry sadly.

"Oh, follow Grandma. Mrs. He couldn't bear it, glanced at her daughter, and took her little granddaughter to the kitchen to open a small stove.

And Li Lan could only look at it with a blank eye.

"Let's go, naughty man. He Fang also knows her son's character, she and Li He have the same thoughts, and they both want to be more generous, if her son has half of the temperament of a daughter, she is also pleased.

"Hey, bear child. "Li He is not good at being a slave in front of Monk Pu, for fear of attracting the other party's mind.

"Both children are complete, blessed, and I didn't say anything. "Monk Pu has been a shrewd character all his life, where he doesn't know Li He's thoughts.

"Make do with it. Li He smiled and nodded.

He held a teacup and touched Monk Pu, both of whom used tea instead of wine.

After eating, he personally drove Monk Pu back to the temple.

After sitting on a stone bench in the backyard for a while, Monk Pu wanted to write a word for Li He on a whim.

That's the best, you can't ask for it. Li He helped press the rice paper, Monk Pu These rice papers are actually his, he doesn't know how much he has bought in order to practice calligraphy over the years, Monk Pu and Old Man Zhu always have to be a little smoother every time they go to his house.

Although Monk Pu is not in good health, his writing is completely out of a lifetime of instinct, and his pen is still very powerful, which can be described as an overnight success.

"Send you. After writing, he saw that he didn't read it, and slowly sat back on the stone bench.

?“ Make a superior vow, marry a middle relationship, enjoy inferior blessings, choose a high place to stand, sit on a flat place, and walk to a wide place. Li He secretly applauded the calligraphy of Monk Pu, the opening of the knot was imposing, and the pen was dignified, heavy and powerful, especially the flying white was not within the reach of ordinary calligraphers.

The so-called flying white refers to the fact that in the creation of calligraphy, the strokes are mixed with the slightest white marks, and can give people a sense of flying, which contrasts with the thick ink and rising ink, so as to strengthen the sense of rhythm and rhythm of the work.

Although the ink is dry, it is obvious that the pen is still twisted and turned, and it is still a brush, unlike when he uses Feibai very deliberately, usually in order to achieve this so-called Feibai strength, he will unconsciously use the method of pressing to the end, to put it bluntly, the brush is used as a hard pen, which is fundamentally worthless.

"This achievement is not comparable to that of an old man in a lifetime. Monk Pu sighed and said, "Although I was greedy to play when I was young, I practiced this handwriting when I was three years old.

Where the big family comes out, the body is squeamish, some are determined to study the four treasures, antiques and curiosities, and some like to catch crickets and eagles and walk dogs and raise pigeons, anyway, they are all playing.

Most people are intensively studying this way, they are crickets and pigeon breeders, experts, just a cricket jar can catch you for three days and three nights, without panting.

But these are not pragmatic livelihoods, the Qing Dynasty is gone, and these yellow belts can't support their net worth, but they have become a joke.

Even if it's me, I have to think about three meals, and after eating this time, do I want to think about the next meal?

The kung fu of this calligraphy gradually became a success, not as good as the old man, he has never stopped writing in his life, even if he is deeply embarrassed, he is also writing and painting with the trunk, and he is a person with great perseverance. ”

"Even if that's the case, if you write it well, I can't compare it in my life. Li He is telling the truth, unless he has been visiting famous teachers since he was a child and practicing hard, otherwise his kind of wild path that has been stereotyped will basically have no hope of becoming a late bloomer.

He definitely belongs to the category of losing at the starting line, and he can only pin his hopes on his son, while Monk Pu is there, it is serious to learn more.

"Just write and play. Monk Pu smiled proudly, even if he recognized Li He's words, you can't compare in this life.

Just write and play?

God knows how hard this sentence hit Li He, even if it is a polite praise of 'you are not bad', his heart will feel better!

He could only reluctantly study the words on the stone table, and then asked, "Who said that?" ”

Monk Pu smiled and said, "Left mule." ”

"Who is the left mule?" Li He still didn't know.

"It's that Zuo Zongtang, that Hunan barbarian. Monk Pu felt tired of talking to an uneducated person like Li He.

"You just say Zuo Zongtang, you can't get it. For these old oilers who like to show off their stories, Li He is also helpless.

When the ink of the inscription was dry, he carefully folded it and got up to take his leave.

As soon as he walked to the gate of the courtyard, he heard Monk Pu seem to be calling him.

"Thank you. ”

Li He heard these three words clearly, as if the other party had made great efforts to say them.

He looked back and said, "Why did you say this all of a sudden?" ”

"There are many people who will follow me when they are young. Monk Pu smiled very reluctantly, "But I don't want to grow old, and there are still people who are used to us old men, thank you." ”

"It's me who wants to say thank you, I have gained knowledge with you. Li He's heart was sad, he seemed to feel something.

"Walk slowly. Monk Pu waved his hand at Li He, and returned to the Buddha hall with the support of the little novice, as if the words just now had exhausted all his strength.

Li He looked at his back, his heart was sour, and his tears were hazy.

He understood that this was the final goodbye.

Monk Pu was admitted to a sanatorium, and while recuperating, he did an oral history.

But a few days later, He Fang told Li He that Monk Pu had gone.

Although he had expected it, Li He's tears couldn't stop flowing.

At this moment, how he hoped that it would be better if people had no feelings, and that it wouldn't have to hurt so much.

He said to Dong Hao, "Give Master Li a call, and say that Monk Pu is gone." ”

As for whether Li Shubai comes back or not, he doesn't care, he has to be notified.