After Yuan Qifang dipped the brush in ink, he held the pen and muttered for a while, and his warm temperament suddenly became sharp, and the pen was like a snake.

After collecting the last stroke, Yuan Qifang threw away the brush in his hand in a dashing manner, took a step back, hugged his chest with both hands, and looked at the words he had just completed for a long time.

"Little brother! This calligraphy has improved a lot! Mrs. Yan scraped her chin with her index finger and pondered for a moment.

"The font is strong and straight, but also flexible and substantial. In this pair of words, we can faintly see the opposition and unity of movement and stillness, rigidity and softness, comfort and restraint, virtuality and reality, and have the spirit of the Tao. Fang Mo Nan rubbed his chin and commented. The ink fragrance is eternal, and the charm is full of grace. ”

"Huh...... The girl really can talk. Yuan Qifang said happily.

"Little brother, the girl didn't say anything bad! Look at this character, just like climbing a high mountain to look up at the wind and clouds, looking at the white waves and smoke in the distance of Lincang Sea, this ruler and a pair, the momentum of pen and ink between strokes, all see that your realm has gone up to another level. Mrs. Yan smiled, "I'm not a princess selling melons, selling and boasting." ”

Therefore, it is said: the momentum is unstoppable, the momentum is unstoppable, the head is hidden, the round pen belongs to the paper, so that the pen heart is often in the dot painting. Tail protection, draw the point to the end, and collect it. The momentum, out of the peck, and in the vertical pen. The pen is used by Zhao Fengjun. Yan Guangxing gave a thumbs up and said, "Uncle writes beautifully." ”

"Huh...... Uncle Yuan's grasp of the 'degree' is very good. The font looks simple and complex. It is rigorous and arbitrary, quiet and open-minded. It is dignified and elegant, popular and elegant. It is rational and emotional, naïve and old-fashioned. In your current painting, there is a faint hint of Buddhism and Taoism. Buddha and Tao hold the same principle, and only by meditation can they be created; Only with devotion and devotion can the realm be reached. Fang Menan raised his eyes and looked at him and said, "This may be what I felt last night." ”

"That's right! The girl is right! Perception of the Tao! Yuan Qifang said with feeling. The Tao, what is the Tao? The Tao is the path of your life, it is a process, it is everything you have to go through. To comprehend the Tao is to follow one's own path, and each person has his own way. The Tao lies in the heart, born from the heart, made by the living, not narrated by outsiders, not guided by predecessors, only by relying on oneself to figure out and comprehend. The things of the world are only qualified to let go if you have picked them up. Only when you have it can you feel the pain of loss. There is no good without evil, there is no ugliness and beauty, and all things in the world are mutually reinforcing and complementary. In fact, the words of the Tao have no meaning, but only to express their sound. Recognize its shape. Righteousness is understood by every man alone. The Tao is actually life. It's you. When you were born, you already had the Tao, but the Tao had no form. When your life is over, when you look back at everything, when the good is greater than the evil, and the beauty is greater than the ugly, you will be enlightened......"

"Uncle has been sick this time, but he has a fairy wind bone." Yan Guangxing quipped with a smile.

Yuan Qifang looked at this painting and was very satisfied, "Girl, I'll go and paste this calligraphy, and then I'll give it to you!" ”

"No problem, I'll hang in the study when I get home." Fang Monan said solemnly.

Mrs. Yan thought to herself that this girl could speak, so she coaxed the little brother to smile, "Little brother, wouldn't it be better to have a lotus picture!" ”

"Sister, that's a good point!" Yuan Qifang raised his eyes and looked at Fang Monan and asked kindly, "When will the girl leave?" ”

"Let's go at the end of the month!"

Yuan Qifang calculated that the time was in time, and there were more than ten days, "When it's ready, I'll give it to you." ”

"Good!" Fang Menan said.

'Didi ......' Big Brother's phone rang, and the voice came from Yan Guangxing's side.

Yan Guangxing made an apologetic gesture, walked out of the study with the eldest brother, and Shaoqing walked back, "There is something wrong with my company, Mom, uncle, you can't go!" I'll send you. ”

Yuan Qifang's sister and brother thought about it, and they had to leave first, and they had to go home to see their old mother. The old man called yesterday to ask if his younger brother was coming, and he didn't have a phone call after being on a business trip for so long. Maybe it's the mother-son connection, and the old man has a sense in his heart.

Yan Guangxing asked again, "Nannan, when will you return to Pengcheng." ”

Fang Monan smiled, "Tomorrow!" ”

"It's raining today, it's really not a coincidence, otherwise people will take you to have a good time." Yan Guangxing said regretfully.

"Okay, you're busy with you, I'm a big living person who can't arrange it myself! Besides, Brother Ariga is here! Fang Menan pointed to the big man who was cleaning up, the brush and the inkstone.

"The army is right! Take good care of Nannan! Yan Guangxing patted He Junyao on the shoulder and said.

