Only then did Qi An remember that there was still a newly bought brush in the small bowl in the back kitchen, and after four or five hours, the tip of the pen must have been completely soaked.

But since it has come to this point in time, why not go to a more professional place? That place is Xu Anguo's study.

Xu Anguo's study is elegantly furnished, and the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are just missing the piano. Xu Anguo is just a rough man, if he still has the interest in writing and painting after he is discharged from the army, then learning the piano is embarrassing for him.

Almost everyone can pick up a pen to learn calligraphy and painting, but not everyone can play the qin. There are so many slender hands that can't touch the strings, let alone the rough hands of Xu Anguo, who is essentially a martial artist.

Even so, the design of his study is quite ancient, even if the "backer" painting hanging behind him has a bit of a cliché meaning, but the landscape is a masterpiece when you look closely.

After deciding, Qi An and Wang Cheng said a word, then walked out of the door, took a taxi and went straight to Xu's house.

Sitting in the car, Qi An sent Xu Wanqing a message to go over, but she never received a reply from her, knowing that after getting out of the car, she felt the phone vibrate a few times, and she replied to the message.

Of course, Xu Wanqing received his message as soon as possible, and the reason why she didn't reply immediately was because of the girl's reserve. Second, when Xu Wanqing realized that she was facing the sky without makeup, she immediately threw down her mobile phone and made up her makeup.

Then he replied to Qi An's message casually, making him feel that he had not specially prepared anything for him.

Before, Xu Wanqing drove him directly into the community, but today Qi An was trapped outside the gate.

Although Xu Anguo behaved like an ordinary retired old cadre, Qi An knew that Xu Bangwei's son, how could it be as simple as a retired old cadre?

Not to mention Xu Bangwei's influence as the only remaining minister of Kaiyuan, it is impossible to say that his protégés are all over the world, and it is impossible to let Xu Anguo live an ordinary life.

Even if he doesn't have any requirements after he leaves the army, the flies who want to hook up with his faction will arrange the safest and most comfortable accommodation for him.

This humble neighborhood is perhaps one of the most secure places in the city.

In short, Qi An was blocked from the gate, and it was useless to report the name of Xu Anguo's family, so he had to call Xu Wanqing and ask her to come out to collect people.

"Then give your phone to the doorman. There was a hint of schadenfreude in Xu Wanqing's voice, yesterday he made a fool of himself, and today it will be his turn.

watched the doorman take the phone with both hands and put it to his ear, whispered something, and then handed the phone back with both hands, and then sincerely apologized.

Qi An was also busy exchanging a few polite words with him. If nothing else, his serious attitude is worthy of Qi An's respect for him.

The doorman opened the iron door, saluted Qi An, and invited him in. Only then did Qi An discover a familiar taste.

This young janitor in his early twenties seemed to have a feeling that Qi An was very familiar with, and it was like the feeling that Xu Bangwei felt when he was a security guard.

In Xu Bangwei's capacity, it is not difficult to arrange a guard for his son, and even after Xu Anguo retires, it is not difficult for him to apply for a guard.

But why? Why did he need guards?

Qi An was a little puzzled, and glanced at the guard's room as he entered the door. I saw that a computer screen was divided into nine screens, as if showing the scenes around Xu Anguo.

There was also a walkie-talkie on the table, and it appeared that there were other guards scattered elsewhere, forming an airtight protective net.

Becoming more and more confused, Qi An walked to the gate of Xu An's country and rang the doorbell.

There were a few slippers in the room, and then Xu Wanqing opened the door.

"Your dad...... Are your uncles and aunts there?" Qi An changed his slippers and asked Xu Wanqing.

"I'm not at home, and I don't know what to do, this old guy!" Liang Zhen started to put on light makeup after Xu Wanqing put down the phone, and knew that Qi An must be coming, at this time, Xu Wanqing rushed to the door to open the door, and hurriedly created space for the two of them, "You guys play with yours, I have something to do when I go out." ”

happened to pass by Qi An, and when he was about to go out, he quietly made a cheering gesture at Qi An's back to his daughter, allowing Xu Wanqing to seize the opportunity.

"Sit down," Xu Wanqing suddenly thought of last night, still a little embarrassed, and pretended to be cold, "What are you doing?"

How did he know that Qi An didn't sit down, and walked straight to the study, Xu Wanqing had no choice but to follow behind his ass.

"What are you doing!" Seeing that Qi An didn't seem to treat himself as an outsider, and was touching in the study, Xu Wanqing was no longer serious.

"Hey, hey, this can't move!" Seeing that Qi An directly picked up a roll of rice paper wrapped in kraft paper, Xu Wanqing hurriedly stopped, "Old allow, baby it! When I was a child, I just took out this paper and looked at it, and my ass was beaten very much!"

Qi An smiled, he just glanced at it twice, and knew that Xu Wanqing was not wronged by this beating, in his eyes, this volume should be authentic Jingxian paper, at least before the middle of the Qing Dynasty.

