Fang Lao suddenly laughed and said, "Lao Wang, your skin is thick every year!" ”

The others breathed a sigh of relief and laughed as well.

Sha Ge only dared to bow his head deeply, for fear that Fang Lao would look at him again.

Fang Lao didn't bother to look at Sha Ge, and talked with Wu Wenmo and other people in the living room with a smile.

The atmosphere in the living room quickly eased, and at nine o'clock, Fang Lao looked at the time, looked at Fang Tianfeng and said, "Xiao Fang, your two characters are very good, I haven't seen enough." It's late at night, and the party is about to break up, so you can write me another piece of your book as a final gift for me. ”

Most people looked at Fang Tianfeng with envy, this was hated by Fang Lao, and only two people here had this glory.

However, Wang Yuanze and Liu Qian, who knew the inside story, were shocked in their hearts, and looked at Fang Tianfeng nervously, the word "last" was unusual.

It is impossible for Fang Lao to forget the death of Xiang Lao because Fang Tianfeng's handwriting is good.

Fang Tianfeng's face was as usual, and he said with a smile: "Okay, then I will sacrifice my ugliness again and write a book." Still going to your study? ”

"The study is too small, I will ask people to get pen and ink, and you can write here." Fang Lao said.

"Okay."

After a while, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone needed for writing were placed on the table in the living room.

The ink inkstone is still the one Fang Tianfeng chose before, square and ordinary, not like a famous inkstone.

Fang Tianfeng spread out the paper and selected a brush with half of the wolf and rabbit hair.

Fang Tianfeng held the brush in his hand, pondered for a moment, dipped in thick ink, and said: "Fang Lao loves calligraphy and history books, so I dare to write two sentences." ”

After speaking, Fang Tianfeng wrote a book on rice paper like flowing water.

The old people gathered in a circle, while the other young people craned their necks in the back to watch.

Soon. Ten characters appear on rice paper.

Traveling in the sea of history with cold eyes, talking about the ancients in peace.

After finishing writing, Fang Tianfeng left the table, and everyone took turns to watch it head-on.

Fang Lao looked at this painting and was silent for a long time.

Sha Ge's teacher, Shen Hou, was the first to praise and said: "It's like a shock. If you are like a dragon, you are worthy of being a little book saint, and you have won the samadhi of the book saint Wang Xizhi. At a young age, he reached the pinnacle of layout and planning, and he was really a genius. Xiao Fang's book. I'm not as good as. ”

Shen Hou was bitter in his heart, but in order to keep his image in front of Fang Lao, he had to say this, not to mention. After reading Fang Tianfeng's words, he felt extremely regretful in his heart, how good it would be if Fang Tianfeng was his student.

Yang Yuegang nodded and said, "Compared with that 'Fushou Shuangquan'." These ten words are noticeably more mature. There is less imitation of the book saint, and more of Xiaofang's own understanding. In particular, the transition between the strokes is even more natural. I think this character is better, and this character is more representative of the little book saint. ”

Many people in the living room were unconvinced before, but now when they saw Fang Tianfeng's ten words, they were stunned, and they couldn't imagine that Fang Tianfeng could write such good words. No matter how you look at it, there is a sense of perfection and perfection, and even only two or three calligraphy masters here can reach this level, and they may not be able to write a few words of this state in their lifetime.

Liu Qian originally thought that Wang Yuanze was touting him because of Fang Tianfeng's other identity, thinking that Fang Tianfeng's words were limited even if they were good-looking, but when he saw Fang Tianfeng's words, he was immediately shocked.

Liu Qian began to practice calligraphy at the age of six, he was a real expert, he didn't care about so many people around, grabbed the corner of Fang Tianfeng, and whispered: "Master Fang, let's decide, tomorrow I will bring the best pen, ink, paper and inkstone in my house to you, you must write a word for me, and the four treasures of my study will be your pen fee." If you don't write it to me, I'll crouch at your doorstep and not leave!" With your words, in a few hundred years, my family will be rich for ten generations! ”

Many old people felt faintly that after a few hundred years, among the people present, there might really be only one person, Fang Tianfeng, whose words could be passed down in the world, reaching the same level as the sage Wang Xizhi.

