When he got up the next day, Zhong Yue didn't plan to watch Jin "monk" write, so he had to buy paper, pen and ink first, otherwise he would read it in vain. After taking a ride, I went to the county seat, ready to buy some paper, pens and ink necessary for practicing calligraphy. At his current level, he doesn't need good ink and inkstone, just use chemical ink.

After all, after giving his uncle 2,000 yuan, he didn't have much money left in his pocket. Zhong Yue went to a stationery store in the county town and asked, "Is there a place that sells rice paper and ink?"

The boss glanced up, "Okay, there is no here, you have to go to Shubaozhai in the city to buy it." ”

"It doesn't have to be too good, it's just ordinary. Zhong Yue smiled, his eyes had already swept to the bottom of the glass window, and he saw what he wanted to buy.

The middle-aged bald little boss put down the teapot in his hand and pointed to the bottom of the counter, "Well, Bai Xuan is five yuan a stack, and felt paper is three yuan a stack." ”

Zhong Yue thought about it, anyway, it was all used for practice, and all paper was the same, so he said, "Feel paper." ”

The boss sneered, and said in his heart that this poor and sour look, what kind of calligraphy is there, it is better to buy a few sausages to eat if you have money.

"Wow. ”

The felt paper in the plastic bag was thrown on the counter, raising a puff of dust, apparently a long-standing backlog of goods that could not be sold.

"Is that all there is to it?"

The bookstore owner who had just sat down smiled and said, "How much more do you want?"

"Twenty stacks. ”

"Really?"

Zhong Yue saw the bald boss's surprised look and smiled: "Is this really fake?"

"This felt paper is eleven stacks, since you really want to buy it, this decree counts you as a stack of four pieces, make up nine stacks, is it done?"

Zhong Yue didn't care if he thought about it, in fact, the size of this stack of paper was very small, at most more than one foot, eight sheets were comparable to the kind of four-foot large rice paper, but it didn't matter if it was used for practice, it was much more convenient than going to the city to go to the city.

"What about ink, is there a place to sell ink?"

The boss happily pulled out the tattered, dusty ink.

"One Got Pavilion, twenty-one bottles. This Cao Sugong is cheaper, only nine yuan. Oh, this ink is of poor quality and is not recommended for you to buy. ”

Zhong Yue glanced at the three kinds of ink on the counter, to be honest, this Cao Sugong and Yidege are also the best ink brands in the chemical ink, but according to the way Jin "monk" writes, these two hundred and fifty milliliters of ink, it is estimated that he will have to finish it in two days, and the kind of inferior ink that the bookstore owner does not recommend is very in line with Zhong Yue's current situation, this large glass bottle, with a full amount of five hundred milliliters, is very practical.

"Boss, what's the price of this bottle?"

"Uh...... Three bucks. ”

Zhong Yue smiled, "I want it, bring three bottles." ”

The bald boss flicked his long hair to the middle and said with a wry smile: "To be honest, it's really rare to buy a bargain like you, little brother." Nowadays, who still writes calligraphy, except for those calligraphy masters, or a little doll of seven or eight years old, you are in your early twenties, and then you want to practice calligraphy, but it will be too late. ”

"Hehe, a hobby, a hobby. Zhong Yue scavenged the five or six years of rotten goods in the bookstore, and finally the boss felt that he could talk, and specially stuffed him with a few tattered pig brushes, but Zhong Yue was embarrassed.

"Little brother will come back in the future. The boss grinned and flicked the hundred-dollar bill in his pocket.

"Pick up the money? ”

"It's nothing, I sold those rotten goods from a few years ago, and I feel happy, and I don't know if the ink stinks......"

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"Yo, isn't this our Zhong Da talent, I am fortunate to appreciate our small county?"

Zhong Yue looked sideways, and slowly rolled down the window from a Volkswagen, and a ruffian with sunglasses put the flower arm on the door.

"Zhang Zichao?"

"Eh, it's really an honor for someone to be remembered by Zhong Dacai. The car slowly approached. Zhong Yue glanced at the car, and the woman sitting on the side turned her head away.

Zhang Zichao sneered: "Xiaoqian, what are you doing, don't say hello when you see your old classmates?"

Ye Xiaoqian and Zhang Zichao were both classmates of Zhong Yue in high school, and it was a coincidence that Ye Xiaoqian wrote him a love letter when he was in high school, and Zhong Yue was still immersed in his studies at that time, and he didn't think about falling in love at all, so he directly rejected Ye Xiaoqian. In the next two years, Ye Xiaoqian invited him to go out several times, as well as birthday parties or something, but he refused.

However, Zhang Zichao has never given up the pursuit of Ye Xiaoqian, but at that time, he thought Zhang Zichao was a ruffian, and he didn't look so handsome as Zhong Yue, so he never agreed, but he didn't expect time to pass, and in a blink of an eye, the cute girl was already sitting in the passenger seat of this ruffian.

"Finally, the old classmates met, in this way, Zhong Dacai, I will be the east, let's go down to the restaurant and rub it. Xiaoqian, what's wrong? What kind of temper are you making, Zhong Yue, don't you know each other?"

"Hehe, no need, I still have some things, let's get together another day. Zhong Yue felt that the atmosphere in the car was a little embarrassing, and hurriedly refused.

"Yo, this bottle and can, Zhong Dacai still has the leisure to practice calligraphy! ”

Zhong Yue heard the mockery in Zhang Zichao's tone, and he was not angry, "It's okay, I just have time to practice my hands." That's it, I went first. ”

"No, where are you going, I'll send you. ”

Zhong Yue turned around and left, "No need. ”

When Zhong Yue walked away, the window slowly rose. Zhang Zichao smiled triumphantly and grabbed the head of the beautiful woman on the side, "What's the matter?

"Am I getting along with him?"

Zhang Zichao held the steering wheel and sneered: "That's because he doesn't look down on you." Look at that virtue, he also practices calligraphy, he can be promising, my chapter Zichao's name is written upside down!"

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Zhong Yue bought some fruit, and while it was still early, he wanted to go to the county hospital to see his mother. To be honest, Zhong Yue hated Pan Yuefeng who ruthlessly abandoned his father and son, but with the passage of time, Zhong Yue, who is now an adult, still has some concerns about the only relative in the world, especially when he heard that his mother was sick and hospitalized.

"Hello, what bed does Pan Yuefeng live in?"

The nurse at the front desk looked through the bed records, shook her head, and said, "I'm sorry, there's no one you're looking for here." ”

Zhong Yue frowned, "How come, I was only admitted to the hospital two days ago, you can look for it again?"

The nurse looked at it carefully.

"There's really no one you're looking for. ”

Zhong Yue clenched the plastic bag in his hand, was his brother-in-law really deceiving him?