If Xu Wanqing accidentally broke one at that time, Lao Xu was afraid that he would not want to die.

Without touching the papers, Qi An took out a three-foot horizontal batch from another pile of papers that had been placed there at random.

The purpose of those old Xuan is no longer used for writing, Qi An just wants to write the word "Qi Family" in order to redo the signboard, so it is okay to use this modern industrial product, and it is not possible to write on the old Xuan that is called "paper is more expensive than gold".

Seeing that Qi An had flattened the paper on the painting case and pressed a paperweight on the upper left, Xu Wanqing was a little curious, looking at him as if he wanted to write?

"Why don't you hurry up and grind the ink?" Qi An reminded her in the same tone as an order, and she began to grind the ink without getting angry, just like grinding ink for Xu Anguo when she was a child.

went out and filled the inkstone with some water and poured it into the inkstone, Xu Wanqing did not choose the oil smoke, but picked up a piece of pine smoke ink, pressed it and gently grinded it in the inkstone.

It is no wonder that Li Taibai was able to write a sentence like "Yun wants clothes, flowers want to look", putting aside the free and easy way of Lux taking off his boots, just watching the concubine grinding is already intoxicating.

Just like at this time, Xu Wanqing, who calmed down and grinded, is really like her name, virtuous and elegant, not like a vulgar thing.

Grinding ink with no hands, and adding fragrance to red sleeves has always been the pursuit of Chinese literati. With the fragrance of books in the room, looking at Xu Wanqing's white and slender hands, she picked up the black ink strip and grinded it carefully in the inkstone.

The strands of hair hanging down from her ears, Qi An couldn't help but brush her behind her ears with his hand.

"It's beautiful. Suddenly, Qi An couldn't help but say.

Hearing Qi An's sudden praise, Xu Wanqing's hands trembled, and suddenly ink spots splashed, and she complained: "You suddenly said that, you scared people to death!"

Sensing that he was a little out of shape, Qi An embarrassedly withdrew the hand he had just stretched out, and defended himself: "I'm talking about the piece of ink in your hand." ”

"Look, the piece of ink in your hand is boxy, and there is a picture painted on it, how beautiful. He picked it up and put it under his nose and sniffed it, "It doesn't smell like ordinary ink strips, but it has a special aroma." ”

"Well, borneol, musk, bear bile, the taste is very clear and fragrant. He sniffed again, "Isn't such a piece of ink beautiful?"

"Okay, I'm not even shy, what are you ashamed of. Xu Wanqing wiped the painting case and gave him a blank look.

"Well, the ink is ready for you. She pointed to the inkstone, and then to a small porcelain bowl next to her, "The water is also ready for you." Write it. ”

Qi An didn't know what happened to him just now, and he inadvertently felt that Xu Wanqing was very cordial, as if he had lived together for a long time and was cordial and unestranged, which made him a little out of shape.

After calming down, Qi An picked a large wolf and wrote a plaque, what he wanted was a feeling of strength and uprightness. Writing big characters with wolf hair can just write the feeling of sharpness.

Dip in ink, full of pen, Qi An pen walk dragon snake, write a few paintings dipped in ink.

There were only two words, and it didn't take long to write. Putting the pen on the pen shelf, Qi An straightened up and looked at it twice, and was quite satisfied, so he soaked the pen a little in the pen wash and put it back on the pen holder to hang.

Turning his head, he just wanted to ask Xu Wanqing how he wrote this handwriting, but he saw Xu Wanqing's eyes staring at him without blinking, as if a giant dragon had discovered a treasure full of sparkling diamonds.

"I suddenly realized that you really are a mysterious person. Xu Wanqing's eyes were inexplicably excited and excited, "You say, what else is there in you that I don't know!"

"Hmm......" Qi An couldn't answer this question, even Xu Bangwei, who was familiar with Qi An in the world, couldn't say that he knew most of Qi An's things, let alone Xu Wanqing.

Seeing that he was hesitant, Xu Wanqing didn't ask much, he was confident that he could discover the secret of Qi An in the future.

So she carefully looked at Qi An's words. Even if she doesn't know calligraphy, she can see that these two characters are completely different from the two characters "Qi Family" hanging outside the store.

It was a very wonderful feeling, and the words in front of me seemed to have a soul, and every stroke was publicized. Even if you pick up the pen, you can feel the sharpness hidden in the middle of the dots.

Although Xu Wanqing doesn't know calligraphy, she can also see which is better and which is bad. Although Lao Xu is a rough man, the rough man calms down, and the words he writes have a kind of sharpness.

Xu Wanqing felt that this character was somewhat similar to what her father wrote. What she didn't know was that if Xu Anguo looked at this painting, she would be surprised to think that it was written by herself.

Qi An looked up at a piece of writing hanging on the wall, nodded slightly, and imitated it like five or six points, but it was eight or nine points like it. It seems that his craft has not been left behind, and it is worthy of the craft that he has relied on for decades.