Mo Fei couldn't help but be shocked when he heard that Village Chief Li had come to write by himself.

When these words came out of the mouth of Village Chief Li, there was an indescribable sense of weirdness. Village Chief Li has not read many books and has a limited level of education, so it is really puzzling that he came to ask Mo Fei to write today.

Seeing Mo Fei's puzzled gaze, Village Chief Li suddenly realized, slapped his head with his hand, and said with a smile: "Look at me, I actually said half a sentence, this is not the beginning or the end, no wonder you don't know why." ”

As he spoke, he took a sip of the tea in the cup, and a very comfortable and satisfied look appeared on his face, so he said unhurriedly: "Isn't the inn in our village completed, how can there be a decent plaque, I just thought, you kid is the lucky star of our village, and this time the inn opens, you have to touch your talent."

After speaking, he took another sip of tea and said with a smile: "Just now under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, everyone is still talking about this, Zhou Lao said, your kid's calligraphy is quite charming, even some calligraphers can't catch up." Even his old man admires you so much, that's naturally good. You can't shirk that. As a member of Gujing Village, you still have this responsibility and obligation. ”

Village Chief Li was afraid that Mo Fei would not agree, and finally buckled a big hat. Mo Fei couldn't cry or laugh, Village Chief Li said so, he could not refuse.

Qingliu and Bitao, who were whispering on the side, heard that Village Chief Li wanted Mo Fei to write, so they hurriedly ran over and snuggled up to Mo Fei's side.

Bi Tao raised her pink little face and said, "Brother, I haven't seen your words for a long time." Let's write the best one for the village uncle, so that everyone knows how powerful my brother is. ”

"Yes. That is, what is a calligrapher? My brother's words have been praised by even Qinglian and Mr. Li. ”

The two little guys chattered as if they had already made a decision for Murphy.

In his previous life, Mo Fei followed the Taoist monks of Dao Yin, and in his spare time, he often wrote and painted. The art of calligraphy and painting is broad and profound, and it can best cultivate temperament and nourish the spirit. Therefore, most of the people in the fairy road are knowledgeable, and they are also quite skilled in calligraphy and painting.

In addition, Mo Fei studied under the Tiantai Mountain Dao Yin Zhenren, and he is an expert in this way. Every time he clicked one or two on the side, he made Mo Fei Mao stop. The benefits are not shallow. There is also Li Qinglian, the Tiantai Sword Immortal of the Blue Lotus Residence on the Lotus Leaf Peak, who often comes to discuss with Daoyin Zhenren, and sometimes talks about the art of calligraphy and painting.

This time, Village Chief Li came to ask for words, but for Mo Fei, it was just a simple matter. Coupled with Aoyagi and Bi Tao agitating on the side, Mo Fei is not easy to refuse. smiled bitterly: "Okay, don't praise your brother, according to you." ”

The two little ones cheered and rushed into Murphy's bedroom. I'm going to prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. Mo Fei removed the small red clay stove and various tea sets on the stone table.

After a while, the two ran out with an inkstone and rice paper. Aoyagi spreads the snow-white rice paper flat on the stone table. Bi Tao is responsible for grinding.

When Village Chief Li on the side saw it, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Yo." Aoyagi and Momomo are really big ghosts, and they deserve to be children in the city. Knowing is a lot, unlike these babies in our countryside, who know that they run crazy every day, and they all have wild fun. ”

"Uncle Village, we're not children anymore, okay." Bi Tao frowned and muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Yes, you're not children, you're all little adults." Village Chief Li likes these two clean and beautiful dolls very much, and he has to tease anyone who has nothing to say, why are they so rare.

The grass and tree elves are Zhong Lingyuxiu, who condenses the spirit of heaven and earth, and is naturally handsome and lovely. These two people also got the guidance of Dao Yin Zhenren to practice Taoist Xuangong, and on their bodies, the Tao Qi is mellow and naturally harmonious, so they are particularly endearing.

