Chapter 64 Hu Congwu

Although the town is small, it has all kinds of organs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After taking a tricycle from Wu Xun's former residence, the tour guide gave an address, and then followed behind on his bicycle, and walked around the town to a building that looked like an ancient inn.

Wang Yao paid for the car and looked at this inn, there were no signs and banners.

"I want to go to the cemetery, it looks like it's tomorrow. Mr. Big got out of the car and knocked on his waist and smiled.

"Are you okay?" Wang Yao was a little nervous, after all, he was a centenarian.

"It's okay, it's just a little tiring after a day of standing. Mr. Big waved his hand.

"They all said that you had a good rest in the hotel. Wang Yao said.

"It's hard to come out, why don't you see the great mountains and rivers?" Mr. Big smiled disapprerovingly, and bought a bag of fried chestnuts at the small shop next to him, "This thing is delicious." ”

Wang Yao smiled.

After a while, the tour guide came over on a bicycle, made a call at the door, the innkeepers opened, and a middle-aged woman greeted her, and said a few words to the tour guide and looked at Wang Yao, "Come in." ”

Wang Yao followed into the house and found that this was also a teahouse and a small stage.

"This used to be an inn, but then it was converted into a teahouse, and it was recently renovated, so it is closed. The tour guide introduced.

On the second floor, they are all old-style wings, and the doors are closed, but Wang Yao still keenly smells the aroma of books, and the collection of books on the second floor will not be less than Xu Feng.

The middle-aged woman led Wang Yao to the last room and knocked on the door.

"Enter. An old voice came from inside.

Listening to this voice, Wang Yao could determine that this old man would not be younger than Jin Wensheng.

The middle-aged woman pushes open the door. Inside was a study with calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and a thin old man in a long robe and horse coat sat on the edge of the bed, holding a dictionary, as if comparing the manuscripts on the table.

"Uncle Hu, are you busy?" the tour guide greeted familiarly.

"Can't you see it?" The old man put down the dictionary, glanced at the tour guide, and then looked at the stranger in the room, his eyes swept over Wang Yao's face and then looked at Jin Wensheng, and finally stopped at Mr. Big's face for a moment.

"Uncle Hu, these three friends are from the south, and they are here to study Master Wuxun. The tour guide smiled and said, "I'll bring you a competition." ”

"You're taking care of your own business. Uncle Hu snorted lightly, and the tour guide smiled.

Uncle Hu got up and arched his hand at Mr. Big, "Where are you from?"

At this age, you can naturally see at a glance who is the backbone.

"People in the mountains and wilderness, accompany the younger generations to walk around. Mr. Big smiled and said, "Yes, sir, where are you from?"

Wang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at this Uncle Hu, does Mr. Big know?

Uncle Hu didn't seem surprised, and smiled, "It seems that he is a fellow believer." ”

"Oh, no, I'm a dead man. Mr. Big waved his hand, "Can you sit? ”

"Please. Uncle Hu made a gesture of please.

Mr. Big sat on the stool and pulled Jin Wensheng by the way.

"Aren't you going home for dinner?" Uncle Hu glanced at the tour guide.

The tour guide paused for a moment, smiled goodbye, Wang Yao followed out, and gave the tour guide a hundred yuan at the door, "Thank you, big brother." ”

The tour guide who took the money smiled and left a phone call to Wang Yao, "Little brother, there is something to find me, there is nothing in Liulin Town that I can't handle." ”

Wang Yao smiled and returned to the house.

"Your books are all good things, isn't this thing sold?" said Mr. Big, pointing to the books on the table.

Uncle Hu got up and smiled, "The guests are too much." ”

"You're a student of Zhang Boju. Mr. Big said with a smile.

Uncle Hu's expression changed, like a frightened rabbit, and he looked at Mr. Big nervously.

"Don't be nervous, it's all the new dragon country. Mr. Big smiled and waved his hand, "What do you call it?"

"In the lower Hu never nothing. Hu Congwu arched his hand, and he looked like a literati.

"How many years have you been hiding here?" asked Mr. Big with a smile.

Wang Yao looked at Mr. Big as if he was interrogating the spy, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"What do you call it?" asked Hu Congwu with a frown.

"A dead man has no name, you can call me Mr. Big. Mr. Big chuckled.

"Aren't you Lu Xun?" Hu Congwu said sarcastically.

"I've actually met him. Mr. Big chuckled and said, "I'm very familiar with Zhang Boju, don't believe it, look at this." ”

As he spoke, Mr. Big touched the sleeve of his robe and found a mark.

After Hu Cong picked it up without doubt, his face changed instantly, and he looked at Mr. Big incredulously, "How can you have my teacher's seal!"

The personal seal is a small seal carried by literati in the past, which is used to stamp calligraphy and painting or contract contracts at will, and is a very important seal.

Usually this kind of seal is buried with the author.

"I asked him for it back then. Mr. Big smiled.

Hu Congwu looked at Mr. Big with more and more consternation.

"This Mr. Hu, the junior Wang Yao. Wang Yao opened his mouth to say hello, "It's a student, please take the liberty to visit, please bear with me." ”

Hu Congwu came back to his senses and glanced at Wang Yao, but ignored him, and continued to ask Mr. Big, "Who are you?"

