The beauty of cursive lies in the indulgence and simplicity.

When the cursive writing is written, it is taken as the meaning of "grass creation", so it is called cursive.

Since the beginning of the Han Dynasty, cursive script has been handed down in the world, known for its "informal and smooth gestures", such as Wang Xizhi of the Jin Dynasty.

In the Tang Dynasty, the grass saint Zhang Xu's pen gestures were wild and uninhibited, making "'crazy' and 'grass'" famous all over the world.

After successive dynasties, cursive eventually became an elegant artistic typeface.

But unfortunately, many people in this world can't read cursive, and it is even more difficult for them to learn cursive.

"Brother Ji, this world is the world of science and technology, the speed of computer code words is already very fast, and the cost of learning brush words is too great."

"Modern life is fast-paced, and reading and working are already very tiring and stressful."

"It's not that they don't want to learn about traditional culture, but there are a lot of constraints." As if she saw Ji Lin's thoughts, Du Shiya said softly.

"It's also said that the pace of life in China has been slow for thousands of years."

"In addition, the thinking of 'everything is inferior, only reading is high' dominates, which has created a special era of literati prosperity."

"But in the past hundred years, the world has changed dramatically, and Middle-earth is at a turning point between the old and the new era."

"Most of the Chinese people in this era are in a state of confusion, and I really can't blame them." Ji Lin nodded, and the sigh in his heart became even stronger.

It's the best of times, it's the best of times, it's the worst of times.

This is an era that requires young people to struggle and work hard, a grand era that belongs to young people.

"Ji Lin, don't think that you are a character if you are good at calligraphy, today you are angry with Mr. Dog, if next week's Sino-Japanese joint venture project is affected, I ......"

Although Zhou Tao was very happy in his heart, and he was also very relieved that Ji Lin was strongly crushing the people of the island country, but seeing that Du Shiya, a delicate beauty, actually made a lot of money around Ji Lin, the fire in his heart was soaring.

However, when Zhou Tao saw that in the depths of Ji Lin's eyes, there seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and then thought of the sad end of Ichiro Yamamoto and the little dog, and suddenly shrank his neck, not daring to say more.

"Ji Lin, we're not done with this, you'd better pray that the Sun Heavy Industry delegation won't have a moth." By the time Zhou Tao came to his senses, Ji Lin and Du Shiya had already gone away.

Qingzhu Hotel is located on the 1st Ring Road, and Huanhuaxi is located on the outskirts of the 2nd Ring Road, the distance between the two places is actually not very far, and given the congested traffic in the 3rd Ring Road, Ji Lin did not drive today.

Walking on the bustling street with Du Shiya, seeing the girl bowing her head and carrying the gravel boringly, Ji Lin was slightly distracted, as if she saw the graceful girl dancing in the wind under the peach blossoms in Bianjing City a thousand years ago.

"Brother Ji, you...... Do you have a girlfriend? A gust of autumn breeze blew softly, and the girl's mosquito-like voice was blown into Ji Lin's ears.

"Nope." As soon as Ji Lin's words came out, Du Shiya's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but pout a sweet smile.

"I had a wife, though."

Airplanes!

As soon as Ji Lin's words came out, the smile on the girl's face stopped abruptly, and the "little" and "face" turned a little pale.

Jinjiang County is the provincial capital of Shu, and it is also the "political", "governance", economic and cultural center of the entire southwest area of China.

Young people here have a very stressful life, and it is common for them to be single in their twenties, and not many of them have stepped into the palace of marriage.

Especially Ji Lin, a "'extreme' and 'high-quality' man", Du Shiya really can't imagine that he will have a wife.

Wait, ever? Could it be ......?

When a certain thought came to mind, Du Shiya looked at Ji Lin cautiously, and sure enough, she found that in the depths of Ji Lin's eyes, there was an emotion called "sorrow", which was drifting away like a maple leaf in the bleak autumn wind.

"Brother Ji, I'm sorry."

I don't know why, just this glance, Du Shiya suddenly surged up in her heart with an emotion called "heartache".

Even, in the girl's little heart, there was suddenly a thought of protecting Ji Lin.

A thought to accompany him to old age, a very ridiculous, but very firm, stubborn thought.

"It's okay, it's all gone, it's been more than a thousand years, and I have long forgotten the days of 'every night, being crossed by heartache'." Ji Lin smiled slightly, but this smile was a little bitter.

"Brother Ji." The girl hesitated for a moment, but still boldly took the initiative to take Ji Lin's hand.

Ji Lin frowned, but in the end he didn't refuse, but just sighed silently in this autumn breeze.

"Brother Ji, actually...... If you love someone, you can have no regrets for him, even if you wait for him all your life. ”

Biting her lip, the girl's soft voice turned into a fiery maple leaf with the wind, falling lightly, as if it could fall into Ji Lin's heart.

"The feelings in the world are beautiful, but if a person has an immortal life, don't you feel very painful to see your beloved turn from a girl to a hundred heads and grow old in front of you day by day?"

The crowd on the street was surging, Ji Lin stood on the stone bridge, seeing the Jinjiang River flowing in front of him, and the secret that had been sealed in his heart for thousands of years, inadvertently, revealed the tip of the iceberg to the girl.

Ji Lin has always thought that some people and things can dissipate with the passage of time until they disappear without a trace.

But the news that Yue Fei's calligraphy was about to be born in Xiangjiang made Ji Lin a little flustered, and he knew that his original intention was still alive and he would never forget his deceased wife.

"Brother Ji, can you tell me about your wife?"

Biting her lip, the girl raised her head, and there seemed to be a strange color flowing in her dark and shining eyes.

"I met her in the Shendu Luoyang Temple, that year she was three years old, because of her frail and sick, I for her to the top of the Dharma, because I saw her and the Buddha fate, so she named the teacher."

"When I met her again, she was sixteen years old that year, it was under the moonlit night in Bianjing City, and that day my inner demons suddenly broke out, if it weren't for her, maybe I would have died in the last years of the Northern Song Dynasty."

Cultivators, what they cultivate is merit, and what they refine is the "heart", and the kind of mortal who thinks that after cultivating for thousands of years, he will be invincible in the world and even be able to change history, which is ridiculous.

As far as Buddhism is concerned, monks who practice to the depth of "essence" can cultivate supernatural powers, and it is not a kind of supernatural power.

However, the Buddha once said that if you want to become a Buddha, you must forget about supernatural powers, you must not indulge in power, and you must realize the true meaning of "all worldly dharmas are like dreams and illusions, like dew and electricity".

The heart demon is Ji Lin's biggest enemy in Changsheng, Ji Lin doesn't know when it will appear, but every time it appears, it will bring a threat to Ji Lin's life and death.

"I had lived for nearly four thousand years at the time, and I was originally going to let the demons take me away, maybe I could still see the master, but unfortunately, ......"

Ji Lin sighed slightly, and as he spoke, he realized that he didn't know when, Du Shiya had already leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep.

"When you're old, your hair is gray, and you're sleepy."

"Tired of sitting by the fire, take down the book."

"Read slowly, chasing the eyes of the dream."

……

In the distance, a burst of singing drifted with the wind, which seemed to be able to blow away the scattered maple leaves on the water surface of the Jinjiang River and take away the mottled years.

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