Wang Yuanze didn't speak, he kept secretly observing Fang Lao with his spare eyes.

After everyone finished praising him, Fang Lao nodded, smiled and said, "Good words, Lao Wang, you can help me frame it in a few days, and I will hang it in the study." ”

"Yes." Wang Yuanze agreed.

Subsequently, Secretary Duan came forward to see off the guests, and everyone left one after another.

After everyone left Fang's house, Fang Lao came to the study with the lettering, looked at it for a long time, and asked Secretary Duan: "Is there any evidence?" ”

"There is no evidence of Fang Tianfeng, all the technical means have been used, and it cannot be proved that Fang Tianfeng killed people. However, the evidence that Xiang Zhili hired a murderer is conclusive. ”

Fang Lao nodded and said, "Wait a minute, don't do anything until there is no evidence." Traveling in the sea of history with cold eyes, talking about the ancients in peace. Hmph, this kid really isn't a fuel-efficient lamp. ”

Secretary Duan said cautiously, "Do you want to put away that inkstone?" ”

A sad look appeared on Fang Lao's face, and he said: "My father likes this square ink inkstone the most, it is square, unpretentious, and has been placed on his desk for many years. It is a good thing that someone has a discerning eye and uses it to write good words that have been passed down through the ages, and they have not buried it. If you can write such words, you will not be a great evildoer. ”

Secretary Duan didn't speak, he just couldn't figure it out, was that Master Fang really so amazing? Obviously, I haven't seen the words of Fang Lao's father, but the block letters written have the style of Fang's father.

After Fang Lao finished speaking, he walked to the window and quietly looked at the bright moon outside the window.

Under the same bright moon, Fang Tianfeng, Qiao Ting and Nie Xiaodemon were driving towards their homes in a car.

Before getting into the car, Wang Yuanze and Liu Qian didn't say much, but the two of them gave a thumbs up at the same time, not only admiring Fang Tianfeng's words, but also admiring Fang Tianfeng's two sentences, which were really just right.

After arriving home, Fang Tianfeng and the distant female tenants chatted on their mobile phones, although they were scattered in the two places of the capital and the sea of clouds, they were very close.

Early the next morning, An Tiantian called to report her safety, and then said that she slept with Mrs. Gao yesterday, went directly to work at the airport this morning, and came back for dinner in the evening.

After breakfast, Fang Tianfeng, Qiao Ting and Nie Xiaodemon sat in the living room.

As soon as the doorbell rang, Fang Tianfeng went to open the door, only to see Qian Yangbo standing at the door with a middle-aged man over fifty years old, both of them smiling.

Qian Yangbo immediately introduced: "Deputy Director Shi, this is Master Fang Tianfeng Fang, Master Fang, this is Deputy Director Shi of CCTV." ”

Fang Tianfeng took the initiative to stretch out his right hand and smiled and said, "Hello, Director Shi." ”

Deputy Director Shi stretched out two hands to hold Fang Tianfeng's right hand and said, "Hello Master Fang. I have admired the daimyo for a long time. The attitude was very sincere, as if he really admired Fang Tianfeng.

Fang Tianfeng didn't take it to heart, this Deputy Director Shi obviously came because of Qian Yangbo, but Qian Yangbo should have told him something. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so low-profile.

Qian Yangbo said seriously: "Master Fang, your business is my business, no matter who they are, since they have robbed your friend of the place, as you said." We'll get it back in front of them! I have already spoken to Wang Taichang, so you can go with confidence. ”

Fang Tianfeng smiled and said, "Thank you, Yangbo." ”

"That's a very polite way to say that. When are we leaving? ”

"Wait a minute." Fang Tianfeng turned around and called Qiao Ting and Nie Xiaodemon out, and then went to the hotel where the Dongjiang Ballet was staying with Qian Yangbo and Deputy Director Shi.

