Feng Han and Qi Rail knew each other because there was a Dongyang literary and artistic revision, and the style of the cover layout needed to be reversed, and the art editor of the magazine was not competent, so he found a well-known Qi Rail to do the design planning.

I looked for him mainly because it was cheap, but I didn't expect him to do a good job, the new magazine style responded very well, and the sales also increased a lot, but the result was that Shiliang unloaded the grinding and killed the donkey, and dismissed Qi Rail, which he thought was of little use.

Qi Rail is used to drifting, he politely rejected Han Shiqun's kindness, "I still have money, so don't look for a job~"

Han Shiqun couldn't say anything more, for his newly opened small magazine, the price of Qi Rail was indeed more expensive.

Han Wu has already written "The Burrow", although there is no atmosphere, but it has a soft little daughter taste, after writing, Han Wu wrote it again, and the latter collected it himself.

The matter was resolved satisfactorily, and the anxious wind patted Qi Rail's shoulder, "Let's stay here today." ”

Qi Rail grinned: "Eh, how embarrassing this is, it's bothering Mr. Jiao again." ”

"You're mistaken, I mean, start scraping off the pile of you wrote now, and engrave the stunning Burrow inscription for me, and I'll have a guest tomorrow, urgently. Anxious Feng looked at Qi Rail kindly, if it weren't for his mistake in this ring, he might not have met such a satisfactory article as Burrow Ming.

Qi Liang said aggrievedly: "Mr. Jiao, it's too late for me to start work tomorrow." "Today he still wants to go chic.

"What if I can't find you tomorrow, now, immediately, immediately, now!"

The anxious wind blasted Qi Rail out, asking him to do a little bit before it got dark, and then he shook hands with Han Shiqun and said goodbye, "Mr. Han, are you really not considering letting me advertise?"

Han Shiqun shook his head with a smile: "The magazine has just started, and the layout is still a little plain, so let's talk about this later." ”

"Well, everyone will be neighbors in the future, it is my old Jiao's honor to be neighbors with a scholarly family like you, I will often come to play in the future, and we can exchange some poems and songs!"

Han Shiqun: "......" This is a bit embarrassing~

Sent Han Shiqun and his party away, looking at the "Burrow Ming" written by Han Wu on the table, anxious Feng felt that it was not a famous writer after all, and it did not match his status and status of Lao Jiao, if there was a "Burrow Ming" written by Zeng Lao, then tomorrow I would be very face-saving in front of that distinguished guest!

Thinking of this, Jiao Yifeng couldn't sit still, so he hurriedly rolled up the piece of paper, greeted the driver, and prepared the car!

Disturbing the old gentleman at night, the anxious wind was still a little apprehensive, he handed over the "Burrow Ming", and explained his intention to the steward of the Zeng family, "I just got an article recently, it is very good, I want to ask the lord to appreciate it!"

Although the anxious wind is relatively hasty, and it is true that he has no classical literary literacy, he can see from the expressions of Han Shiqun and Qi Liang, the two literati, how much weight the short essay "The Burrow" has, and with his not too deep literary literacy, he also feels that this article is very smooth to read, and it must be excellent.

Thinking about the literati's appreciation of good articles, if this article is handed to Old Man Zeng, he will definitely see himself, ask the ins and outs, and then he will beat the snake and stick again, and ask for a pair of Burrow inscriptions, hehe, it's okay!

However, before the article was delivered to Old Man Zeng, it was intercepted by his sad daughter Zeng Lexin.

"Uncle Lu, my dad is already asleep, what's the matter?"

Uncle Lu explained the reason for the matter and said, "Since the old man is asleep, I'll go and get that person back." ”

Zeng Lexin stopped, "Wait, I'll see what kind of strange text it is, what a fuss." ”

Zeng Lexin unfolded the word, the paper is good paper, the word is a little meaningless, it seems to be written by a girl.

first roughly swept the words, and then Zeng Lexin began to read the text, "The mountain is not high, and there are immortals." The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. Si is a burrow, but Wu Dexin. Moss ......"

I still had contempt before reading it, but after reading it, Zeng Lexin read it several times in a row, and almost burned this short text in his heart, "Good article, good article!"

She even wanted to meet the low-minded author in the Humble Room!

Seeing that the eldest lady said this, Uncle Lu hurriedly said, "Then I'll go and invite Boss Jiao in?"

"Boss Jiao, what's his name?"

"Anxious wind, it's the anxious wind of the wind express, the master's Lanting collection preface paste was taken away by him, he is a loyal fan of the master. Uncle Lu said with a smile.

"Oh, that guy, he didn't write it, no need to invite it," Zeng Lexin smiled slightly, "I guess I want to ask the old man to write a word for him, it's not enough to have the Lanting Collection Preface, it's really greedy." ”

"Then ......," Uncle Lu listened to the eldest lady.

Zeng Le was scheming, she looked at her father's study, "Let him wait a minute." Then he took the Burrow into his father's study.

Zeng Guangxian is a great calligrapher, his children were very good at making money from him when they were young, and his son Lekan's practice was to steal his father's worthless practice pen and go out to buy it, and he didn't dare to touch his father's proud work.

And the daughter's happy approach should be much more technical, she followed her father to practice calligraphy, and then forged her father's works to sell, in high school, she had already made a fortune with this, a little savings, and then she took advantage of her father has not found out, and stopped in time, which is still a secret.

Spreading out the rice paper, Zeng Lexin used his father's usual penmanship style to write a "Burrow Inscription", and used his usual handwriting to write the same article, the former was stamped with the big seal of the Lord of Guangxian Zhai, and the latter, Zeng Lexin stayed directly in the study, waiting for his father's discovery.

……

The anxious wind is like an ant on a hot pot at this time, the situation is quite unclear, why didn't the old man let himself in, wasn't he curious about the person who wrote the essay at all? Then what did he make himself wait for?

This Uncle Lu is an old friend, why don't you say anything!

It's really a desperate person!

Finally, Uncle Lu came out with two rolls of rice paper, "This one was brought by you, and this one is for you." ”

Anxiously Feng opened it in surprise, only to see the "Burrow Ming", which far surpassed Han Wu's level, appear in front of his eyes, and he knew at a glance that this, this is the work of Old Man Zeng! He can't understand the style, but there is a poke underneath, and he recognizes the poke, which is the same as a dime on the preface of the Lanting Collection!

Jiao Yifeng carefully packed it and asked Uncle Lu, "Does the old man have any instructions?" For example, the price~

"I didn't tell you. Uncle Lu said, he couldn't lie, so he had to say nothing.

"But, can such a precious work be given to me like this?"

However, Uncle Lu nodded, "Guest, please." ”

Anxious and almost rushed to English, the old man can sell a word casually for a million prices, just give it to himself, he, he doesn't treat himself as an outsider!

Anxious Feng looked at Zeng Zhai silently crying, he and the old man, this is a heart-to-heart relationship!

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