Words are like people. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Yang Ziyun, the four major scholars of the Han Fu, has long put forward the argument of "books, heart paintings", which can often reflect the temperament and state of mind when swaying freely. Yu Shinan has a gentle temperament, peaceful demeanor and a natural and pleasant font, Li Taibai's temperament is free and easy, calligraphy is like a fairy, Su Dongpo also said that the book must have God, gas, bones, flesh, blood, with these five things, the word is a perfect portrayal of human nature. The old man Wu Shulian is a philosopher in the world, with a mellow temperament, open-mindedness, and resoluteness, not informal, plus he has studied Chinese culture for most of his life, and he is a family of his own.

Li Yundao is also good at calligraphy, in the words of Tang Guofeng, the contemporary master of the Chinese Painting Academy, Yundao cursive is comparable to Huaisu, and Yundao's Song Gongbi Chinese painting technique is unparalleled in the world. Therefore, Li Yundao and Wu Shulian have many common languages in calligraphy, calligraphy and painting.

The old man held the wolf in his hand and was silent for a long time, and he never put down the pen for a long time, and finally sighed lightly and put down the brush: "It is said that at this age, the temperament should be more and more delicate and round, but this 'worries and worries of the world' can't be written for a long time!"

Li Yundao frowned, and looked at the old man suspiciously: "No, writing a word also makes you such an inkblot, and the person who entrusts it is either really out of tune, or his conduct can't get into the eyes of your old man." Who?"

"Zhao Ping'an. ”

"Hiss......" Li Yundao took a breath and slowly shushed, "Is he going to slap your old face?"

The old man chuckled, stood in front of the sun-dappled window, propped up the table and said indifferently: "He Zhao Ping'an became the president of the country, and in the eyes of my Wu someone, he is also a person who does not handle things well, and he laughs in vain." ”

Li Yundao gave a thumbs up to the old man: "Your old man is angry!"

The old man laughed and scolded: "No matter how good a cow can you beat you as a thug?" The old man called Li Yundao a "thug", naturally he knew that Li Yundao angrily trampled on Wu Guang and Zhao Ruying in the hotel that day, and the female apprentice who he regarded as a relative was bullied, and the old man who had always been good-tempered was naturally furious, but when he heard about the final tragic situation of Wu Guang and Zhao Ruying, he naturally calmed down his anger, but he still had a lot of dissatisfaction with Zhao Ping'an and Zhao Erlang who took advantage of the situation to oppress people, but he never thought that as soon as he arrived at West Lake, someone would borrow the mouth of the chairman of the Northern Zhejiang Federation of Literary and Art Circles to ask for words for Zhao Er. Old Man Wu already despised some of Zhao Ping'an's actions when he was in charge of the northwest, and coupled with the conflict in the capital, he naturally felt even more disgusted with this rising star that the Zhao family was supporting.

Li Yundao squinted and shook his head with a smile: "I am also a laborer, you are always tired, compared to you, you are more good!"

The old man said: "What's the use of being bullish, people are here, don't you have to put pen to paper?"

Li Yundao said with a smile: "What kind of words are these? You can write if you want to, and if you don't want to write, you can't write, so how can you have to put pen to paper?"

The old man said: "Zhao Er's face, I can ignore it, but Xia Qing, chairman of the Northern Zhejiang Federation of Literary and Art Circles, is my old friend, Xia Qing is not very old, but her writing skills are excellent, after I see Mo Yan, I will have the opportunity to impact the Nobel Prize in the future, and Xia Qing is only one person in the country." ”

Li Yundao said suspiciously: "Xia Qing is a woman?"

The old man nodded, and the unscrupulous disciple who leaned on the bookshelf and didn't have a standing appearance smiled evilly: "Beauty?"

The old man scolded with a smile: "I have been thinking about this pickled thing all day long! Xia Qing is a disciple of my old friend, and you are thinking about those things from a generation, where did you come from?"

Li Yundao smiled evilly: "Isn't Professor Yang still married a female student? Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo can still fall in love with each other, why can't you be an old man? Not to mention that it's not your female apprentice!"

The old man coughed a few times and laughed angrily: "What nonsense, what are you talking about? In Brother Cha Liang's book, it is all made up, how can it be a block? Brother Zhenning is a wonderful person who has made a lot of contributions to the country, the people, mankind, and society, how can a bad old man like me be able to look up to him?"

Li Yundao said with a smile: "You are a bit of a suspicion of being too modest! But then again, since you have to take care of Xia Qing's face, you might as well give a few words generously!"

The old man snorted coldly: "Then I, Wu, will really become the one who tends to be inflammatory!"

Li Yundao shook his head and smiled evilly: "The words must be written, but the content, isn't it up to your old man to have the final say?"

The old man looked at his closed disciple for a long time, and finally smiled helplessly: "Treacherous and deceitful, you are self-taught." ”

In the North Zhejiang Hotel, the doorbell rang in the single suite, and the young man sitting on the sofa in the living room subconsciously glanced at the middle-aged man who was reading a book behind the desk in the room. The middle-aged man is around fifty years old, slightly fat, because he is in an air-conditioned room, so he only wears a V-neck dark cardigan on his upper body, and a navy blue suit on his lower body, and his outfit is as traditional as an ordinary civil servant.