When he arrived at the hotel, Fang Tianfeng introduced Deputy Director Shi to Head Zhong.

Head Zhong met Deputy Director Shi. At that time, the other party was only the department director of CCTV, but even at that time, Director Zhong couldn't stammer, but now Deputy Director Shi is at a higher level. But he was very enthusiastic about Captain Zhong. It was difficult for Captain Zhong to adapt for a while.

The members of the ballet troupe are all standing behind Captain Zhong, they don't know as much as Captain Zhong, but they also know that the deputy director of CCTV is unattainable for them, and this kind of big man is so enthusiastic about Captain Zhong, obviously because of Fang Tianfeng.

Many beauties in the ballet troupe couldn't help but look at Fang Tianfeng, their fiery eyes almost melting.

Others looked at Qiao Ting, full of deep envy. There are also people who hide jealousy and even jealousy in their hearts, because the current Qiao Ting is no longer someone they can provoke, behind Qiao Ting, there is a man named Fang Tianfeng.

Qiao Ting subconsciously approached Fang Tianfeng, she was not worried that her man would be robbed, but instinctively expressed the pride in her heart in this way, proud of Fang Tianfeng by her side, although she would never admit it.

Except for Su Shishi, no one cares more about Fang Tianfeng than Qiao Ting, and the relationship of more than ten years has been integrated into her soul.

The people of the ballet troupe took a rented bus to the rehearsal site of the CCTV Lantern Festival Gala, while the head of the ballet company sat in Nie Xiaoyou's car, and Deputy Director Shi's car was in the front.

The capital is known as the first blockage, especially in the morning, although the number of road closures due to the travel of leaders has decreased in the past two years, but the traffic along the way is slow.

When I arrived in front of CCTV's famous "big pants" building, it was already past ten o'clock.

Seeing the CCTV building, Head Zhong sighed lightly and said, "Xiaofang, thank you." Ever since our party quota was robbed, I have been in a panic and feel very uncomfortable, partly because I feel sorry for myself, and partly because I feel sorry for the people in the group, because of my personal grudge with others. Thank you, no matter whether it can succeed or not, I feel much better when I can see the CCTV building. ”

Fang Tianfeng smiled and said, "Aunt Zhong, don't be like this, I should do something for you and Qiao Ting." Qiao Ting doesn't really care if she goes to the party or not, but she cares about you. ”

Head Zhong's eyes were red, and he held Qiao Ting's hand and couldn't speak.

Qiao Ting also gently held Captain Zhong's hand, her eyes a little sad.

Fang Tianfeng said: "I told Yang Bo that I would arrange for you to enter the Spring Festival Gala next year." If Qiao Ting wants to go, you have to arrange a solo dance for her. ”

Director Zhong said: "Of course, we have to let Qiao Ting dance solo, without her, our Dongjiang Ballet is always a little worse." ”

Qiao Ting said: "I don't go to the Spring Festival Gala, of course I have to spend the Chinese New Year's Eve at home." ”

"Okay, you have the final say, I understand your eagerness to accompany me for the New Year." Fang Tianfeng said with a smile.

Qiao Ting glared at Fang Tianfeng, her cold and indifferent appearance was unusual.

Head Zhong smiled and said, "Also, Qiao Ting never asks for any fame and fortune, it is better to accompany you for the New Year." Out arrived. ”

The car was parked in the parking lot, and everyone got out of the car one after another.

Fang Tianfeng and the others were fine, but the girls who came to the CCTV building for the first time couldn't hide their joy and looked around. Although many people don't like CCTV's Spring Festival Gala this year or the annual meeting of the company, it is a joy to be on CCTV as a ballet dancer.