Xiatang Village is not far from the county seat, because of the geographical relationship, the conditions in the village are much better than those in Daping Township, and a cement road into the village is built smoothly and neatly, which looks particularly conspicuous.

Zhong Yue hadn't been here for many years, since one time, his mother took him back to his parents' house, and the indifference in the eyes of his grandparents left him with a lot of childhood shadows. After finding out the address from the villagers, Zhong Yue groped his way into the village and knocked on the iron door with some peeling red paint.

"Who!"

Zhong Yue saw the hunched old man in front of him, just like ten years ago, those eagle eyes made people feel that there was no kindness at all.

"I, Zhong Yue. ”

The old man crutched his cane, frowned, and said, "What are you doing here!"

"Uncle said......"

"Who's related to you?"

Zhong Yue took a deep breath, looked through the iron door, and said: "Pan Wei said, my mother is sick and is hospitalized in the county hospital, but I went to the county hospital and there is no record of hospitalization, so I want to ask, what is going on?"

"Xiao Yue?" A middle-aged woman came out of the house, and when she saw Zhong Yue outside the iron gate, her eyes were full of surprise, and she wanted to come over and open the door, but was stopped by the old man.

"What are you doing? You're all about to remarry, and you're still pulling and pulling with your ex-husband's son, aren't you ashamed of me?"

Zhong Yue's heart trembled, getting married? His mother is going to remarry? It turns out that the hospitalization is fake......

He showed a reluctant smile, "Uncle said that you were hospitalized, and he borrowed two thousand yuan, you are fine, and the fruit will be put at the door for you." ”

"Xiao Yue......" Pan Yuefeng ignored the old man's obstruction, went over to open the iron door, looked at Zhong Yue, who was already a head taller than her, and tears couldn't stop flowing, "Mom is sorry for you, the two thousand yuan, Mom will return it to you......"

"No, I don't. Zhong Yue's eyes widened, "When my father died, you didn't come to see me, and in ten years, you haven't visited me at home, what's the use of saying I'm sorry?"

Old man Pan walked out and scolded and said: "Your father is a wasteless waste, he knows how to write a few broken words in the ravine, and he wasted a lot of my daughter's youth, I didn't settle accounts with him, it's good that I didn't settle accounts with him, two thousand yuan? 20,000 yuan is not too much, what else can I pay back!"

"No profit, like Pan Wei, in order to cheat money, curse his sister to be hospitalized for surgery, is it promising?" Zhong Yue sneered.

Old man Pan was on crutches and couldn't speak, and said in his heart that although he was his son, that bastard boy was not a good thing!

"It's better than nesting in a ravine to write broken characters, wanting to be some kind of calligrapher, and daydreaming!"

Zhong Yue smiled.

"My dad likes to write, even if he nests in a ravine for the rest of his life, it's better than fooling around in the county town and not knowing which day someone will be hacked to death. I will let the Zhong family's calligraphy carry forward!"

"Hehe, joke. Calligraphy: How many pounds and taels do you have, I don't know?"

Pan Yuefeng saw the paper and ink in Zhong Yue's hand, and was suddenly stunned, "Xiao Yue, aren't you studying in college? Why are you coming home? Hurry back to school, don't delay your studies." ”

"I'm out of school. ”

"What? Why?"

Zhong Yue looked at his mother's familiar and unfamiliar face, "For what? Don't you know why? Why did you abandon our father and son in the first place, and now I am going to walk to the most shining peak on the road of my father's failure!"

"Heh, sure enough, it's still like your useless father, who will daydream. To be a calligrapher? A college student in a ravine is already a bodhisattva's blessing, and you are still a calligrapher, do you really think that you have time to learn the Dharma at your age? Ah Feng, it's almost there! Over the years, you don't get tired of listening to the gossip in the village, my old ears are calloused! Old woman, go and pull her back. ”

The old woman who walked over pulled Pan Yuefeng back without saying a word.

"Xiaoyue, listen to your mother, go back to school quickly. ”

Zhong Yue looked at the Pan family indifferently, turned around and left. He has never been so eager to learn calligraphy, it seems that from this moment on, the thirst to learn calligraphy burst out from the bottom of his heart, if not for anything else, for his grandfather and father, for those who look down on the Zhong family's calligraphy, for Pan Yuefeng, who left him because of calligraphy, and for the contemptuous eyes of the second elder of the Pan family!

Don't fight for steamed buns, this calligraphy, he has learned!

After returning from Xiatang Village, Zhong Yue sat down at home and once again entered the penmanship cultivation mode.

"Zhong Xiaoyou, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Still on the streets of Yangzhou, or in front of the small table stall on that side, the bladeless pen that was as wide as a brush, and the penmanship of great wisdom and foolishness, slowly moved in Zhong Yue's eyes.

"Master, I'd rather bend than turn, is this also a way to behave in the world?"

NPC Jin Nong smiled slightly and said, "Zhong Xiaoyou can understand the philosophy of life from between the lines, and he does have understanding. Since the prosperity of Kangqian, the calligraphy of the two kings is the right way, how can the calligraphy be attributed to the unification? A hundred flowers bloom, each table a branch, I and Banqiao were born against the trend, from the Han Li, Wei stele to draw heavy style, only then there is a lacquer book, the word is like its person, I hope Zhong Xiaoyou can remember what today's old decay said. ”

Zhong Yue nodded, the words are like his person, this is really good, it seems that this Jinnong lacquer book is really the right choice for him. After watching the one-hour penmanship teaching video of Jin "Monk", Zhong Yue was surprised to find that his proficiency had risen to 13 percent.

Zhong Yue's advantage over others is that he can see the calligraphy master's brushwork, and the mystery of the penmanship cannot be described in words or words.

In the Tang Dynasty, when it was said that the pen was used, it was all used to "draw sand with a cone", "seal mud", "fold hairpin strands", "house leakage marks", "startle snakes into the grass, birds out of the forest", etc., all of which were metaphors, so many brushwork inheritances have been lost.

In later generations, all kinds of brushwork and structure methods became more and more detailed. The metaphors of the Tang Dynasty before were very literary and artistic, but they could not be operated, they could only be understood; later generations sprouted, and the words became more and more detailed, and the operability was not necessarily strong, but often so strict that people were dizzy, and the speakers may not be gone, and of course the hearers were dazed.

The only best way to do that is to look.

This is Zhong Yue's biggest advantage today.

After writing about a stack of felt paper, Zhong Yue felt his wrist sore, and then gave up. He didn't expect that although the penmanship has not yet been fully understood, but for a beginner who has just been in contact with it for a long time, his practice works are already very Jinnong lacquer book charm, which is not only from the glyph, but also the kind of gesture and charm in the bones of calligraphy.

Zhong Yue put down the pen, carefully analyzed the words he had written, and analyzed them seriously, where there were deficiencies, where there were deficiencies, all summed up, although it was time to watch copying today, but he could still discuss the problem with Jin Nong, and ask the old man for advice on some of his confusion and difficulties about lacquer books.

It wasn't until late at night, when Zhong Yue felt groggy and involuntarily collapsed on the bed, that he was surprised to find that today's proficiency in penmanship had actually risen to thirty percent!