Mo Fei lifted the brush, turned his head and asked, "Uncle Li, what words do you want me to write, and I haven't explained yet?" ”

Village Chief Li was about to reply, when the courtyard door creaked, and Zhou Lao pushed the door and walked in, and said with a smile: "In my opinion, it is called 'Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Residence', which is the most appropriate."

In the past, there was Tao Weng who lived in seclusion in the mountains and wilderness, and wrote a group of poems called "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home", which exhausted the joy of returning to the countryside, and there was also "Returning to the Words" to express his feelings of peace and happiness and advocating nature.

Today's Gujing Village, the beauty of the environment, the simplicity of life, living in it, the leisurely state of mind, and Tao Gong in the poem, how similar. ”

Old Man Zhou walked in leisurely with his hands behind his back. Relaxed, free and easy, looking at the appearance, it really has a bit of the demeanor of the five willow monks back then.

Mo Fei saw Zhou Lao walking in, so he put down his pen and said with a smile: "Old man, didn't you go to play chess with Zhao Wuye and them, why did you come back so quickly." ”

"Xiao Lizi said that he wanted you to mention a few words to the hostel, my old man was curious, come and take a look."

After that, he turned his head and smiled at Village Chief Li: "Xiao Li, what do you think is the name 'Guiyuan Tianju', which is not only quite meaningful, but also in line with the natural environment of our Gujing Village." ”

Village Chief Li hurriedly responded: "Old Zhou, what you always say is naturally good, just follow you, you know that our Gujing Village is mostly rough people, and we can't come up with too decent names, I still saw that the big hotels in the city have a loud name, so I thought of it." ”

Village Chief Li scratched his head, and a slight smile appeared on his face. Apparently embarrassed that he couldn't give himself a decent name.

Mo Fei pondered for a moment and said, "The name that Elder Zhou said is indeed appropriate, so let's use this." ”

After that, he lifted the brush, dipped it in the inkstone, drew a little in his heart, and then took the silver snake with the pen, and the four vigorous and bright characters of "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home" jumped on the paper. The words are rigorous, the body is vigorous, and there is the atmosphere of a dragon and a tiger.

Zhou Lao, who was watching from the side, couldn't help nodding, when Mo Fei was the last stroke, after putting away the pen, Zhou Lao couldn't help but exclaim: "Look at the font is the willow body of the great calligrapher Liu Gongquan in the Tang Dynasty. Balanced and thin, the dot painting is crisp and beautiful.

Yes, yes, not only has its blood, wind spirit, and charm, but it is strong and graceful, but it also has its own casual and free atmosphere. Xiaomo, I didn't expect you to be so accomplished in calligraphy, and a few old guys in the calligraphy and painting industry I know may not necessarily surpass you. ”

After that, he shook his head again and again and sighed. Today, Mo Fei was another surprise to Old Man Zhou. Qingliu on the side pouted and said: "Grandpa Zhou, what is this, my brother's best thing is painting, if you see his paintings, it is called a wonderful brush, and the real master said that my brother's painting skills have been known to everyone." ”

"Master? What Master. The master who taught Xiaomo to learn calligraphy and painting? When Zhou Lao heard Qingliu say this, he asked with interest, to be able to teach such an outstanding disciple, this master must not be a simple character.

"My neighbor moved away later, and I'm not very familiar with it." Aoyagi saw that he was almost out of his mouth, and hurriedly explained.

"Oh, that's a pity, it seems that there are masters everywhere in the people." Zhou Lao sighed and walked out again.

When he came back to see Mo Fei writing, he was so happy that he naturally went to play chess with the group of old people, but he was also decisive and simple.

Village Chief Li got Mofei's words, and happily went out to find someone to make a plaque at the hotel.

The small courtyard has regained its former calm, still swaying with bamboo shadows, and sometimes a dark fragrance floating (to be continued......)

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