The usury thing made Zhong Yue confused, thinking that the fake one must not be true, he didn't borrow it at all, where did he come from to collect debts. Although the school did not call again after receiving the answer that Zhong Yue did not borrow money, Han Jianguo still felt in his heart that this student who had only met once or twice was not a serious person.

What does the school think, Zhong Yue can't control it for the time being, after returning home, he began to practice calligraphy with peace of mind, and now the opportunity to observe the Jin Nong lacquer book has expired, and Zhong Yue can only rely on his own comprehension.

He copied and practiced calligraphy, and he didn't need any calligraphy at all, and the maturity of his penmanship only required him to have something to write about, which was enough. A four-foot Xuan was spread out, just enough to spread out on the camphor wood long table he bought, Zhong Yue squeezed some ink on the porcelain plate, and began endless cultivation.

Now Zhong Yue does not lack the slightest flaw in his penmanship, but when he lifts the pen, whether he can put what he wants to express in his heart on the paper.

My heart is my pen.

This sentence is just five words, but it is not easy to do.

When I'm upset, how should the words on the paper be expressed? Is it a deliberate mess of the glyphs? It seems too contrived.

When you're happy, is it the lightness of the brushstrokes? It doesn't seem to be.

A four-foot large xuan, starting with the text at the head of the letter A, is written to a small part of the beginning of the letter B.

Zhong Yue casually threw it on the ground, put down his pen, and thought carefully.

Asking himself, Zhong Yue felt that the work on the ground did not satisfy him very much. It's not that there is a problem with the content, the Jinnong lacquer book is originally an extension of the official book, and there is no obvious connection between the words, and there may be, but it is only an implied echo, which has nothing to do with what is written in the content.

"Maybe it's not enough for yourself, so you have to use content as a carrier. ”

Zhong Yue cheered up and pulled out a new piece of rice paper. The best way to brew inner emotions is to memorize poems, the ancients melted between poems, with the help of poetry as a carrier, to express their inner feelings.

In "Water Tune Song Head", he sent the thoughts of relatives and friends from afar, lamented the mixed flavors of life, Zhong Yue's mood was ups and downs, and he used a pen to write his inner feelings on rice paper.

When is the bright moon?

Ask the sky for wine.

Zhong Yue slowly put down his pen, and the vast picture in his heart unfolded. The stars are dark and the moon is bright, the cold wind is green, and the wine is looking at the moon, what kind of lonely and vast state of mind should this be.

The pen comes from the heart.

The style of lacquer calligraphy, Zhong Yue can master the penmanship, but he cannot be recognized by Jin Nong, which is the defect of the soul of calligraphy. A good work is bound to be expressive. The paints and inks used in the works of those masters are almost the same, but the content expressed is to make these ordinary paints and inks become lines with soul and beauty.

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be cold in the high places.

One stroke at a time, Zhong Yue tried his best to forget the ups and downs between the strokes, and poured his heart into the work.

After writing Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Head", and reciting Jia Xuan's "Breaking the Array", the kind of slaughter and heroism of the general's battlefield battle, and the sad sense of loss in the twilight of the year to the end, the pen in Zhong Yue's hand has been jumping on the paper with his mood.

His words must be stubborn and hard, and they must be so resolute that they would rather bend!

The mobile phone that was charged in the corner and turned on automatically kept flickering on and off, one after another, and I don't know if Zhong Yue pressed the mute, and no sound came out.

After the two works were completed, Zhong Yue's wrist was already slightly sore.

Zhong Yue entered the system and was surprised to find that the proficiency of the penmanship system had reached 96%, and it seemed that he was working in the right direction!

However, the task of getting Jin Nong to recognize the work is still dark gray, indicating that it still does not meet the expected standards. He looked at the black figure, "My heart is my pen, Mr. Dongxin, I will work hard." ”

He quit the system and didn't eat, so he was going to Zhang Laifu's house to learn how to make pens.

"Master, do you have anything to eat?"

Seeing Zhong Yue's haggard look, Zhang Laifu walked over with a bowl of rice, "What are you doing here?"

"Learn to make a pen. ”

"Look at the sky, you're going crazy. Zhang Laifu scolded with a smile.

Only then did Zhong Yue remember, it turned out that it was already dark......

He picked up the sparkling rice and ate it in a hurry.

Zhang Laifu moved a small bamboo chair and sat at the door smoking a cigarette, "Actually, you don't have to come here every day now, the craftsmanship is handed over to you, this set of tools, which was taught to you by the master, was originally intended to be brought into the grave, and now it can come in handy, you can take it back." ”

Zhong Yue took a sip of rice soup, and his hunger made everything he eat fragrant, "It's better to let you go here, it's better to come over like this every day and let you give you pointers than to think about it myself." ”

In fact, at Zhang Laifu's age, as a lonely old man, he lacks nothing, and the most lacking thing is someone who can accompany him to chat, Zhong Yue would rather spend some effort every day to go to Zhang Laifu's house to learn how to make pens, and there are some things to talk about, rather than take Zhang Laifu's set of skills, and never come and go again.

Zhang Laifu smiled, "If you want to come over, it's okay." Two days ago, I went to hug two old rabbits, and I asked someone to send the meat to Daguang, I soaked this fur, and you will take care of it yourself when Ming'er comes, and then don't let me knock you on the head with a pen. ”

"Master, have you ever encountered a bottleneck in learning a craft?"

"Bottleneck? hehe, bottleneck. Zhang Laifu took out a new cigarette, slammed it twice, docked Mars, and clamped it in his hand, "Things that come naturally are all things that come naturally, practice makes perfect, and the bottleneck is that you don't want to go further, so you pull it out." ”

He stretched out his thin finger, "Look at my joints, when I was in the pen factory, the joints were all worn out and bleeding, what should I do? Our group of apprentices have survived like this, there is no way, the pen factory is eighty yuan a month, how can there be such a stable income outside?"

"It seems that my experience is too shallow. ”

"Hey, you have fart experience, at my age like you, how can I think of so many twists and turns, just bury my head and do it. ”

Zhong Yue smiled, "Master, I want to go to the mountains tomorrow." ”

"What are you doing up the mountain?"

"Practice calligraphy. ”

Zhang Laifu took a deep puff of his cigarette, "Do you want me to go up the mountain with you?"

"No, I want to be quiet. ”

"Be careful, the mountains are not a joke. ”

Zhong Yue nodded, "It's in Xiaohe Mountain, and I don't go to the deep mountains and old forests." ”

"Well, you can go with confidence. Remember to stay closer, don't be stupid, and go into the old forest. ”

"Little Lotus Mountain, a big fart place, it's going to be fine. ”

Zhang Laifu got up and sighed: "I haven't been so worried about it for a long time, I'll go get you some bacon and steamed buns." ”

Under the incandescent lamp, Zhang Laifu's figure was stretched out.