Wang Zhongzheng did not have the slightest intention of concealing it, and immediately informed Zheng Huanghuang of the front and back of the matter, together with his overall consideration and corresponding measures.

At the same time, Zheng Huihuang was granted the privilege of dealing with the opportunity and acting cheaply.

Although Wang Zhongzheng's tone was extremely solemn, Zheng Huanghuang was unimpressed.

As a former veteran soldier king agent, how could he have handled such a simple task? In his opinion, it must be the rhythm of hand to grasp and horse to success.

"Wang Dong, then I will fly to Minjian Province early tomorrow morning, drive to Xiayou County, solve problems in minutes, and solve problems for the group!"

"Hmm~ go get ready. When you come back, I'll set you a celebration toast! ”

"Goodbye!"

Zheng Huanghuang withdrew from the chairman's office and took the order.

A bad luck for Lin Botong and Wei Ming is about to be staged.

However, the final result surprised everyone involved in the matter.

…………

The next morning, Wei Ming woke up from his dream, hurriedly took care of his personal hygiene, and ate breakfast with his mother.

Later, he took a bundle of bulky waste newspapers and went out to catch a bus and went back to the countryside to meet his grandfather Wei Hai.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I got in the car, I met an old acquaintance.

It was the day Wei Ming activated the incense word, the owner of the fruit drink shop who could chant poetry.

At this time, the boss sat in a seat near the aisle, with his right hand in his trouser pocket, rubbing his thigh from time to time.

"Ahh

Suddenly, the boss sneezed very loudly.

His right hand, subconsciously pulled out, trying to wipe his nose, but took out a small object from his trouser pocket and dropped it on the aisle.

The passengers paid attention, but they were stunned to find that it was actually a pregnancy condom!

The boss was very embarrassed and didn't know whether to pick it up or not.

When he was struggling, a somewhat familiar reminder came from behind him: "Boss, your brother's work clothes have fallen off, hurry up and pick them up, otherwise, it will not only hinder the view, but also teach bad children!" ”

Such a personality of words, accompanied by a crisp and beautiful girlish voice, like a yellow oriole singing in the valley, makes people relaxed and happy.

The passengers burst into laughter, and a few of them even burst into tears.

Wei Ming was also greatly encouraged, and couldn't help but be curious, wanting to see the beauty.

He turned his head to glance and immediately recognized the owner of the voice, not only a young and beautiful girl, but also a relationship with himself.

On that day, she was also a customer at the fruit drink store, and I remember that at that time, she had never known her life and dared to refute Lin Botong's words.

For a while, Wei Ming sighed: The world is really small, and there are birds everywhere.

After this tidbit, Wei Ming was in a good mood, and along the way, like a cheerful bird, humming a little song, he returned to the bird's nest.

Xiayou County, Dutou Town, Waicuo Village.

An old man in good spirits appeared at the entrance of the village. He stood quietly without squinting, his waist straight like a javelin.

He wears an old-fashioned dark tunic that, although without patches, has been washed white.

His biggest feature is that he has short snow-white hair, which is very eye-catching.

Wei Ming saw his grandfather standing at the entrance of the village waiting in the distance, so he couldn't help but speed up his pace and ran over.

"Grandpa, good grandson with homework and gifts, see you're here!"

The baby grandson came as promised, which made Wei Hai also very happy, he took Wei Ming's hand and went home together.

The Wei family's old house is a two-story brick and concrete house.

The surface of the wall, which was originally decorated with small white tiles, is now mottled and peeled off in many places, and at a glance, it looks like a white cloth with many stains.

Wei Hai opened the small iron gate on the wall, stepped over the small courtyard in the open air, and when he entered the house, he did not stop, but pulled Wei Ming into his study.

In the study, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are readily available.

Wei Ming was familiar with the way and knew his grandfather's next moves: first, to slightly check the total amount of newspapers, and second, to carefully observe whether his calligraphy works were improving.

So, Wei Ming spread out the newspaper on the desk and stood quietly aside, waiting to be reviewed and judged.

Wei Hai took off his reading glasses and began to examine them one by one.

His face has always been calm, and he doesn't seem to see joy or sorrow.

Suddenly.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he finally stopped turning the pages continuously, staring at a Chinese character in the newspaper.

This word, with some meaning, actually has a hint of melancholy and unhappy artistic conception! When was it written? What happened then? Tell me the process! Wei Hai gave an order, but Wei Ming was distressed.

- I'll give you a lung! It turned out to be the incense word that was inadvertently written when activating the Dao device! How should this be good, grandpa is old and fine, and it is definitely not easy to fool around......

Wei Ming's eyes rolled slightly, urgently thinking about the appropriate process.

In a short time, there is a good plan.

"Grandpa, last night my mother's strange illness relapsed, and I was in pain, I stood aside, but I couldn't do anything, I was ashamed to be a son of man! Before going to bed, I couldn't close my eyes, so I had to get up from the bed and write. Maybe it was because I felt something in my heart that I wrote such a word. Why, is it well written? ”

Originally, Wei Hai was also anxious when he heard that his daughter-in-law was sick, but in an instant, he was angry and happy by Wei Ming's rhetorical question.

