Feng Yiming calmed down and said with a smile: "What I want is this hand that looks like a broom drawn with a broom, have you ever heard of Zheng Banqiao?"

"Of course, this is Zheng Banqiao's copybook? impossible, right?"

Feng Yiming shook his head: "Of course not, Zheng Banqiao and several other calligraphers and painters are called Yangzhou Eight Monsters, one of them is called Jin Nong, who works in poetry and calligraphy, and his calligraphy creates a flat pen calligraphy, with both regular and subordinate body potential, and breaks the dot painting into a square, like writing with a lacquer broom, so it is called a lacquer book." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Zhang Miao suddenly changed her smiling face, and when she saw Feng Yiming feeling cold, she put away the notebook and asked, "What, it's mine." ”

Zhang Miao smiled and said, "Feng Yiming, have you inquired? My grandfather is celebrating his birthday this year, and he is worried about not knowing what gift to give." ”

"What, really fake?" Feng Yiming was dumbfounded, thinking that he had made a mistake, "I don't know if it's true or not, I'll talk about it later." ”

Zhang Miao was entangled, "Whether it's true or not, I want it, you bought it for 150, and it's okay to add 100 yuan to you when you go back, right? ”

"Add 100 yuan, you are two hundred and five!" Feng Yiming is likely to be the first time in two lives to pick up a leak, where is he willing to let it out, and in his previous life, he saw a figure painting of Jin Nong at an auction, and heard from others that Jin Nong's works had been auctioned for a high price of more than 3000W, and Feng Yiming's brain was flooded before he gave the calligraphy to Zhang Miao as a birthday gift.

I went directly to Zhang Miao's house all the way noisy, Feng's mother and Ye's mother arrived early, and when they entered the gate of the community, Zhang Miao also said: "The surname Feng, you are a guest at my house for the first time, and you don't bring any gifts, or ......."

Before she finished speaking, Zhang Miao saw Feng Yiming stop, paid for a few bunches of grapes at the gate of the community, and smoked from the seven orifices of anger.

Lu Fei was busy in the kitchen with Mother Ye, listening to her daughter shouting in the living room that Feng Yiming had made a fortune, and Mother Feng, who was persuaded out of the kitchen by Lu Fei's kind words, was uncomfortable staying alone in the living room, and when she heard Zhang Miao's crying, she raised her hand and snatched the copybook.

Although Feng's mother graduated from the Chinese Department, she is not very interested in history, and she knows nothing about antiques, and her husband often gets up in the middle of the night to go to the ghost market to try her luck, which has long made her heart hold fire, seeing that her son is also infected with this "vice", she forgot that she was a guest at someone else's house, and slapped the table, "Feng Yiming, you don't learn, learn from your father!"

Feng Yiming was really speechless, and with his half-baked appraisal level, he really couldn't be sure whether it was genuine, so he drooped his head and let his mother teach him a lesson, and waited for Lu Fei and Ye Mu to bring all the dishes to the table, so he could be regarded as escaping, grabbed Zhang Miao and whispered: "Where did you go, be careful that I tell your father!"

Zhang Miao pulled Ye Zizi and hid behind to beg for mercy, "Don't be angry, the complaint is a child's talent, you have to be a big man, I'll take it to the guest house tomorrow, it just so happens that I have a classmate's mother who is a teacher in the history department of Normal University, I'll take it tomorrow to let people see if it's true or not, okay?"

Feng Yiming hesitated for a moment before saying, "No need, it doesn't matter if you want to see it yourself, don't show it to others, be careful of causing trouble." ”

"Aren't you afraid of losing your eyes?"

"Don't be afraid, it's only 150 yuan anyway, and it's not expensive. Behind her, Feng's mother was beckoning a few children to the table to eat, Feng Yiming whispered: "Be careful, if you break it, I really want to settle accounts with you!"

At the dinner table, Lu Fei said that she had something to do temporarily Zhang Miao and Feng Yiming glanced at each other, I don't know if Xiang Quan came to the door directly, Feng Yiming whispered: "You make things clear to your mother at night." Zhang Miao nodded lightly.

"Mom, how long are you going to SH?"

