"You go to further education, what will the company do? What about production? Liu Zhikang stood up excitedly and said to him.

"Mr. Liu, don't worry, even if I go for a year and a half, this factory will still be the same, and the production and sales will go smoothly step by step, and you don't need to worry about it at all." Wu Shiqiang said domineeringly.

"You're so confident?" Liu Zhikang asked rhetorically.

"I'm confident in my management approach and confident in the ISO9000 series." Wu Shiqiang stepped forward to show his unique self-confidence.

"And what are you going to do?" Liu Zhikang paced around his desk, thinking in his heart how Wu Shiqiang would speak, whether to save his own money or make good use of the company's money.

"I need you to sign a letter of recommendation, as for the tuition fee or something, I'll pay it myself, after all, studying is my personal business, and I don't want people in the company to say that I take advantage of the company." Wu Shiqiang's generous statement made Liu Zhikang see the essence of his hypocrisy, and the previous cowering, polite and good were all appearances.

"Mr. Wu, if you say so, you will see the outside, and studying is also to better manage the company, let the company pay for this money, but you have to ensure the normal operation of production, and you have to be responsible for any problems." Liu Zhikang pointed at him and said.

"You can rest assured that I can make a military order, and if something goes wrong during my studies, I am willing to resign from this position and compensate the tuition fees issued by the company." Wu Shiqiang said with confidence.

"Okay, let's sign a notarization, lest you run away after reading the book." Liu Zhikang made a conclusion on the matter in the tone of a businessman.

"This must be signed." Wu Shiqiang saw that Liu Zhikang was so afraid that he would slip away, so he was able to get up more and more.

"Okay, I'll do it right away. Go to the notary public now to notarize the documents. When Liu Zhikang said this, his heart was dark.

"Okay, Mr. Liu." Wu Shiqiang followed Liu Zhikang and walked out of the office.

When Wu Shiqiang got the letter of recommendation, Liu Zhikang also got the notarial certificate he wanted, and the two took what they needed, but they were happy.

Li Yuxin stayed at the Guangyuxuan Academy as promised, waiting for Lao Ou's arrival. Lao Ou did not miss the appointment, he hurriedly took a tricycle to the academy.

"Old Ou, you're here." Li Yuxin got up and greeted him.

"With the same hand as the son, the pen and ink are ploughed, how can there be no reason not to come." Old Owen crepe a few words.

"Uncle Ou, hello." Hu Wei stood beside Li Yuxin and saluted respectfully.

"Mr. Hu is good." Lao Ou replied politely.

"Let's go, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are ready, but today we have to change the previous practice, you propose, I paint." Li Yuxin started a new game.

"Okay, just brush up on our tacit understanding." Old Ou grinned.

"Okay, you think about it first. I'll pick the pen. After Li Yuxin finished speaking, he began to choose the pen prepared by Hu Wei, and he gently tried the softness and hardness of the pen and its flexibility in his hand.

"Ziyun, grinding ink." Hu Wei snorted into the room.

"Oh, here we go." Ziyun ran out of the inner hall, only to see her pull up the cuff of her right hand, leaning against the table and grinding ink.

Lao Ou pondered for a moment and had an idea in his heart.

Li Yuxin also chose a pen for painting, and Ziyun put down the ink stick and waited aside. I only heard Lao Ou say slowly: "Singing cicadas." ”

Li Yuxin frowned, this old Ou is really a scholar, and he has such a meaningful topic. Li Yuxin remembered the song "Xijiang Moon, Night Walk in Huangsha Road" in middle school, when several classmates deliberately misinterpreted this poem, among which the sentence "listen to the sound of frogs" was regarded by Li Yuxin as a classic of scolding, three bright spots starlight, a few annoying trivialities, ask the future in the bookcase picture, listen to the sound of frogs. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but think of Yang Liu, and it was for this repugnable love that he compared everyone to a croaking frog. Of course, this frog sound is not the sound of the other frog, and the positive word has also become a model of derogatory meaning in different places. Sichuan people have created after-dinner entertainment in their lives, change the tone, maybe emphasize it a few more times, and the meaning of the words is not literal, so when you speak with Sichuan friends, you have to pay attention to the source of the words, the speed of speech, and the question or the tone.

Without gossiping, I saw Li Yuxin waving the brush in his hand, clearly outlining three or five live frogs, a cute cicada, and the splash of ink was lightly described as a faint rice field. Between stillness and movement, a harmonious artistic conception is presented.

Lao Ou couldn't stop nodding his head, and after Li Yuxin stopped writing, he quickly wrote on the painting: The bright moon is not a branch and the magpie is frightened, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. The payment is still Leosan people.

"Lao Ou's calligraphy is getting more and more fascinating." Li Yuxin couldn't help but praise a few words.

"Uncle Ou's handwriting is really good." Ziyun couldn't take his eyes off it, but he didn't know what was good. Hu Wei is also half an expert, and he screamed at the finishing touch, and when he covered his mouth slightly, he stroked his palms and echoed.

Immediately afterwards, Lao Ou came up with a second question: "Autumn branches." ”

Li Yuxin looked sideways and pondered, and quickly thought of Wang Anshi's "Autumn Branches Like Broken People", so he took this as a solution and made a composition of autumn wind and broken branches and leaves. Lao Ou couldn't help but shake his head when he watched from the side, he didn't expect Li Yuxin to paint this topic so unmeaningly, could it be that early autumn is coming in his heart, and spring is not there? Just thinking of this, I saw that Li Yu's new painting style changed, and a few points of light ink were applied to the lower end of the surface, with thin lines, and a few leaves of lotus floating on the water, pregnant with vitality. Lao Ou secretly screamed ashamed, and had to regret his cloudy eyes just now.

Hu Wei saw the beauty and naturally shouted again, Ziyun's face was flushed, and she was red for her understanding.

Lao Ou took the pen and wrote only two words on it: Autumn Branch. He didn't annotate the poems, maybe he wanted to leave a little room for everyone's imagination, and when a painting was born, thousands of people thought about it, each took what they needed, and each understood its meaning. This may be the true meaning of autumn branches, you may see hope, you may see death, how to write the legend in life is all up to you, where there is a will, there is a way, and the ignorant have empty dreams.

Lao Ou came up with the last question: "Empty dreams." ”

It's a topic that doesn't have a poetic explanation, and it's also a topic that is hard to put pen to. Li Yuxin couldn't put pen to paper for a long time, he was a little dazed, so dazed that he didn't even have a direction to ponder, he was like a blind boy in the dark night who couldn't find the familiar way home. He walked slowly on his lost path, with no direction.

Ziyun didn't know what to do, seeing that he didn't put pen to paper for a long time, she felt strange in her heart, she stared at Li Yuxin with curious eyes, as if she wanted to find the answer on his face. Hu Wei also looked sad, he didn't expect Lao Ou to be so ruthless, and gave Li Yuxin an inscrutable question.