In the afternoon of the next day, a blockbuster news swept through the entire city of Nanqian, and even the capital Xia Jing was shaken. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The national first-class felony Lu Khotan, is dead!

He was accompanied by three other people, two of whom were fugitives who committed heinous crimes. The third person who died, but it was summarized in a simple sentence on the news, and the special department intervened to handle it, and did not elaborate on the identity of this person.

But even so, Zhou Chengan, who was sitting in front of the TV with his face wrapped like a zongzi, could still see his big eyes that had turned into a pair of copper bells because of fright through the gap in the gauze.

"Really...... It's really damned! ”

After listening to Shi Yong's trembling and frightened description last night, Zhou Chengan has always held a half-believing attitude, after all, if this kind of thing is not seen with his own eyes, it is too unbelievable.

But at this moment, even major TV stations have broadcast it, will there be a fake?

"Cheng An, what are you doing? A fugitive is dead, and look at you to scare you. Luo Yuanqing sat beside him, and the little bird lay on his arm like a human, but he could still feel that the arm was trembling slightly.

To tell the truth, in fact, after seeing the news of Lu Tian's death broadcast on TV, Luo Yuanqing had relatives in his heart, and unconsciously always remembered someone, the one she once kicked off, but she was just a person who fulfilled her dream of a girl hero for herself.

What do you want, I heard Zhou Cheng'an ask in an obviously unnatural tone: "Yuanqing, then...... What kind of Jiang Jingyang, can you talk to me about his past? Don't let go of any detail. ”

"Ahh Any details? Luo Yuanqing was startled, straightened up, and looked at Zhou Chengan like a monster.

Today, she found out that the prince of the Zhou family still has this hobby......

……

"National first-class felon! If this kind of person doesn't die, will he keep it to harm others? ”

Retracting his gaze from the TV, Li Chengye threw this explosive news behind him in a blink of an eye, turned off the TV, hummed an ancient tune, and turned around to spread out the rice paper on the table.

This table is made of rare wood, wide and heavy, people who don't understand it also know at a glance that it is a precious thing, and the four treasures of the study are placed on the table, and the ink in the ink inkstone has just been ground at this moment.

Li Chengye picked up a wolf pen, dipped it in ink, his mind was instantly settled, his wrist strength was together, his five fingers were ingenious, and a song of Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" was completed in one go.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away,

Thousands of people are gone.

Lonely Boat Lady,

Fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

A lonely and ethereal, elegant and profound artistic conception spread from the paper, and Li Chengye felt something in his heart, not only feeling pity.

After a while, he smiled dumbly, secretly saying that he was really becoming more and more like Lao Wenqing, put down the pen, and couldn't help but recite the poem silently again in his heart, and his eyes fell on a scroll quietly placed next to the table.

This is a delicate scroll cylinder, which has a calligraphy scroll rolled inside, and the person who sent it was afraid that the words would be damaged on the way, so this scroll cylinder was specially added.

Li Chengye shook his head lightly, and smiled to himself: "This Zhong Shiya." ”

He is a member of the provincial calligraphy association, holding the position of vice president, seven in his Chinese New Year's Eve, although he is still young, but he has profound achievements and dazzling brilliance, which can be regarded as a banner of foreign calligraphy in the entire Nanzhou Province, and is highly valued and supported by the Provincial Department of Culture.

And Zhong Shiya, because of her love for this way and the huge power of her family, climbed to Li Chengye, and under his recommendation, she barely got a member of the Nanqian Calligraphy Association.

Zhong Shiya was full of interest, and from time to time she had to send a calligraphy note for Li Chengye to instruct, Li Chengye was hindered by the Zhong family's face, and this girl was humble and kind, so he couldn't pull down his face and refuse, so he kept it.

Whenever Zhong Shiya sent a note, Li Chengye was quite dedicated, he had to open it and take a look, and then meet on the phone or on a certain day, and then casually point her out, and it would be considered that he had dealt with the errand.

However, this is the first time that the calligraphy has been wrapped in a scroll cylinder.

"Could it be that this little girl has produced a rare masterpiece?"

Li Chengye thought of this, and even he couldn't help but want to laugh, took a sip of tea, opened the scroll cylinder, and looked, there was indeed a roll of rice paper inside.

took out the rice paper and shook it gently, and the paper was spread out, because he thought it was Zhong Shiya's work, so Li Chengye was not deliberately careful about it, put it on the table, took a paperweight and calmed the corner of the other end of the rice paper, and then looked at it casually.

"Well, Lanting Jixu? Yes, there has been a great improvement in stroke by stroke, and there is even a hint of artistic conception. ”

Soon, Li Chengye finished appreciating the works he thought were Zhong Shiya's.

Rolled up the rice paper and put it aside, seeing that the time was not early, Li Chengye was a well-known good housekeeper, walked out of the study and rolled up his sleeves while walking to the kitchen, ready to wash rice and cook.

Li Chengye has always had a lot of experience in doing housework, and he is also very handy in doing it, and he has no time to take care of it and is extremely devoted, and even he, an old literary youth, can write a few articles of experience or something.

But this time, at the moment of washing rice, he was in a trance, and the handwriting of Zhong Shiya, which he had just admired, appeared in his mind one by one, and he couldn't get rid of it.

"Well, the structure of this 'ji' character is very neat, and the knot is broad and strong. No, no, no, it should be that the word 'Huifeng' is better, not only has the momentum of the previous word, but also reveals a sense of elegance......"

Unconsciously, Li Chengye didn't realize that his action of washing the rice grains had completely stopped, and the water in the faucet was flowing down, and after a while, a large amount of water overflowed the white rice in the pot.

At this time, Li Chengye was shocked suddenly, as if he had found a peerless treasure, he casually dropped the rice pot in his hand, pulled his legs and ran quickly to the study, in the process of running, his wet hands rubbed on his clothes and pants thighs at will, and after drying his hands, he had come to the rice paper that had been rolled up and written with "Lanting Collection Preface".

This time he suddenly became cautious, spread out the rice paper again, and looked carefully, at this time Li Chengye found that the more he looked at this painting, the more he looked at it, the more obsessed he became.

"Impossible, could it be that this calligraphy master wrote this?"

Li Chengye only reacted at this time, the stroke of this character is completely different from Zhong Shiya, and he already had an opinion in his heart just now, so he didn't notice this. With this in mind, he immediately looked at the final place where the payment was made.

Jingyang, book.

"Who is Jingyang?"

Li Chengye was about to pick up the phone and dial Zhong Shiya, but after a turn of thought, he put down the phone, shook his head secretly, and said: "Impossible, this person's handwriting is magnificent and awe-inspiring, strange and wonderful, and it is difficult to forget every word without my knowledge and without any precautions in advance!" With such a foundation, I am afraid that Mr. Nan spent his heart and soul to write to achieve this situation. But Mr. Nan's pen is by no means like this! ”

After a pause, Li Chengye closed his eyes, and every handwriting of the Lanting Collection Preface was still lingering in his mind, with horizontal and vertical skimming and ticking, and the pen was moving!

"Even so, I don't say it, just put it in the city's 'magic pen' entry exhibition, when the time comes, not only Mr. Nan will come, but also some calligraphy from outside the province will come to observe. That's the only way to prove that I'm right. ”

Li Chengye made up his mind, but he still had to call Zhong Shiya, but he quietly asked who the person who signed "Jingyang" was.