Five minutes later, Yang Jie walked out of Lu Jifeng's office, and the expression on his face was not good-looking.

This middle-aged uncle, apparently with the same opinion as Xiaolong, thinks that he should not be involved again. However, Yang Jie asked himself if he had been busy for so long, could he just leave it alone?

With a bored face, Yang Jie walked back to the community, had dinner nearby, and then went home with a sullen head and took out pen and ink. If you are in a bad mood, you can use calligraphy practice to alleviate it, and the ruthlessness of youth is what you do.

Because of his ruthless memory comparison, Yang Jie does not need a copybook to practice calligraphy, and at the same time, every time he writes a word, his understanding of holding a pen and writing will be deepened to a certain extent. When he was completely immersed in the pen and ink in his hands, the boredom on his face gradually faded, and was replaced by a looming reflection and enlightenment.

When a person is seriously doing something, he will not feel the passage of time, and when he is out of work, he will often sigh that time flies too quickly.

Yang Jie is exactly like this at the moment, practicing calligraphy for one night, if it weren't for the slight soreness of his arm, he didn't believe that it was as if it was a blink of an eye, and four hours had passed.

In four hours, Yang Jie wrote seven or eight sheets of rice paper, with preface and ancient poems, anyway, he wrote whatever came to mind. In the first few short poems, many shortcomings can be seen, but when Yang Jie gradually enters the state, the handwriting becomes smoother and more beautiful.

"This is what the Ruthless Memory calls 'into the gods'?"

Recalling the empty state of practicing calligraphy just now, Yang Jie's brows couldn't help but tremble slightly, in his ruthless memory, he could have a very special respect for 'entering the gods'.

Into the mind, that is, the mind is immersed in the mind, the heart drives the thoughts, and the thoughts push the limbs, no matter in which line of work, it is a very rare working state, and almost many people have a lifetime, and it is rare to enter the gods once.

In the Tao of Literature and Painting, those who can 'enter the gods' anytime and anywhere are all grandmaster-level figures. The ruthlessness in memory was when I was twenty-eight years old, and I stepped into this realm.

"If I can also grasp the state just now, then can I also become a calligraphy master? Grandmaster of Chinese painting? Even, can evolve the secret weapon technique from the calligraphy pen and ink, and easily open the stele and crack the stone? ”

With a bit of unbelievable joy, Yang Jie couldn't help but look forward to it, you must know that many of the ruthless skills in memory must rely on the realm of 'entering the gods' in order to exert the greatest effect.

Of course, looking forward to it, Yang Jie still has self-knowledge about this, and it is nothing to occasionally enter the state of 'entering the gods', whether he can fully control it depends on whether he has this opportunity in the future. So this surprise came and went quickly, and after a while, Yang Jie completely calmed down, packed up his things and took a shower and went to sleep.

The day after that, Yang Jie didn't go out except to go out to buy groceries, and spent most of his time practicing calligraphy. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the feeling of the night before, he felt tired after writing for a while, and he still wrote after resting, completely losing the fluency of writing.

"Sure enough, that feeling can't be forced."

That night, Yang Jie, who had tried all day, was unable to lie on the head of the bed, complaining in his mouth, but he never thought of giving up in his heart, no matter what, this was the only way for him to improve quickly.

Although he rarely played darts in the past two days, Yang Jie could feel that his progress in shooting was not slower than when he practiced darts every night some time ago, and even when the darts were held in his hands, Yang Jie could feel that his palms were no longer as stiff as before, but with a hint of softness.

When this night passed, Yang Jie's three-day vacation also came to an end, and on Friday, he had to go to work on time.

After five or six days of not coming to the substation, Yang Jie just walked in, and heard the police on duty at the police station beckoning to him: "Finally back?" Where have you been these days? ”

"No, I just stayed at home to recuperate, and now I'm almost better."

With a swing of his left arm, the bandage had been removed from his eyes, leaving only a scar several centimeters long exposed. Yang Jie didn't care too much about this, anyway, it wasn't that he had a scar on his face, as long as he didn't break his appearance.

Walking through the small courtyard of the sub-bureau behind the police station, and going up to the second floor, the door of the office was hidden, and Yang Jie heard the long-lost unpacking sound again.

Don't think about it, it's Zhang Xi eating.

Waiting for Yang Jie to push the door and walk in, sure enough, Zhang Xi was holding a pack of cookies in her hand, just looking at the packaging, it didn't seem like the ones she usually likes to eat.

"Some people, they don't have any crunch when they speak, crunch~~"

As soon as Yang Jie entered the office, there was a voice of Zhang Xi talking in his ears, there were only two people in the office at the moment, and this must have been said to himself.

Suddenly hearing such a sentence, Yang Jie couldn't help but be stunned, but only after seeing Zhang Xi eating biscuits, Yang Jie suddenly reacted. It seems that he promised to buy snacks for her.

Well, not only did he break his promise, but he was also arrested.

Yang Jie was embarrassed, and Zhang Xi continued to speak: "Hmph, my brother said that he would invite you to dinner in the evening, will you go?" ”

Zhang Xi's younger brother? The kid called Insolence?

Hehe, this little ghost is kind of interesting.

Thinking like this, Yang Jie smiled and answered: "He doesn't have to entertain him, get off work in the afternoon, I invite your sisters and brothers, count me as making amends to Sister Xi." ”

"Count you kid acquaintance!"

Hearing Yang Jie take the initiative to cough lightly, Zhang Xi muttered, and then focused all her attention on the Qiqu cake in front of her, which was the Xiangjiang goods she extorted from her friend.

Seeing Zhang Xi like this, Yang Jie could only shake his head, and at the same time turned on his computer, he hadn't been to work for a while, and he didn't know how many things had been backlogged in the past few days.

The computer desktop was piled up with a lot of documents as always, and Yang Jie remembered that before he left, the latest document was about a sub-bureau copywriter who was released on bail pending trial, and he hadn't had time to change it.

I clicked on it and looked at it, it has been changed by others, and behind this document, there are a lot of new things.

Seeing that Yang Jie was looking at the computer, Zhang Xi said in a timely manner: "Crunch, well, you don't have to worry about the other things, it's all done, you take a look at the police day, and the one next door said to let you get it." ”

Police Day?

According to what Zhang Xi said, Yang Jie clicked on a document placed in the lower right corner, and looked at it, it was a notice about submitting the logo of this year's Police Day theme activity.

"And the Police Day thing? I really hadn't heard of it before. ”

Touching his chin, Yang Jie flipped through the document with a little interest, but after reading it, he couldn't help pouting, thinking that it was something, it turned out to be a logo.

However, there are really a lot of requirements on this, not only to have a logo, but also to mark the source of inspiration, the meaning of the logo, and pay attention to the characteristics of the Jiangnan police.

Erase it, do this thing, it's more troublesome than writing a review, and the one next door said that he wanted to let himself do it? Zhang Xi didn't lie, right?

With a little disbelief, Yang Jie looked up at the other side: "Sister Xi, I don't know how to ps, how can the one next door let me do it?" You can draw something on it, and you'll be done. ”

"I won't, I'm too busy, who has time to get that thing." Biting down a piece of biscuit, Zhang Xi pursed his lips: "You get it first, if you can't do it, spend some money, ask someone outside to do it, anyway, when the time comes, just report something." ”

So, no wonder!

After listening to what Zhang Xi said, Yang Jie nodded suddenly, if you really let yourself get this thing, let alone hand it in before the deadline, even if it is over on Police Day, you may not be able to get it.

Since you can hire someone to do it and pay back the money, it will be much easier.

Downstairs at home, isn't there a professional graphic designer?

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