He Junyao's shoulders stiffened and he almost didn't throw Yan Guangxing out, with his strength, Yan Guangxing would die and go to half his life. And Yan Guangxing unconsciously swam around from the death line.

"I booked the room for three days, if there is no rush! You can have a good time here. Yan Guangxing said.

"Hmmm! Got it. Fang Menan said.

Fang Monan and He Junyao waved their hands, smiled and watched the elevator door close, before turning around and going back to the room.

"Hmm!" Fang Monan stretched his waist, "It's still a long time until the evening!" What's next? She muttered to herself.

"Read!" He Junyao walked leisurely and said slowly but forcefully.

Fang Monan snapped his fingers, "Win my heart, go to the study!" ”

In the study, the bookshelves on the front wall are full of books, "bang...... Bang......" Fang Monan jumped around like a jumping bean, and his fingertips almost reached the book he wanted to read.

Suddenly feeling the breath of a person behind her, Fang Monan saw a large and slender hand with distinct knots stretched out from behind and stretched out above her head.

Fang Monan's eyes flashed slightly, and he was slightly stunned.

Her back pressed against his solid chest, bringing a very subtle tingling sensation, his long bronzed arm lightly touched her still raised white arm, and then calmly took the book "Three Coffins" that Murnan was going to read, "Is this the one?" And his breath was close together, just above his head and ears.

When Fang Monan noticed that He Junyao was encircled in his arms, He Junyao took a step back, but fortunately let go of her in time and put the book in her hand. His face sank like water, and he said, "It's this one!" The words flashed to other books, and he chose the books he wanted to read. Holding a book, he sat on the sofa with a calm face and flipped through it.

In the blink of an eye, the sweet atmosphere in the air disappeared cleanly. Suddenly, it seemed that the gentle touch just now was just a dream, and the warm and smooth feeling seemed to remain in the arm.

Fang Monan sat on the boss's chair, leaning on the back of the leather chair behind him, glanced at it, and he began to read calmly.

And after He Junyao felt Fang Monan's gaze leave his body, there seemed to be her fresh, a wisp of flower's fragrance between his noses, and his arms seemed to have the touch of that white and tender skin. This made his heart flush with a hint of irritability, but it was very comfortable and comfortable.

It's a pity that the time is too short.

The room was quiet, warm and sweet, only the rustle of flipping books, He Junyao first broke the silence, "I love to read detective novels so much." ”

"Three Coffins" by John. Dixon. Carl's famous detective novels, Carl was an important writer in the golden age of mystery fiction, and Agatha. Christie, Ellery. Quinn is also known as the "Golden Age Triumvirate". He is known for his unique ideas on the theme of secret rooms, and has designed more than 50 different types of secret rooms in his lifetime.

A person walks into the house and then evaporates; One man is shot in the snow, and there are no footprints of a second person around him—two bizarre events, combined with supernatural events such as brotherly feuds, corpse resurrections, and evil curses, make "Three Coffins" the pinnacle of impossible crime fiction.

"King of the Secret Chamber" John. Dixon. Carl's highest achievement, ranking first on Edward Hawke's list of the world's top 10 secret rooms.

"The book lives up to its name, and either of the two perfect chambers is a unique swan song. And the book cleverly binds them together with a special bond. And Gideon. Dr. Phil gushes on and on about the various possible types of the so-called chamber and analyzes its formation and principle, and concludes, of course, that "the chamber is essentially an illusion." "It is a classic doctrine that lovers of reasoning must read." Fang Menan put down the book in his hand, raised his eyes and said, "In other detective novels, if the reader is delicate, he can see who the murderer is. Carl, on the other hand, takes the impossible crime trick as the core framework, and combines a complex plot, exquisite plot design, extraordinary atmosphere, meticulous logical reasoning and vivid characters. It's hard to guess. ”

Impossible mysteries require an equally impossible atmosphere to create an effect that is both fantasy and reality. With the help of ancient legends and Gothic scenes, Carl naturally highlights the supernatural horror.

"He did write well, and in Carl's more than eighty long and short stories, he wrote almost every imaginable and unexpected impossible crime mystery, and designed more than fifty secret rooms, which were so ingenious that even Christie sighed to herself. The reader has no doubt that the manoeuvre in the novel will be realized, as Karl experiments with his own hands to ensure that the trick is feasible. He Junyao's deep and magnetic voice said slowly and powerfully. That's what makes it even more appealing. "The Three Coffins" holds a remarkable place in the secret room novels, partly because it contains two extremely bizarre secret rooms (one is a generalized secret room on the snow) and the other is because Dr. Phil gave the most famous "secret room speech" in history. In fact, no matter which one it is, it is enough to make this work famous for centuries. It is not an exaggeration to say that "Three Coffins" is the first secret room masterpiece in the history of reasoning. ”

"Hmmm! Well! Fang Monan nodded frequently like a chicken.

"Brother He! Your words are getting more and more. (To be continued.) )

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