"It's said to be a dead man. Mr. Big frowned slightly, "I just saw that you were hanging his words, and he just had a few more words, and it was this kid who came to visit you this time." ”

The calligraphy hanging in this room was unsigned and sealed, and Mr. Big could tell at a glance that it was Zhang Boju's, which made Hu Congwu a little unbelievable.

Zhang Boju's most famous bird feather calligraphy is well-known in the world, but these characters are all cursive, so they can be recognized, which can only show that Mr. Big and Zhang Boju himself must be very familiar, but there is still his private seal.

Hu Congwu is sixty-eight years old this year, he is already an old man, he studied under Zhang Boju, his family teacher died more than ten years ago, and now there is an acquaintance of the master, which is too terrifying.

But seeing that Mr. Big didn't want to say more, Hu Congwu didn't ask more, but the identities of the three people, Hu Congwu still looked at Wang Yao with some apprehension, "What's the matter with you?"

"The junior is a student who wants to write a book for Mr. Wu Xun to collect materials. Wang Yao said.

"Why do you want to write martial arts? Don't you know if you can't move this subject?" Hu Congwu frowned.

"Why?" Wang Yao was stunned, very puzzled.

"The ban on this subject has been lifted. Jin Wensheng spoke.

Hu Congwu glanced at Jin Wensheng: "I see that you are a little familiar?"

"I used to read everywhere in my early years. Jin Wensheng laughed.

"No wonder, there is an impression. Hu Congwu nodded, "So this is your disciple?"

"Yes. Jin Wensheng nodded, "But he wants to write a book of opera." ”

"You wait. Hu Congwu said nothing to Wang Yao, then rummaged through the bookshelves in the house, and finally found a dusty book, patted it, turned two pages and handed it to Wang Yao, "This is what I compiled some of the locals' evaluations of martial arts in my early years." ”

"That's it?" Mr. Big glanced at the book, which was only a hundred pages.

Hu Congwu was silent for a moment, "The others are burned." ”

Wang Yao frowned and thanked Hu Congwu, "Thank you." ”

"Just watch it here, don't take it out. Hu Congwu nodded.

"Can you copy a copy?" said Wang Yao.

"Whatever you want. Hu never let go of the desk.

Wang Yao expressed his gratitude, took out the manuscript paper and inkstone from his backpack, and looked at the book while studying ink for a hundred years.

Looking at the things that Wang Yao was carrying, and then looking at Wang Yao's age, Hu Cong had no intention of having a good impression, after all, there are very few young people who can write calligraphy now, and they also carry the four treasures of the study, "What major are you studying?"

"I studied opera. Wang Yao replied with a smile.

"I've heard that people now write pen and pen characters. Hu never brushed his beard.

"Well, but I'm used to writing calligraphy. Wang Yao smiled, "Sir, the accent doesn't look like a local." ”

"Well, I moved here during the war. Hu Congwu glanced at the big gentleman who was wandering around the room, "These two are your masters?"

"Yes. Wang Yao nodded and said, "Mr. Big has a strange personality, please forgive me." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare, this gentleman is extraordinary, but he doesn't see the twilight, there is a divine light in his eyes, and his voice is like a cow moo, and he is a great person. Hu Congwu whispered a compliment.

Wang Yao pursed the corners of his mouth, "Mr. Hu is the same, a gentleman is like water, tolerant and generous." ”

Hu Congwu smiled: "How do you think of Mr. Wu Xun? As far as I know, this person is not popular, not as good as those revolutionary righteous soldiers." ”

"It is precisely because this great man is not known that I want to write a biography for him. Wang Yao said softly.

"There used to be a director who came here to shoot martial arts, but then the movie was criticized very badly, and he almost suffered a prison sentence, and no one dared to mention this name again. Hu Cong was silent and regretful.

"And this?" Wang Yao was stunned, he really didn't know that anyone had studied martial arts.

"The earliest film director of the Dragon Kingdom, a great director who has laid the foundation for today's films, is named Sun Yu. Hu Congwu sighed and said, "His movie "The Road", Nie Er participated in the composition, when filming "The Legend of Wu Xun", Premier Zhou and General Zhu De both attended the premiere, and he and Premier Zhou were classmates. ”

Wang Yao was shocked, he didn't find out about this kind of thing.

Looking at Wang Yao's stunned expression, Hu Congwu smiled, "Also, it's been fifty years, who still remembers those things?"

Hu Congwu's wrinkled face carried an unspeakable helplessness.

Wang Yao pursed the corners of his mouth, didn't make a sound, and began to copy silently.

This book writes about the later evaluations and deeds of many students who went out of the private school of martial arts, and from these other people's accounts, a great personality is being formed in Wang Yao's mind.

After reading Wang Yao's transcription for a while, Hu Congwu did not continue to do his own thing, but opened the window, lit a cigarette stick, and began to swallow clouds and smoke.

In modern times, when cigarettes have disappeared, it is quite rare for people to smoke big cigarettes with cigarette sticks.

Wang Yao copied very quickly, before the sun set.