Old Man Han came back in the afternoon, Zhao Huchen and Han Shushu talked for less than an hour, the door opened, and Old Man Han and Grandma Han appeared at the door.

The first to see Zhao Huchen was Grandma Han, the old man was obviously very happy to see Zhao Huchen, changed his slippers and came over to ask for warmth, noticed the rouge around Zhao Huchen, and had a good impression of this pink-carved child, and the old man who had believed in the Buddha for half his life with a good heart felt sorry for this well-behaved child after hearing Rouge's fatherless and motherless life experience, and for a time the enthusiasm for Rouge surpassed Zhao Huchen.

Old man Han at the door saw Zhao Huchen, Zhao Huchen hurriedly stood up, and the old man could see that Zhao Huchen's face was very ugly, nodded to Zhao Huchen, and signaled that he didn't need to be polite.

Rouge is very close to the two old men, he must answer questions, and he answers very well-behaved, and the children who are full of aura naturally seem to have more things than Zhao Huchen in the eyes of the two old men, and after a while, Grandma Han is very Han calligraphy and painting around Rouge and said that, and Zhao Huchen got up and entered the study under the signal of Han Lao.

Entering the study, Zhao Huchen got straight to the point and said: "The most important thing for coming this time is to thank Han Lao, without your repeated help, I wouldn't be where I am now." Zhao Huchen's words have not been carved and scrutinized much, and it is not that he has not played a very gorgeous belly draft before, but in the end, he feels that in front of people like Han Lao, that set is a burden, everyone will say good things, and it is necessary to say good things, but it is also necessary to divide the occasion, at this time, it is better to be sincere, there is one to say, it is too dark and it looks greasy.

Han Lao occupied the back of a desk, and said with a smile: "It's okay to have your words of thanks, but if you don't say something in return, you will definitely be kicked out of the door." ”

Glancing at Zhao Huchen, who was pale, Han Lao smiled and said, "Will it be ink?" ”

Zhao Huchen was stunned for a moment and nodded, "I don't grind often, but I will." ”

"Sharpen my ink." Han Lao waved his hand, took an inkstone out, a bottle of ink, Zhao Huchen walked to the desk, the black inkstone looked inconspicuous, engraved with two lines of words: squirrel cry book, snail on the inkstone. It is not treated as a collection of cleanliness and grandeur, but at a glance you can see that this inkstone has been polished with grinding stones and ink for a long time, and you can vaguely see a little bit of the delicacy and delicacy that it should have.

Poured the ink into the inkstone, Zhao Huchen grinded without hurry, in fact, grinding ink is a technical job, but also a grinding work, and it can also hone people's patience and concentration, when he first learned to write with the master, Zhao Taidou forced him to grind the ink for half a month in order to grind off Zhao Huchen's impetuousness, saying that writing can calm down the mind, in fact, learning to grind ink This effect may not be much worse than writing.

"Grinding ink is like a sick man, you can't be too fast, the words written are very dry when you are angry, and the ink is easy to carry foam, no matter how good the technique is, you can't cover up a float of ink. Therefore, people who can write a good hand will definitely grind ink, and the most unseemly I see is those who have just started to learn calligraphy and pick up the pen, with an impetuous mentality, they can't calm down, they can't learn to grind ink, and no matter how hard they work, they will get twice the result with half the effort. Han Lao carefully glanced at Zhao Huchen's method of grinding ink, although it was not much amazing, it was decent, and he said with satisfaction.

"When I first learned to write, I was forced to sharpen the ink for half a month, and I didn't even touch the brush once, so I am not unfamiliar with this work. But I had a very beautiful fantasy at the time, after all, the green clothes holding the inkstone to urge the question paper, the red sleeves to add fragrance to accompany the reading can be said to be a kind of elegant realm of ancient literati and ink writers, and then I told the master about the dream of dancing in front of the couch and adding fragrance to the side of the case with red sleeves, in exchange for a good meal. Zhao Huchen also seems to have found a few wisps of learning to sharpen ink and write in the huge study on the second floor of the master's house, and was taught by the master with a straight face.

"Scratching beauties, how many can really be passed down through the ages? It's not surprising that young people have such thoughts about you, and when you reach my age, you will know that the original delusions are really ridiculous. Han Lao said with a smile, seeing that Zhao Huchen was almost grinding, he gently lifted the brush, dipped the mellow pen and ink in the ink, spread out a piece of rice paper, and hung the pen.

Zhao Huchen also stopped talking, the movements in his hands were not in a hurry or impatience and he was still grinding, but his eyes were looking at the tip of the pen, and he was also looking forward to what kind of words Han Lao would write.

When he entered the study, he let him grind, of course Zhao Huchen guessed that what Han Lao was going to write next was related to him, although he was curious, he also maintained a good patience and waited for the answer to be revealed.

Han Lao seemed to see through Zhao Huchen's expectations, smiled slightly, moved the tip of the pen a little, and wrote four words on the lower half of the rice paper, the only bunch of books.