"I don't know yet, if it weren't for Yezi, you and your mother would come here to live, just to help me take care of Miao Miao. Lu Fei asked Ye Zizi with a smile.

Ye Zizi looked at her mother, and before she could speak, Zhang Miao clapped her hands and applauded, Ye's mother was happy in her heart, it was a good thing to be close to the Qingping City Secretary's family, but in this way, wouldn't Feng Mu and Feng Yiming be left alone in the Shida Guest House.

Lu Fei said with a smile: "The family is a big place, or Sister Li, you will also live here, it will be a Ming ......."

Feng Yiming hurriedly said: "It's okay, Mom, you can live here too, anyway, it's not far from the Normal University, no one cares if you go to class or not, I'm okay to live in the guest house alone." ”

Feng Mu hesitated for a while, but still nodded.

Starting the next day, Feng's mother and Ye's mother, Ye Zizi lived in Zhang Miao's house, Feng Yiming lived alone in the guest house of the Normal University, got up every morning to run and exercise, took the temporary library card that Lu Fei found someone to help him do in the morning to read books in the library, went to the playground in the afternoon to find someone to play football and basketball, and went to Zhang Miao's house for dinner in the evening, the days are quite regular.

As soon as Lu Fei left, Zhang Miao had no one to care, and Ye Zizi was crazy, either going to tourist attractions with Ye's mother, or taking Ye Zi to a friend's party, several times Feng Yiming came back to the guest house after dinner, Zhang Miao and Ye Zizi had not come back yet.

Early in the morning, the playground was empty, there were only a few old people wearing practice clothes playing Tai Chi, the air was still filled with a few traces of fog that had not dispersed, the grass was wet with dew, Feng Yiming quickened his pace, the last lap, he deliberately got up early today, and got up late to run The sun was too hard.

"Hey, you're running, too. A dark boy popped up next to him.

Feng Yiming glanced at it, he was a golfer who played football on the playground of the Normal University during this time, and he didn't know what his name was, but he knew that he was one year younger than himself, with dark skin, and he was very energetic, and he was three points more upright than Wang Baoqiang.

"I've been here every day for this time, and it's the first time you've come?" It wasn't until the lap was completed that Feng Yiming stopped and asked.

Most of the students on the court in the afternoon are the children of teachers and workers of the Normal University, and the students who stay in school during the summer vacation are either close to graduation with problems on their bodies, or they go out to work and study, so how can they have the kung fu to play football. During this time, Feng Yiming was familiar with these people on the court.

"Hey, don't mention it, my dad is on a business trip these days, and my grandfather has come over and forced me to get up in the morning to exercise. The boy said as he continued to run.

Feng Yiming nodded, didn't speak again, when they met in Pingshui, fox friends and dog friends were not counted, at most they were golfers, so what could they talk about.

Walked a few steps slowly on the runway, then went to pack up his things, and prepared to go back to the shower and go to the cafeteria to eat, he has been in the library for the past few days, and turned out a copy of Chen Jiru's "The Story of the Small Window", the rise of the right to read, this essays was actually read by Feng Yiming in the previous life, but this time I turned to this version and the version I saw in the previous life is obviously different, Feng Yiming is trying to find out if there are other versions of "The Story of the Small Window" these days.

"Don't run, there's a kind of don't run...... A burst of scolding suddenly came, Feng Yiming frowned and looked up, the black boy just now was running towards this side, and the two tall boys behind him waved the wooden sticks in their hands and chased after him.

Feng Yiming shook his head, this kid is really stupid, he wants to run to the faculty dormitory area, what's the use of running to me, Feng Yiming doesn't think he has a strong sense of justice, this kind of has to care whether he is doing the right thing or not.

The boy was running to Feng Yiming's side, and before he could speak, he fell to the ground, Feng Yiming ignored the boy's pleading, and packed his things expressionlessly and prepared to leave.

At this time, a wooden stick smashed Feng Yiming's right shoulder.

Nima, someone in Qingping is looking for trouble with Lao Tzu, hiding in the river, and there are still people who come to find fault, Feng Yiming is angry in his heart, endured the pain and turned to look at the man who was holding a wooden stick and wearing sunglasses early in the morning.