"It's good, but it's not your real level! Because that is the artistic conception, the true soul of calligraphy! Without hard practice and rich experience, it is impossible to express it! Do you know Wang Xizhi's "Funeral Post"? yes, it's cursive, and I haven't taught you yet......"

Indeed, Wei Ming didn't know about "Funeral Post". Until now, the calligraphy practiced every day has always been regular script.

Although he liked calligraphy very much, he did not dare to disobey Wei Hai's teachings before he really started regular script.

Wei Hai once said that the most important thing in practicing regular script is to clarify the structure of Chinese characters through regular strokes.

Horizontal and vertical, although it is the most basic requirement of regular script, does not mean that it is really started.

Only when the level of peace is reached can the foundation of regular script be completed.

The incense character written by Wei Ming has a hint of melancholy and unhappy artistic conception, which is very special.

This is a direct step over the foundation, like cheating, opening a door to the world of calligraphy.

Inside, it is the artistic conception world of calligraphy "a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred flowers contend", which is almost the ultimate pursuit of calligraphy lovers.

Even Wei Hai himself can only do it occasionally, and only when his emotions fluctuate violently and he has a strong urge to create, can he write a good word.

For example, the painting "Thoughts" hanging on the wall was made by him and his wife in the middle of the night.

Hearing his grandfather's old-fashioned popular science, Wei Ming also followed to review the relevant knowledge, which is the rhythm of "reviewing the old and learning the new".

After Wei Hai finished explaining, Wei Ming couldn't bear his eagerness to try, and said, "Grandpa, I want to try now and see if I can write the same good words again?" ”

In this regard, Wei Hai was also looking forward to it, took out a knife of rice paper, cut it on the spot, and solemnly made an inviting gesture: "Please!" ”

Wei Ming stepped forward, held the brush, and wrote a huge incense character on the rice paper as he did on weekdays.

He was engrossed in his mind and body and soul into the pen.

In a moment, the word is made!

Wei Hai savored it, and finally let out a long sigh.

Because, Wei Ming's words are not special.

Facing his grandfather's slightly disappointed eyes, Wei Ming felt embarrassed, and a bitter taste welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Obviously, this is not the result he wants, but calligraphy, the most important thing is persistence, the most important thing is the epiphany, the most important thing is the breakthrough, one is one, the second is two, and there is no room for the slightest fraud.

- Alas, I have been practicing diligently every day, and I have never interrupted, and this has been several years, and I haven't really started yet? Am I not this material?

When he was melancholy, Wei Ming suddenly remembered the drawer in his mind.

Suddenly.

His mood turned into uneasy, up and down.

- There's nothing to worry about, let's give it a try! In any case, grandpa can't be disappointed......

Wei Ming took another piece of white rice paper, and after some deliberation, wrote down a regular script of incense again.

This time, instead of concentrating, he was distracted!

While communicating the drawer in his head, his mind constantly scanning the front of the handle, while he was distracted by the writing action on the end of the pen.

After a while, Wei Ming put down the brush and asked without confidence: "Grandpa, can this word catch your eyes?" ”

Wei Hai had been paying attention to his grandson's every stroke, and when he heard Wei Ming's inquiry, he did not answer.

At this moment, Wei Hai seemed to be suffering from Alzheimer's disease, and his face was full of muddy expressions.

He really couldn't believe that his grandson's calligraphy had reached such a height, just scribbling and turning it into a book in an instant, and the result was surpassing himself!

Still in disbelief, he said, "Write again!" ”

Wei Ming moved according to his words, and once again wrote down a fragrant word with the exact same effect!

One word, by chance; Two words, it's a coincidence; Three words, that is, experience, mastery, is lofty!

Wei Hai was extremely excited, with a pair of hands with age spots, he trembled and took out a roll of fine rice paper that had been treasured for a long time, and said: "This is a great event, and it is worth recording in the family tree!" Hurry up and write a complete poem and song, as a regular script masterpiece, a commemorative work, and leave it as a family heirloom in the future! ”

There was too much information in these words, which made Wei Ming a little dumbfounded.

- Since it is an heirloom, it is better to find incense words to help...... O gods and Buddhas, please listen to my prayers, and hope that the incense words in the drawer can not only help me become words, but also help me become poems!

Wei Ming pondered for a while, and finally chose Lin Kui's poetry in the Song Dynasty.

[Zhongfang shook off the solitary Xuanyan and occupied the small garden. 】

In the first sentence, if Wei Ming has divine help, he will write brilliantly. The verses written in block letters are more perfect than the words just now, and there are hardly any flaws to be found.

Wei Ming had a very strange illusion, as if the poet Lin Kui had traveled through history through his own hands and pen to write a poem of the Song Dynasty.

[The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon......]

The thirteen words of the second sentence are still so perfect. Wei Hai, who was watching, not only nodded his head again and again, indicating approval, but also twitched his nose from time to time and inhaled deeply, as if there was really a dark fragrance floating in the air!

However, when Wei Ming finished writing the last stroke of the faint character, he was shocked to find that he was unable to continue, and he couldn't write the next word anyway!

The sudden change made Wei Ming extremely frightened!

- Daoqi, what the hell are you messing with?

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