Zhou Rui looked at Zhou's mother's ecstatic appearance and couldn't help rolling his eyes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He really wanted to ask Zhou's mother, "Mom, aren't you short of money to spend, are you so excited?"

But Zhou Rui didn't ask in the end.

But if you don't ask, you don't ask.

There were some things that Zhou Rui had to pour cold water on Zhou's mother.

"Mom, what do you say? My words won't sell", Zhou Rui will not let his calligraphy become a tool to make money.

He doesn't need to.

Looking at her son's resolute appearance, Zhou's mother wanted to say something, but she didn't say it.

"Okay, mom won't talk about it", Zhou's mother also knew that Zhou Rui didn't need to sell words to live.

But when he heard this, the face of the old man who came to buy words changed.

This does not mean that your plan has failed.

"Little brother, is the price not suitable, we can discuss it again", the old man really wanted to get Zhou Rui's calligraphy.

In addition to giving it to an old friend as a congratulatory gift, he also wants to collect one.

This has nothing to do with whether Zhou Rui is famous or not.

It's the old man, who really likes Zhou Rui's calligraphy.

"Old man, you don't need to say it, my words will not be sold, for me, writing is used to cultivate sentiment, if it is reduced to a tool to make money, what is the fun at all, old man, I don't know if you like calligraphy, but I think, you should be able to understand me", Zhou Rui looked at the old man.

In ancient times, in fact, there were many literati who were forced to make a living, sell calligraphy and paintings, and then subsidize their families.

The famous Zheng Banqiao and Tang Yin seem to have done such things.

It's just that one is for life, and the other is for wine.

For the literati, if it weren't for the helplessness, no one would do it.

Because the soul will not be happy.

This kind of thing may be inconceivable in modern times.

After all, money doesn't make bastards.

But in ancient times, it did.

Think of Cao Xueqin and other literati.

Some people nowadays can only say that they are too focused on money.

Touching porcelain, slandering people・・・・・・

Don't say that Zhou Rui is rich, even if he has no money, as long as he doesn't starve to death.

He will not be reduced to the point of selling words.

・・・・・・

After listening to Zhou Rui's words, the old man couldn't help but nodded.

"You're right, young man, it's me who was wrong," the old man sighed.

"I shouldn't have impressed you with money in the first place, you see how this goes," the old man pondered for a moment.

"I really like your words, I don't want to give it up, how about I exchange this thing with you?" the old man took out a pocket watch from his pocket.

"What is this?" Zhou Rui couldn't help but be stunned.

"This is a pocket watch, although the value is not high, but it is not bad, it is not bad to collect as a gadget, I use this thing, exchange it for a word for you, what do you think", the old man looked at the pocket watch in his hand, and then put it on the table.

"Old man, what are you doing here?" Looking at the pocket watch on the table, Zhou Rui's face couldn't help but change.

"What's the difference between you and giving me money", Zhou Rui looked at the old man, about to take a step back, "Old man, do you really like my words so much?"

"I really like it," the old man nodded.

"That's it, I'll give you a pair of words", Zhou Rui thought for a while and said.

Some people say that Zhou Rui is generous.

In fact, this is not a question of generosity at all.

He only gives to those whom he approves.

For those he doesn't approve, he doesn't change his money.

What's more, Zhou Rui didn't feel how valuable his words were, so it would be clear when he went to his study to see it.

On the desk, in the trash can, all of them are calligraphy practiced by Zhou Rui.

When Zhou Rui is usually fine, he likes to write two.

So the whole room is full of his calligraphy.

A lot.

"Don't", hearing Zhou Rui's words, the old man couldn't help but wave his hand.

"I don't like to accept other people's things for no reason, not to mention, we are not familiar with it", the old man does not like to accept other people's things for no reason, but he does not want to owe Zhou Rui favors because of it.

You know, the money is easy to repay, but the favor is not so easy to repay.

The old man didn't want to owe Zhou Rui a favor.

"This pocket watch, just as I give you a gift, you can give me a pair of calligraphy and paintings."

Zhou Rui nodded, "That's okay, listen to you, it's just right, I haven't practiced calligraphy today, so let's start with you."

"Great, can I go in and have a look?" the old man's face couldn't help but be happy.

"Yes".

Then, Zhou Rui, the old man and Lin Qingya walked into the study.

This study was renovated by Zhou Rui himself.

It used to be a grocery room, and there were a lot of farm tools in it, such as hoes (board stubbornness), nail rakes (grappling hooks), brooms, dustpans, etc., and later Zhou Rui cleaned them up and put them in the hut outside.

At this time, on the floor of the study, there were several blank papers scattered around.

Words are written on the paper.

The old man saw this and picked up one of them.

At this look, my eyes couldn't help but light up.

I saw a poem written on it - the bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground・・・・・・

What made the old man excited was Zhou Rui's words.

"Good words, good words", the old man looked at the words on the paper, his face was full of satisfaction.

This word is even more elegant than the words in the last prescription.

Zhou Rui put the things on the table aside, and then took out a piece of fine rice paper.

"Old man, let's say, what kind of words do you want?" At Zhou Rui's side, Lin Qingya skillfully took out a piece of high-grade ink from a box.

Then he took the stone inkstone and began to grind it.

Unhurried.

It's very regular.

The old man didn't care about appreciating Zhou Rui's words, "My friend is a longevity, so he writes that Fu is like the East China Sea, and his longevity is better than Nanshan."

This is the most commonly used sentence to wish people a birthday.

In fact, it is also an auspicious word.

It's useless.

"Wait a minute", Zhou Rui took the brush, brewed for a while, and then finished it overnight.

It's a pity that the first stroke was a bit too strong.

So it looks very thick.

This also leads to the first word being large.

It's incongruous.

"I'm sorry, let's take another one", for such a thing, Zhou Rui is used to it.

Then, Zhou Rui started writing again.

This time, there are no blemishes.

"How about it?" Zhou Rui asked the old man after the ink had dried.

"Okay", the old man took it from Zhou Rui's hand and looked at it.

At this glance, it is quite satisfying.

At this time, the old man seemed to have thought of something, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"What's wrong", Zhou Rui looked at the other party, something was wrong.

"Mr. Zhou, I still have a reluctant request, I hope you can agree."

"Tell me first."

"That's right, can I pick out a piece of your calligraphy from it," the old man gestured to the trash can next to him.

I couldn't help but blush a little.

"This ・・・・・・ or I'll write you another one", Zhou Rui was speechless.

He was embarrassed to let people pick his discarded works.

Zhou Rui also saw that the other party really liked his calligraphy!

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