Zhao Huchen has seen Yang Ting's words in Yang Ting's home, the dragon flying and the phoenix dance is quite imposing, although a majestic has been deliberately restrained by Yang Ting, but it can always make people feel the momentum between the lines, and the words of Han Lao in front of him, the font is smooth, tossing and turning, one vertical and one horizontal, one skimming and one pinch of clouds and flowing water, the atmosphere is hidden in the plain, the light is as calm as a rock, there is no thirty years of ups and downs, I am afraid it is just out of reach, and now Zhao Huchen is also.

If Yang Ting's words belong to the words that can make people stop and taste and be surprised, then Han Lao's words are similar to a yellow scroll, you can take it out and take a look when you are tired, tired and tired, it may not be as exciting as it is, but it must stand up to scrutiny and chewing.

Writing down four words, Han Lao gave up his position and handed the brush in his hand to Zhao Huchen.

"You give me four words." Han Lao said to Zhao Huchen.

Zhao Huchen's head was big for a while, he took the brush and stood behind the desk, while Han Lao actually stood in his original position to grind for him.

If this honor is said, I am afraid that even the most famous big man today will be surprised.

took the pen, Zhao Huchen knew that he couldn't retreat, and he didn't want to be embarrassed at this time, looking at those four words carefully, Zhao Huchen felt that no matter how much he squeezed, he had to match it well.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhao Huchen's arm was flat, but it was difficult to put down the pen, Han Lao looked at it with a smile on the side, grinding ink in his hand, not urging or disturbing, just waiting for Zhao Huchen to write.

After a long time, the brush in Zhao Huchen's hand sank, and the tip of his nose touched the rice paper slightly, but at that moment, he hesitated, and the ink spread on the rice paper, blurring an ugly black spot.

The appearance of the black spot made Zhao Huchen frown, but he still wrote down four words in one go.

"There are four seas." Han Lao frowned and said.

There is no horizontal couplet, Han Lao came out of the lower couplet, the only bunch of books, Zhao Huchen is the upper couplet, there are four sea chronicles.

Zhao Huchen's handwriting is not too ostentatious and not too restrained, if you want to use four words to evaluate it, it is a pen walking dragon and snake, and you have the momentum to swallow thousands of miles and know how to return the pen when you bend and bend, Han Lao frowned and looked at those four words, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

"It's not well written, see it." Zhao Huchen was a little embarrassed for the first time, looking at the depressing big black dot on the rice paper, while scolding himself for not being angry, on the other hand, he couldn't wait to tear this rice paper and let the old man start over.

The old man smiled slightly when he heard this, put down the grinding stone, went to the chair on the side of the study, and motioned for Zhao Huchen to come and sit next to him, and waited for Zhao Huchen to sit down before he said, "I know, you must be utilitarian to me." ”

As soon as Han Lao spoke, Zhao Huchen felt that his body was full of vulgarity, and he was uncomfortable sitting in this antique study.

"The reason why I said it is not because of mustard, but because I agree with your utilitarianism, if young people are like us old men who are dying, then what kind of young people are they called, only with utilitarianism can they be motivated, I don't blame you." Han Lao waved his hand, and saw through Zhao Huchen's embarrassment at a glance, he is not a pedantic literati, otherwise he would not be able to retreat from the ups and downs of officialdom for most of his life, he is used to seeing too many young people who are blinded by utilitarianism and finally full of scheming and forgetting their initial beliefs, and they are also used to seeing many people who are in the twilight after being hit, and who are more like an old man like him who looks like eating, drinking and waiting for death, Han Lao naturally will not look at people from a one-sided perspective.

"Although I have retreated, I can still speak no matter where I am, and the important thing is that I am willing to help you, otherwise I will not help you several times and again when you are most dangerous and critical, maybe you yourself feel that my enthusiasm is a little inexplicable, but this does not prevent you from climbing up my ladder, Huchen, do you say this is the statement?" Han Lao smiled and said, his eyes that had experienced too many stories were full of wisdom, although he was asking, he couldn't allow Zhao Huchen to say a word.

"Indeed, that's the way it goes." Zhao Huchen nodded and said with a wry smile.

"That's right, if you don't even understand the reason for climbing up the ladder, I'm too disappointed." Boss Han laughed.

Although he wanted to ask, Zhao Huchen never asked the question that had always been in his heart, that is, why Han Lao, an old man who had no reason to help him, would pull him at the most critical time twice in a row, Zhao Huchen has been thinking about this question, but he has never figured out a reason that can convince him.

"Young people have to suffer a little, suffering is a blessing, suffering is a blessing, this is not stupidity, once you look at it like this, it is really stupid. Huchen, I am an old man who has come all the way to tell you the most pertinent words is to suffer more losses, those who are always proud and feel good about themselves most of the time take advantage of small losses and suffer big losses, and I hope you can do it to take advantage of small losses and take big advantages. It's not a big truth, it's not a philosophical saying, but if you listen to me, an old man, you have to keep it in your heart. ”

(To be continued)