Picking up the pen and writing down the four words, Yang Jie originally thought that he had a ruthless memory, even if he couldn't write a master's handwriting, at least it could be as easy as carving.

However, when he stopped writing for a while, he found that the four characters he wrote with a brush were not as good as those usually written with a pen. The strokes are light and heavy, how ugly and ugly they are.

"Although I have a ruthless memory inheritance, some skills are not acquired in a vacuum. It's like a hidden weapon, you need to practice it from scratch. This calligraphy, I'm afraid, is even more so. After all, I am not ruthless, no matter how hard I work and how I write, it is not a ruthless memory that can help. At most, after writing, you can see your shortcomings at a glance, so it is easy to correct. ”

"Why is engraving so quick to use? This, I'm afraid that carving originally requires a certain amount of arm strength, and the force is heavier, which is more suitable for me now. ”

After stopping to think for a moment, Yang Jie suddenly found that after getting the ruthless memory, he had more to learn. After all, every skill of ruthlessness is a great existence in modern times, and since he is lucky to get his inheritance, there is no reason to let these skills be lost.

Thinking like this, Yang Jie did not take the rice paper again, but continued to write along the bad opening four words.

In the ninth year of Yonghe, the age is in Kwai Chou, and at the beginning of late spring, it will be in the Lanting of Huiji Shanyin.........

An orchid preface, excluding punctuation, is more than 300 words, practicing the brush is already slow, and by the time Yang Jie barely finishes writing, it will be an hour later.

"Don't let others see this handwriting, otherwise Brother I's reputation will be ruined on it."

Looking at the miserable rice paper in his hand, Yang Jie shook his head helplessly, although he would improve every word he wrote according to what he wrote ruthlessly in his memory, but the final effect was not obvious.

What is written is still 'recognizable'.

"Everyone says that T is strong, it is the highest honor of the union, no one competes with you for a position, no DKP, equipment...

I practiced it again, and looking at the handwriting that was obviously better than before, Yang Jie couldn't help but feel satisfied. But before he could put down the brush in his hand, the mobile phone on the side suddenly rang.

When I picked it up and looked at it, it seemed that it was Zhang Xi calling.

"Hey, Sister Xi?"

"Yes, I helped you ask for leave yesterday, and today the political commissar also approved you to rest for three days. You watched the director go on a business trip, and you don't plan to come to work, do you? ”

"Ahem, I really didn't mean not to come, the political commissar told you, right? I had a fall yesterday and am going to rest at home for a few days. ”

"Hmph, who knows what you did. Okay, don't talk nonsense with you, the second ball game of our bureau is going to be played in the afternoon, you can come when you see that you are free. The political commissar said that if you don't go to work, you can't do without cheering for them. ”

"Well, I almost forgot about it if you didn't say it." Hearing Zhang Xi mention the ball game, Yang Jie was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted, today Tuesday, isn't it the second group stage game of the bureau.

"Okay, I'll be there in time for the afternoon."

As soon as Yang Jie finished speaking, he heard a busy hang-up signal on the phone, knowing that Zhang Xi must be unhappy with her rest and she still has to go to work, she shook her head and smiled, and after moving her hands and feet a little, she began to write a third one.

Throughout the day, except for going downstairs for lunch, Yang Jie has been practicing calligraphy, writing the Lanting preface over and over again. When the time turned to five o'clock in the afternoon, the eighth preface was written, and the 'Mobao' in Yang Jie's hand finally seemed to be the same.

"It seems that my brother's talent is not bad, the things that the ancients played are just so difficult."

Comparing his latest brushwork and ink with the calligraphy and painting that he practiced ruthlessly in his memory, Yang Jie couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Don't underestimate these twelve or thirteen years old, you must know that Ruthless has practiced calligraphy since childhood, and by the time he was thirteen years old, he had practiced for almost eight years. But Yang Jie is now because of the help of the ruthless memory inheritance, it only took one afternoon to achieve this kind of water quality.

Of course, with this water product, it is limited to the three hundred words in the preface and the preface of Lanting, if Yang Jie is asked to write another article at this time, maybe he will have to go back to the original form.

"In the future, I will spare an hour every night to practice pen and ink, and slowly accumulate it, and one day, I will be able to bring convenience to myself."

After making up his mind, Yang Jie packed up the things on the table and prepared to go out. The location of the basketball court has not changed, and Jinding International Shopping Plaza is really far from the community where I live.

When Yang Jie rushed to the stadium hall on the first floor of Jinding alone, there were people on both sides of the court warming up and lazy, and on the bottom line of the court, Zhang Xi was holding a camera and taking pictures blindly.

Yang Jie's arrival at this time also attracted a lot of attention, you must know that in the last game, the bureau was going to lose, and it was Yang Jie who brought them the victory.

Many police officers in the sub-bureau don't say anything, but in fact, they still hope that Yang Jie can play again, and then win a big victory again.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little late."

With a little apology on his face, Yang Jie quickly stepped forward to greet his colleagues, and raised his left hand at the same time: "I'm injured, so I can't play, sit next to me and cheer for you." ”

"What's wrong with the hand?"

"Hurt?"

"This bandage is so sharp, which one wrapped it for you?"

As soon as Yang Jie walked close to the court, several colleagues surrounded him and asked me word by word.

"It's okay, I fell, a small problem."

Shrugged his shoulders, Yang Jie really didn't have much of a problem now, most of the other abrasions on his body were crusted, and now except for the bandage on his left arm, Yang Jie in other places had all ripped off in the morning.

After greeting a few buddies in the sub-bureau, Yang Jie walked towards Zhang Xi and said at the same time: "Why are there only you?" And what about the commissars? ”

Hearing someone talking next to him, Zhang Xi pursed his lips, didn't even put down the camera in his hand, and said directly: "What, do you want the political commissar to come?" It's not easy, call her~~"

"Ahem, I didn't say that, gotta watch the game, it's time to start."

Seeing that the referee came from outside, Yang Jie found a place to sit down, today is a fight with the Nanhe Branch, and the directors of the two branches have a good relationship, so don't worry about the last thing happening again.

And the process of the game, it seems that it is just as Yang Jie thought, since the two sides have maintained the state of affairs since the beginning of the game, you score a goal, I play one, one side will hit iron, and the other side will inevitably lose.

With such a tacit understanding, it is no wonder that Shangguan Xuan did not appear, and she is indeed not needed to come to the 'town' here.

The game on the field was very harmonious, as a spectator, Yang Jie was very bored, looking at the game in front of him like a tacit ball, he really couldn't arouse much interest.

"It's so boring, I wouldn't have come if I had known."

In fact, not only Yang Jie has this feeling, but also Zhang Xi next to him, at this time, the camera has already been put down by her, sitting on the wooden bench, holding her palm against her chin and shaking her head for a while.

"You don't want to come, anyway, it's your own attention to call me, right?"

At this point, if Yang Jie couldn't guess that Zhang Xi was 'falsely preaching the holy decree', then he would be in vain. Shangguan Xuan saw his 'miserable' appearance last night, how could he let him come when he didn't come?

"Who said it, it's obvious that the political commissar asked me to tell you, if you don't believe it, call and ask."

Call and ask?

This is a sure that you won't make this call, right?

Shaking his head helplessly, what else can Yang Jie say, let's admit it honestly!

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