Lin Zheng looked at the mirror and sorted out his clothes, he had forgotten how long it had been since he had worn such a formal dress, a clean white shirt, black trousers, and the shiny leather shoes he had wiped last night.

His daughter-in-law, Zhang Xiumei, walked in at this time.

"Dad, you are. Zhang Xiumei was a little frightened.

"Isn't this going to visit a friend? Lin Zheng said, "So dress a little more formally." ”

"I usually go to drink wedding wine, and I haven't seen you dress up so seriously. ”

"Have you said hello to Daniel Zhang's family and said that I was going to visit them today. ”

"I called him last night and told him. ”

"That's good, oh, yes. Lin Zheng suddenly turned his head to look at his daughter-in-law, "His son Zhang Xiaobei will be at home today." ”

"Today is Saturday, Xiaobei doesn't have to go to class, he should be at home. ”

"That's good. Lin Zheng turned around and looked in the mirror again, "I went to visit his son on this trip." ”

It just so happened that his son Lin Ziqiang also walked into the back room and heard the conversation between the two of them.

"Dad, you are two generations taller than Zhang Xiaobei's kid, and you came over to visit him, how embarrassing it is. Lin Ziqiang said a little unpleasantly.

"Yes, I am of a higher rank than him. Lin Zheng said, "But if that couplet is really from him, then his calligraphy attainments are higher than my two generations, and I still call him a master in calligraphy." But—

"I still have doubts, is this 'long time and long heaven long long time long long to be happy' written by a teenager. This kind of penmanship is not like a teenager with only more than ten years of life experience can write. ”

"You can't be wrong. Zhang Xiumei said, "I watched him write those words." But I don't understand calligraphy or anything, Xiaobei's calligraphy is really that good. ”

Lin Zheng was silent, and after a long while, he said slowly: "Only Wang Xizhi's reincarnation can write calligraphy of this realm." ”

Lin Zheng put a few pieces of red paper and a brush inkstone into a large black bag, and finally carefully stuffed a rectangular wooden box into the bag.

He picked up the black bag and walked out of the back room.

"Dad, do you need me to accompany you? Zhang Xiumei followed him out of the back room and walked out to the storefront.

"No need, I know where Daniel Zhang's house is, I can go alone." Lin Zheng said and walked out of the store.

"Lin Zheng, where are you going?" A sixty-year-old man with white temples and a slightly chubby body stood at the door of the store.

"Yang Gao, why are you here?" Lin Zheng subconsciously clenched the black bag in his hand.

"I'm coming to see my old friend. Yang Gao laughed, and his already fat face became even bigger when he smiled.

"Do you remember my poor friend, I haven't seen you here for so many years, I have something to do today, and I'll talk about it another day. After Lin Zheng finished speaking, he avoided him and walked onto the street.

"Where are you going? ”

"Into town. ”

"Then I'll send you, I've got a car. ”

Lin Zheng stopped, "It's okay, there's a free car to sit on." ”

Lin Zheng took his old friend to Zhang Xiaobei's community.

"What are you doing here?" Yang Gao asked as he got out of the car.

"Visit a master calligrapher. Lin Zheng said and got out of the car.

"You're still studying calligraphy. ”

"I'm not dead yet, why don't I research. ”

The two of them went up to the fifth floor and rang the doorbell of Xiaobei's house.

Zhang Xiaobei came over and opened the door, and he was watching TV at home alone.

He looked at the two old men standing in front of his house a little confused.

"Which one is Lin Zheng. Zhang Xiaobei asked.

"I am. Are you Zhang Xiaobei?" Lin Zheng said.

"Come in, my dad told me you were coming to me and told me to wait for you at home. ”

Zhang Xiaobei welcomed Lin Zheng and Yang Gao into the house, invited the two of them to sit on the sofa in the living room, and then handed each of them a glass of boiled water.

"What about your parents. Lin Zheng asked.

"They all work overtime in the unit. Zhang Xiaobei replied.

"Lin Zheng, it seems that you have run for nothing, and no one is here. Yang Gao said.

"Where to run in vain, people are not like this. Lin Zheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Xiaobei.

"He?!" Yang Gao stared at Zhang Xiaobei with wide eyes, "The calligraphy master you said is this little kid?"

"Your reaction is always so exaggerated. Lin Zheng gave him a farewell, and then took out the couplet that Zhang Xiaobei had written before from his bag.

He spread the red paper on the table, pointed to the seven words on it and Zhang Xiaobei and said, "Xiaobei, is this what you wrote?" ”

Zhang Xiaobei glanced at it, and then said, "I wrote it." ”

"Good boy!" Lin Zheng said excitedly, "How long have you been practicing calligraphy?" ”

"I forgot how long. Zhang Xiaobei scratched his head, he couldn't say that he had been practicing calligraphy for thousands of years.

"You are truly a genius in calligraphy. Lin Zheng gave a thumbs up excitedly, "I must find an opportunity to recommend you to the Calligraphy Association of Zhanshen City." Your calligraphy skills are sure to surprise them as well. ”

"It's over. Zhang Xiaobei smiled faintly.

"I still have something to ask for, can you please write the next couplet of this sentence 'Nian Feng Life and Boundless Blessings' to make up a complete couplet. ”

Lin Zheng continued to take out a blank piece of red paper from his bag, as well as a brush and inkstone.

"Yes, with a gesture. Zhang Xiaobei said and picked up the brush on the table.

Lin Zheng helped open the lid of the inkstone.

Zhang Xiaobei dipped a brush in ink, and then wrote on the blank red paper the words 'Nian Feng Life and Boundless Happiness'.

"It's so well written, it's so well written. Lin Zheng picked up the next couplet that Zhang Xiaobei had just written on the table and looked at it closely, "This is really the wealth of the calligraphy world."

"I said Lin Zheng, your reaction is even more exaggerated than mine. Yang Gao on the side said, "Do you need to make such a fuss about the calligraphy written by a child, you used to be a well-known calligrapher." ”

"You don't understand, you don't understand. Lin Zheng shook his head, "Compared with his handwriting, my handwriting looks like it was written by a child." ”

Lin Zheng put down the red paper in his hand and said to Zhang Xiaobei: "Since you gave me this couplet, the gift is still exchanged." ”

He took out a wooden box from his bag, "I'm going to give you a gift too." It's like making you a friend. ”

Yang Gao's face changed greatly after seeing the wooden box, and he shouted: "Lin Zheng! Isn't this the Yaxiao I gave you? ”

"Anyway, you've already given it to me, it's what belongs to me, and I can give it to anyone. Lin Zheng argued.

"You!" Yang Gao's face was red, "Who are you giving it to, why are you giving it to a child, this is a Yaxiao!Yaxiao!, what's the point of giving it to someone who doesn't understand music." ”

"I don't know music, so you didn't give it to me. ”

"I am... We've been friends for so many years, that's why I'm sending you. ”

"Okay, I'm done. There is no reason not to send it. ”

Lin Zheng opened the wooden box, took out a brown flute from it and handed it to Zhang Xiaobei.