Putting down the teacup that had been drunk by Lao Shan but couldn't be seen on the surface, Su Ling's expression also became solemn, and he looked at Shan Zhiwen who was smiling.

"Forget it, I don't care so much, this time, I do have a few last words to tell you."

Speaking of the last words, everyone's hearts jumped, Shan Zhiwen was naturally very looking forward to Su Ling being able to tell the whereabouts of the jade pendant, but Shan Ruan Juan was half-convinced, but she was still a little worried in her heart, Su Ling would really tell Shan Zhiwen about the jade pendant.

Suppressing the worry in her heart, Shan Ruan Juan asked Su Ling

"Then should we avoid it?"

Although he was not asking Shan Zhiwen this, he very much hoped that Shan Ruan Juan could avoid it, after all, it might be about Yu Pei.

Su Ling could somehow guess the thoughts of the two, and he was not pretentious, waved his hand, and said.

"No, it's not important anyway, it's just a bit of a homely chatter."

After speaking, Su Ling also sorted out Shan Lao's last words and spoke.

"Your father gave you the name of Zhiwen, hoping that you would go further than him on the road of Chinese studies, but I didn't expect that when you finished college, you came back and told your father that you were going to be an official, which made your father who had always hoped for you lose his place for a while, and then put his attention on your second brother, fortunately your second brother did not disappoint him, although in the text, he did not go further than him, but he also became a principal, which made Shan Lao also feel gratified."

"This is also why, over the years, he has been unkind to you, but he still has a heart to remember you, when you first took office, he didn't go to see you, but secretly let people go to the scene, when you retired, he didn't go to see you, the same, also secretly, let people participate, he hindered face, but he couldn't hinder his inside, before he died, he just wanted to tell you, he couldn't live with you, didn't fulfill the responsibility of a father."

These words, Lao Shan didn't say them to Shan Zhiwen before he died, firstly, he was still hindered by face at that time, and secondly, he was entangled in his heart whether to tell the matter of the jade pendant, but he didn't expect that he had not yet decided, so he swallowed his breath, and finally cheapened Su Ling, and also gave Su Ling a basis to rely on.

Shan Zhiwen completely believed Su Ling's words, because of these things, it is impossible for outsiders to know, and combined with what has happened over the years, Shan Zhiwen has no doubt at all that Su Ling is a trust sent by Shan Ruan Juan, because there are some things that even his own sister will not know, not to mention that the two are not very close.

Thinking of these years, the estrangement with his father, although not as strict as his sister, also made the two of them not talk much, saying that they were father and son, but in fact they didn't talk as much as some neighbors.

It's just that what Shan Zhiwen didn't expect was that these were just estrangements, father and son were still father and son, and they had never been separated.

"Daddy! The son is also wrong, and the son should not ...... I shouldn't have complained about you for many years, but if I listened to you back then, I wouldn't have ...... It wouldn't be the scene it is now. ”

Su Ling looked like a person who had come over at this time, and enlightened Shan Zhiwen well, but he forgot that his psychological age was only in his thirties at most, and it was too young to be a son to the person in front of him

"You don't have to say who is right and who is wrong, people die like lights going out, you who are still alive should cherish this precious life even more."

Shan Zhiwen is not a person who likes to turn the horns of the bull, once enlightened, the knot in his heart is much better.

"Yes, what you said is, anyway, I don't have much time, and I can only learn what my father taught me again in the past few years, and then go to serve his old man."

Su Ling heard that Lao Shan could teach people, so he hurriedly communicated with Lao Dan.

'Lao Dan, what have you taught your son before. ’

Lao Shan was also a little sad at this time, and said succinctly.

'Four books and five classics, calligraphy Danqing. ’

When it comes to the Four Books and Five Classics, Su Ling, who is in the era of advanced information, naturally has heard of it, of course, it is just what he has heard, and it is absolutely difficult for him to say what the Four Books and Five Classics refer to.

"I'm not interested in the Four Books and Five Classics, calligraphy and Danqing can still be learned, or you can teach me, just let me help write the suicide note completely, so I don't have to see your second son." ’

But when it comes to writing and painting, Su Ling is still very interested, mostly because he was trapped by the conditions when he was a child, it would be good to be able to read and write, how could he use any brush, so there happened to be a ghost who could use a brush around him, and Su Ling naturally would not let it go.

Lao Shan hesitated for a moment, but also agreed, although Lao Shan doesn't like to teach people very much, but Sun Tzu also said that learning from the past is also a kind of learning.

'This ...... It's okay, the four treasures of the study are still in my room, let's go. ’

The plan succeeded, Su Ling was extremely happy in his heart, and even his attitude towards Shan Zhiwen improved.

"Shan Lao used to teach me to write a little word, or I will write a suicide note on behalf of Shan Lao, so that I don't have to go to him."

"This, this is not very good, my father just passed away, will it be ...... to rush to touch his things?"

Although Su Ling relayed his father's last words, Su Ling suddenly said that he wanted to use his father's relics, and Shan Zhiwen was still a little resistant.

Su Ling naturally found that Shan Zhiwen didn't agree very much, and lowered his position again.

"It's okay, Shan Lao Quanxia has knowledge, knowing that I want to write a suicide note on his behalf, he shouldn't be blamed, and Shan Lao used to praise me about how good his four treasures of the study are, I want to see how good those things will be."

Hearing that Su Ling had moved his father out, Shan Zhiwen had no choice but to agree.

"Well, in that case, please follow me."

Walking into Lao Dan's room, Su Ling only felt that it was very clean and concise, clean because it was spotless, and it should be a relationship that someone took care of after Lao Dan's death; The simplicity is because the room has very few furnishings, a bed, a desk, and a set of tables and chairs.

On the furnishings, only the four treasures of the study are still placed on the desk, and there is nothing else.

As soon as they walked in here, Shan Zhiwen and Shan Ruan Juan, both of whom were seeing things and thinking about people, their eyes became moist.

Su Ling didn't pay much attention to it, and walked to the desk, two paperweights that looked like black jade pressed several pieces of rice paper, an inkstone was placed on the right, and a half-used ink strip was placed on it, and on the pen holder on the left, four brushes of different shapes were hanging.

Lao Dan, who was following Su Ling's side, also became solemn at this time, although he only had a soul, he could still feel that there was a temperament similar to detachment exuded from his body.

Lao Shan walked to the bookshelf and knew that Su Ling didn't understand these things, so he introduced them to him one by one.

This rice paper is used a lot, and it is not precious, it is a half-cooked rice; Yan is a Yan inkstone, a thing of the Qing Dynasty; Ink is Hui ink, a treasure in ink, and this is a lake pen, from left to right, respectively, are purple bamboo wolf hair, golden silk bamboo sheep hair, agarwood purple hair, Nanmu and Hao. ’

Su Ling didn't expect that this ink, paper and inkstone would have so many fame, but Su Ling's attention was mostly on the pen, after all, this thing was the main thing.

'Old Dan, is this wolf really made of wolf hair? ’

Lao Shan also felt a little funny when he heard Su Cun's question, but he still patiently explained it to him.

'In the past, it was true that there were wolf's hairs to make pens, but now, they are all made from weasel hair. ’

Su Ling originally wanted to write with a brush made of wolf hair, which must be very fan, but he didn't expect it to be made of weasel hair, and the gap between them, thinking about it, felt that it was more than one grade worse.