Zhong Yue doesn't like Luo Suli's personality very much, and can only say that he admires it.

Such a maverick personality who dares to love and hate will not be able to integrate into society after all.

Perhaps, he has his own pursuits. The rice paper of the calligraphy club, after all, was not picked up, Zhong Yue used such a high-intensity paper, he was embarrassed, after eating lunch, he left the school and went to Dexuanzhai to come back.

In early summer, the afternoon sun makes people sweat behind their backs. Beauty-loving ladies, holding sun umbrellas and exposing their long white legs, come and go on the sidewalk. Zhong Yue held a knife of rice paper, and passed by Frey Square with pen and ink in some two hundred and five places.

The three fried chicken restaurants on Frey Square are full of fragrance. One newly opened is not very popular, and the other two have long formed a competition with each other, pulling banners, as if they want to do a big job.

Buy big chicken chops and get milk tea, the original price is fifteen, the current price is twelve!

Buy 2 Chicken Steak Get 1 Free!The boss is going crazy!

Zhong Yue smiled, these merchants, in order to grab customers, are really crazy.

The two here are hot, the chicken steak restaurant around the corner, but there is no movement, the store is a little small, the current chicken chop restaurant is like this, there is no seat for guests to eat, only a public leisure area surrounded by a dozen small shops, covered by a few sun umbrellas, and a few old wooden tables and chairs are placed sporadically.

"Hey, classmate, come here. ”

Zhong Yue was stunned for a moment, "Huh?

Uncle Chicken Chop with a turban beckoned and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, come here." ”

Zhong Yue was confused, "Uncle, I just had a meal, and I don't eat chicken cutlets." ”

"No, I'm looking for you to do something. ”

"Uncle, I don't deliver takeaways......"

Zhong Yue had met a strange merchant before, and he had to let him deliver food by the way, he was really speechless.

"No, no, no, I see that you are carrying paper and ink brushes, you should be able to write calligraphy, right?"

"Uncle, my handwriting is ugly. Zhong Yue said bluntly. The font of the lacquer book is not appreciated by ordinary people, it is not that Zhong Yue belittles himself, but that the lacquer book is too niche.

Uncle smiled, "It's okay, it's okay, our chicken steak shop, what kind of taste do you want?" Now it's difficult to find someone who can write calligraphy, uncle, if I didn't know how to write, I would have written it myself." ”

"That's fine. Zhong Yue looked at the red banner and hesitated again, "Uncle, you bought this, right? Why don't you just find an advertising design studio to make a banner?"

It was already a little more than a point, and the business in the store had faded, so the uncle poured Zhong Yue a glass of chilled sour plum juice and said: "This advertising banner is all a template, in this era, if you want to attract people's attention, how can you use the same thing? ”

"Makes sense. Zhong Yue nodded, sat under the sun umbrella, put down the rice paper, and then carried it again, this table was so oily that the kraft paper wrapped outside absorbed the oil.

"Young man, don't be bold and write. Uncle is optimistic about you!"

Zhong Yue was still worried that his uncle would not be able to accept the lacquer book, so he took out his mobile phone and took out a few lacquer book works, "Uncle, take a look at my font style, if you can't accept it, please ask another master." ”

The uncle glanced at the picture in Zhong Yue's mobile phone, and his eyes lit up, "That's why it's so ugly!"

“……”

When Zhong Yue heard this, he didn't know whether to be happy, or should he be like someone Luo, take out a Tibetan knife and fight with the chicken steak boss......

The uncle brought a bucket of yellow paint and said happily: "It's going to trouble the little classmates." ”

"Okay. Zhong Yue picked up the pig hair brush, dipped it in the paint, helped people to the end, and sent the Buddha to heaven......

"Eh, little classmate, I see that you have a brush in your plastic bag, so how much does it cost, I bought it, and you use this brush to write. ”

Zhong Yue smiled, "Boss, this is a big banner, my pen is not big enough, you can't let me paint it little by little, right?"

"Isn't it true that all calligraphy is written like this?"

"Don't worry, with this brush, I can write too. Zhong Yue scraped the paint almost like it didn't drip off, and put a few scrap newspapers under the red banner, "What to write?"

"Chicken steak with attitude, just don't drop the price!"

……

……

Zhong Yue returned to the bedroom with chicken steak and sour plum soup with some sadness.

Originally, he was looking forward to the future of calligraphy being famous all over the world and selling tens of thousands of square feet, but the ideal is very plump and the reality is very skinny......

"Whew, I'm tired. Do you eat chicken cutlets?"

Zhong Yue sat on the bed and threw the rice paper on the table.

Gong Chuan sniffed, "Ah Yue, how do you know that I haven't eaten?"

Zhong Yue smiled, "Eat, I've already eaten, and this sour plum soup will be given to you too." ”

Gong Chuan held a bamboo skewer and happily ate chicken steak while playing a mobile game, "Ah Yue, your tissue is big enough." ”

"Fuck your sister's tissue, it's rice paper!"

Gong Chuan laughed, "Nonsense, I'm not blind." It's just a squeeze on you, you, don't learn those literary men, what kind of calligraphy do you practice, we are all rough men in engineering, we can play games and basketball, that's enough to pick up girls. By the way, you have to be able to repair computers. ”

Zhong Yue rolled his eyes at Gong Chuan, "Today's weekend, why don't you go to tutor your little sister?"

"There is still half a month to go before the high school entrance examination, and no matter how high-intensity counseling is, it is not good, I told her on the weekend, so that she can relax herself. ”

"Haha, doesn't the red-haired brother take her to eat, drink and have fun?" Zhong Yue also tasted a chicken steak, and it tasted good.

Gong Chuan rolled his eyes, "Get out! ”

"I'm not innocent. ”

"What you mean and tone, it's that I kidnapped my little sister!"

Zhong Yue took out a tissue and wiped his hands, "Stop, I didn't say that, you said it yourself." ”

"Ah Yue, you're dead!" Gong Chuan said, pounced.

Zhong Yue stiffened up with a carp and jumped up directly, "Don't make trouble, I have to get down to business." ”

"Write calligraphy?"

"Go to the library. ”

Gong Chuan's eyes widened, "You're dying, can you go to the library?"

"you, I'm a scholar, why can't I go?"

……

Zhong Yue walked around the library, collected basic materials about the ancient texts of the Ming Dynasty and the collection of Wen Zhengming, and prepared to "prescribe the right medicine".

To be honest, Chinese culture is really a big science, if you really want to reach the point of learning rich and five cars, and then deal with Wen Zhengming's investigation, this is not much easier than practicing calligraphy by yourself, on the contrary, it is more difficult. The ancients had been reading poetry and books for ten years, and they could only go to high school with such hard work, and what ability did they have to reach such a state in a short time?

Zhong Yue leaned on the back of the chair and rummaged through Wen Zhengming's life, and he still gained something.

He found an astonishing piece of information, that is, Wenheng Mountain Township tried ten times, but failed to pass!