The long road back to his hometown was a stone road before, and in the two years that Zhong Yue was away, it had been poured into an asphalt road. The car was driving down the road, and the car was playing the laid-back and cheerful tune of Young Dumb & Broke. Zhong Yue drove the car, and the old driver who got his driver's license during the summer vacation can now easily control this black bull.

"If this road is not repaired, I really dare not drive over. ”

Gu Qin, who was sitting on the side, smiled and said, "What's the matter, I'm afraid that the chassis will be scratched by stones?"

Zhong Yue smiled, turned up the sound of the stereo a little louder, stepped on the accelerator, and sped away.

Daping Township is changing rapidly, just like the elimination of backward things in this era, changing with each passing day. A few years ago, there were not many private cars in the township, but there were already many people listening to cars outside. Zhong Yue drove the car outside the peach forest. After the heat has subsided, the peach leaves are flourishing, and at first glance they are fruitful. The old mansion that hides the depths is still there.

"Do you remember three years ago, when you were carrying a bag and first arrived?"

Gu Qin smiled: "At that time, you were still guarding the door and refused to let us in." ”

"It's not Wang Dashan, worried about my stone tablet?"

Gu Qin thought back and asked, "By the way, what's going on with the back of that borrowed stone tablet?"

Zhong Yue smiled, "The thing was returned to its original owner, and it was sealed behind the house by me." He opened the trunk of the car and carried the ingredients from the supermarket, "Let's go inside." ”

"Why did you refuse to participate in the National Exhibition? This is a good opportunity, and with your current calligraphy level and fame, there is no problem at all to win the gold medal at the National Exhibition?"

"In the past, when Mr. Liu was alive, he taught me a lot, a national exhibition competition, whether to participate or not, there is no meaning for me, it is still a meaningless thing, so why do it? It is better to make a dinner. ”

During this time, Zhong Yue found that the more deliberately he pursued the sand in the clouds, the more he could not reach the Holy Realm. He could feel that once the sand in the clouds could leave traces, that would be the day he reached the holy realm of calligraphy and painting. If he sees the clues, then he is not so anxious.

Mr. Liu's original writing on the rough-edged paper "Yiyi Dongwang" was to tell him to look at his life's achievements, rather than overnight gains and losses, then, now he has been struggling for several years for the spread of calligraphy and painting, after the East China Young Artists Alliance is on the right track, it is time to quiet down and find his own life.

With clear soup and pork ribs stewed on the cassette stove, Zhong Yue sat on the stone well behind the house, which had been welded with copper nails, but now the corners were rusty and mottled. It's all like yesterday. Mo Yun slowly penetrated to the bottom of the well, and the stone tablet that had been reassembled lay quietly at the bottom of the well.

The Nine Potentials of the Divine Man have now become a part of Zhong Yue's body, and they have long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

The road of calligraphy is endless, Zhong Yue looked at Xiaohe Mountain, there are too many memories left here.

"What are you doing sitting there? Come over and eat. ”

Zhong Yue looked at the appearance of tying up her hair and rolling up her sleeves, and smiled slightly, how many people have lived as life should be, even if she used to show off her flowers and branches, and she looked like she didn't eat the fireworks of the world.

"Okay, here we are. Zhong Yue used Mo Yun to conceive the remnant stone again, got up and went over to eat.

"Today, the president of the Keihoku Book Association called to congratulate me. ”

"Hmm. ”

Gu Qin continued: "The three major academies in Bashu, as well as the Qingteng School of Calligraphy in Shaoxing and Lingnan Printing Studies, have all sent congratulatory messages to congratulate you on your election as president, saying that you will come to visit you another day. ”

"Hmm. ”

Gu Qin was eating, looked at Zhong Yue's flat face, and said, "You won't say more?"

Zhong Yue raised his head, paused for a moment, and asked, "Tomorrow is the ninth day of the first month, right?"

"How?"

"Go to the grave and worship the ancestors. ”

“……”

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It rained heavily that night.

Gu Qin got up and saw Zhong Yue standing by the window watching the rain, so he walked over and asked, "Why did you get up again?"

Zhong Yue grabbed Gu Qin's hand and said with a smile: "You go back to sleep, I'll come later." ”

Gu Qin hugged Zhong Yue's waist a little lazily, leaned on his arms, and said, "Do you know, Zhong Yue?"

"Huh?"

"I envy the one thing you did to Youwei the most. ”

Zhong Yue glanced at Gu Qin and listened to the sound of rain outside the window, "What about Japan looking for someone?"

Gu Qin shook his head and said, "No." ”

"Just say it. Zhong Yue will not seem very weak now, because he told Gu Qin everything about his affairs in Japan, of course, there are some unnecessary troubles, but he still chooses to hide it.

"When I was in the Youth Palace, I saw her playing the piano in it, and you were writing a book on the side, and that kind of scene of getting along well was what I envied the most. ”

"Fool, then, don't you get along with me when you paint on the mountain?"

Gu Qin's eyes rolled his eyes, "But if you paint together, you can always devote yourself to painting, and I ...... I'm always bothered by you. ”

Zhong Yue looked down, rubbed his chin slightly, and said, "Blame me......"

After Gu Qin fell asleep, Zhong Yue still stood at the window, like an old monk watching the sky at night, watching the pouring rain until the rain subsided, and he still stood like this.

Perhaps for calligraphy and painting, the understanding of yin and yang creation is worth Zhong Yue's lifelong pursuit, but Wu Daozi and the crown and poor Danqing, Zhang Xu became holy in his thirties, how did they do it?

He was still wandering and groping in the sand table and by the window, and the branch that Zhang Xu handed over to him still failed to draw a trace in the sand table.

This heavy rain came quite unquietly. Zhong Yue kept staring at the lightning in the middle of the sky, trying to find inspiration in it.

He closed his eyes and opened the world of ink, hoping to capture some inspiration from the rain that had gradually subsided.

The rain gradually stopped, but the thunder continued.

The deeper and farther the Moyun world became, a never-ending spread, which made Zhong Yue feel slim, and after extending to the edge of the sky, he felt retreating and unwilling.

Where is the Holy Realm?

Between the clouds?

Sandbox?

Or is it the edge of the boundless sky?

"Follow your heart. Zhong Yue slowly withdrew the Nine Potentials of the Divine Man, as if he had made the decision to return to the foot of Xiaohe Mountain, but this time, he still chose to return and return to his original intention.

When he looked at the sand in the clouds again, it seemed to merge with the sky, and once again reality and illusion merged.

"If calligraphy is written by a person's heart, then ...... Why should I care about this meaningless sand?"

Syllable.

Zhong Yue knocked the sand table over in the clouds and walked away......

Behind him, the Dharma book stood up, and the ink rhyme turned into a mellow Tai Chi.