The doorbell rang again, and the middle-aged man seemed to have just withdrawn his gaze from the page of the book with "Song, Yuan, and Northern Zhejiang" written on the cover, and looked up at the young man on the sofa through reading glasses: "Go and see who it is, if it is a local official, you will all decline." His dismissal letter has been published on the central government's official website, and the appointment letter will not wait until the E30 summit is over, so he has another month to hand over the job. However, the secretary in the northwest took over the post of the second-in-command with his partner, and the other party has coveted the position of the first leader for a long time, plus he has been deeply involved in the northwest for many years, and there are not many affairs that need to be handed over, plus although he has always paid attention to northern Zhejiang, but has studied very little, he took his private secretary and went straight to northern Zhejiang in a low-key manner. A few days ago, he had spent some time talking with several old subordinates in northern Zhejiang, and these days he is going to spend some time to understand the history of changes in northern Zhejiang, which is a compulsory lesson for him as a feudal official before taking office.

The young man answered, and without saying much, got up and closed the bedroom door first, and then went to open the door. Outside the door stood a middle-aged woman dressed conservatively, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and exuding a strong bookish aura from her deep body: "Hello Secretary, I'm Xia Qing." ”

Xiang Long was slightly stunned, and his expression relaxed slightly: "It's Teacher Xia, it scared me, I thought that after changing the hotel, there were still people who could find it here by feeling the clues, so it would be too unsafe." ”

Xia Qing smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into a moon-shaped: "Secretary Zhao is a sun-like person, dazzling, and it is normal to be recognized at a glance." ”

Xiang Long laughed, he had a good impression of this nationally renowned writer, and what was even more rare was that Xia Qing was a good friend of Secretary Zhao, it is said that the two had known each other since childhood, as for the absence of childhood sweethearts, Xiang Long, the private secretary, did not dare to speculate.

"Teacher Xia, you sit down for a while, and I'll go in to see if Secretary Zhao is done. Xiang Long led Xia Qing to the living room, and was about to turn around to pour tea, when he saw Zhao Ping'an walking out of the room with his slippers.

"Haha, Xia Qing, I've been in West Lake for almost a week, and I haven't seen you show up, and I'm still wondering if I've done something to make Xia Da Writer feel uncomfortable!" Zhao Ping'an's voice was very loud, and he walked out of the room laughing.

"Your Secretary Zhao's threshold is about to be flattened, how can I be embarrassed to occupy your busy man's time?" Xia Qing seemed to have a very unusual relationship with Zhao Ping'an, with some childlike gambling elements in her words.

On such an occasion, Xiang Long, as a secretary, is inconvenient to stay in the room: "Secretary Zhao, I'll go down and see if the dry cleaning clothes are ironed." He is the personal secretary and bodyguard assigned by the Zhao family to Zhao Ping'an, and Zhao Ping'an's daily life is basically handled by him.

Zhao Ping'an nodded, and it wasn't until Xiang Long closed the door after going out that Zhao Ping'an put on a rare flattering smile: "Qingqing writer, it's rare for me to open my mouth once, so I hold a grudge?"

Xia Qing put the box with the ribbon tied next to her on the coffee table, and said weakly: "Word, I asked for it for you, but Wu Lao, I was wrongly offended." As he spoke, he straightened up again and said in a babbling voice, "The juniors in the family are not sensible, and it is normal to make trouble, and you are an elder, and you are also blindly coaxing?

Zhao Ping'an didn't touch the contents of the box, sat down on the sofa next to Xia Jing, sighed and said, "There are some things that you won't understand if I say it." ”

"Yes, yes, yes, you are all politicians, just me, a little girl who dances and writes!" Xia Qing picked up the tea angrily, raised her head and drank it, but she was scalded and even snorted.

Zhao Ping'an smiled very happily: "Look at you, you are still the same as when you were a child, you do things regardless of the cause and effect." ”

"I am a literati, and literati pay attention to sensibility, and they don't have as many tricks as you politicians. Taking the cold water poured by Zhao Ping'an, Xia Qing took a big sip, which made her feel more comfortable, sighed lightly, and said softly, "Ping'an, to be honest, Wu Shulian is an old master of the humanities in China, if you don't want to be criticized by the literati in the future, you should try not to provoke him." What's more, it is the old Wang family that has a conflict with your Zhao family, and it is a matter between the younger generations, so you don't need to go online at all. ”

Zhao Ping'an knew that he couldn't explain it to Xia Qing, so he could only nod and agree again and again at this time: "I don't need to worry about anything with an old man who is about to die." As he spoke, he opened the cardboard box containing the scrolls of calligraphy and painting, untied the ribbons, and the scrolls slipped naturally.

There are only four words on the paper, which is more vigorous and powerful than the ink treasure before the old man Wu Shulian: "The door is strong." ”

Seeing these four words, Zhao Ping'an's face changed slightly. In the last ten years of turmoil in China, the head of the Zhao family, who was sitting on one side of the turmoil, attached himself to power, poisoned the innocent, and caused a lot of human tragedy.