Donnie Yen doesn't talk much, and he holds a book in his hand every day, and he reads it non-stop. Reading "The Analects" today, and reading "Zuo Chuan" tomorrow, I can't put it down, and I enjoy it. He had a different impression of this Shandong man, the Water Margin story happened there, and it always made people feel that the people of Ludi were the masters of rebellion, and the men were all masculine, but the people in front of him were an exception. Gu Chi began to feel that this brother should have a very high literary accomplishment, those traditional classics are indeed popular, but all of them are used to ancient texts, and ordinary people feel obscure after all when they read it, but this guy reads it like a glutton, how good this kind of kung fu is, it makes people unaware of it. Until one day, he accidentally saw that there were two copies of "Feiyan Gaiden" and Li Yu's "Futon" on the head of this brother's bed, and he knew that this guy was just a mortal bone.

The wind is blowing in the day, and the scenery is flowing westward. Time flies, like fine sand at the fingertips, and the white horse passes through the gap. In the blink of an eye, another month is gone. In addition to practicing some calligraphy every day and reading some books that interest him, Guchi is slowly adapting to the local diet. One afternoon, everyone went back to the house to rest after dinner. Gu Chi Zhi Leng lay on the bed, because of the hot weather, he couldn't sleep for a long time. So he got up and opened the window and door, hoping that a cool breeze would blow into the house, and spread out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, thinking about writing a few lines of Chinese characters. After thinking for a while, the lake pen dipped in ink and wrote a few sentences of Ouyang Xun's line. Looking left and right, I felt that it was a little interesting, so I took out the ink and buckled the seal.

"Well written!" A human voice came out of the cold behind him, startling him, it turned out that Fang was only concentrating on splashing ink, and he didn't notice that someone came in. Turning his head, he tilted his head to admire the calligraphy on the table, smiling and praising it. Gu Chi suddenly felt very embarrassed, knowing that his clumsy level was average, where was it worthy of such applause, he hurriedly put down the seal in his hand, turned around and said: "Brother Wen, I am purely entertaining myself, I have nothing to write and play." Luo Haiwen bent down, approached the table, looked at it carefully, and said while nodding: "Yes, iron painting silver hook, how long have you been practicing my brother's calligraphy?" Gu Chi said embarrassedly: "I usually write when I have time, I can't talk about special practice, it's just a hobby in my spare time." ”

Luo Haiwen patted him on the shoulder gently, and said, "Yes, yes, it's really not a raptor, it's not a dragon, and you are not ordinary people who are admitted to the civil service." I don't know which calligraphy you usually like to practice? Gu Chi couldn't help but praise, felt a little uncomfortable, and said shyly: "Brother Wen has a reputation on the ground, where can my brother afford such words, talented people have already gone to society, where would they sharpen their heads and drill into the government like me." There is nothing systematic about writing on weekdays, it is all based on hobbies and practice, I have been in Ou Kai, I have copied Liu Yan, Chinese calligraphy is broad and profound, I have not even learned the fur. The other party laughed, which made Gu Chi even more embarrassed, and thought that Fang Cai's words were inappropriate.

Luo Haiwen said: "A few days ago, the beating incident at the door of the government was in an uproar, everyone knows it, because you are involved, I wanted to talk to you privately, but I have not been able to find a suitable opportunity, how is it handled now?" Gu Chi felt a trace of warmth in his heart when he heard someone concerned, and hurriedly beckoned the visitor to sit down, and replied that it was all right, so there was no need to worry. Luo Haiwen sat on the edge of the bed and said earnestly: "When you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you must pay attention to the method, although most of the petitioners have encountered injustice and deserve sympathy, but there are some people who have bad intentions, lest the world be chaotic." To put it bluntly, it's still for his own small profits. In any case, these are things at work after all, and we must not put individuals into them for this, and we must learn to protect ourselves. Gu Chi nodded solemnly, but he didn't expect the person in front of him to speak to the point, without the slightest officialness, and he couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart. In fact, after this incident, he has already reflected on it for a long time, and gradually realized some truths.

Luo Haiwen got up and said, "Okay, let's rest at noon." Do you have any arrangements for the evening? If it's okay, come with me to dinner. "He lives alone in the unit now, of course, there is nothing to do, since there is a free dinner to eat, there is no reason not to go. After thinking about it, maybe people were just polite words on their faces, so they said, "It's okay at night, but is it appropriate for me to go?" Luo Haiwen smiled: "There is nothing inappropriate, and there are no outsiders at night, they are all friends who have a good time, and you can meet more people." Gu Chi nodded happily "um". Before going out, Luo Haiwen turned his head to look at the ink on the table, and said, "If the idle chapter in front of it falls on the lower part of the first word, this character will look better." With that, he waved his hand and went downstairs.

Gu Chi felt that this remark had a deep meaning, stood in front of the table and pondered for a while, and then consulted some previous works, which were indeed as Yu Haiwen said. Suddenly, it dawned on me. So, I re-covered the first chapter again, and then found that the whole work was much better than before, and I secretly admired it. Then he closed the door, took off his clothes, and lay on the bed sweating only a small pair of trousers. There was a pickled ceiling fan hanging on the roof, which was covered with black fly droppings, barely sending a cool breeze, and the ancient pool was in a daze.

In the scorching summer, the heat wave hits people, the leaves of the national acacia on the side of the road are hanging low, and the cicadas on the trees are noisy, which makes people feel a little bored, and the days and nights seem longer. At three o'clock in the afternoon, Gu Chi hid in the guardhouse, looking at the bright sun outside in a daze. Precisely:

The scorching sun burns in the air like fire, and it is baked in the furnace between heaven and earth. The left hand is slowly set up and the right hand is shaken frequently. The woman's hot pants show her white legs, and the man's bare shoulders cover his belly. The neighborhood is sparsely populated, and parasol hats are floating everywhere. How miserable the creatures in the world are, how can they get the cold water of Yao Pond.

He whispered in his mouth: "Heaven and earth are a big kiln, and Yang charcoal cooks in June." All things are clay, why do people complain about the heat. You look at the autumn of the hundred grains, and it is also knotted in the summer. The water in the fields is boiling like soup, and the back is wet with sweat. Farmer Fang Xiayun, sit down and dare to eat. This poem was not written by him, and he thought that the poem was a good poem, but the word "June" in it did not quite fit the occasion, after all, it was past that season, and it would be great if it was changed to "Yang charcoal cooking the moon". However, after all, Dai Gugu is a famous poet of the Jianghu School in the Song Dynasty for 50 years, and his poems can not be changed by my generation. Having said that, would the Song Dynasty 700 years ago be so hot, could it be that there will also be sauna days? Gu Chi sat there quietly, and his mind began to think, and he was unconsciously happy.

When there was nothing to do at the gate, Sheng Ming sat in the house and hung out with a group of people. Gu Chi is still very vague about the division of labor among leaders, and he doesn't understand why a deputy section-level leader would be responsible for a mess at the door. He didn't know whether there were many petitioners in Jiyun County, or whether the work of receiving petitions was relatively important, but he only knew that it was a bunch of tricky things that were difficult to deal with. He quietly asked Donnie Yen: "Is there anything wrong at night?" The other party shook his head and said, "What can happen if you are single?" He said, "Someone invites you to dinner in the evening, will you go together?" Zixian helped his glasses, put the book in his hand aside, and his spirit immediately became strong, and said, "Okay, go, go, why don't you go?" The two made an appointment about it. When he was about to get off work, Sheng Ming wanted to invite the two of them to dinner and asked if they were free in the evening. Gu Chi was surprised, but he didn't expect the two meals to collide, so he could only excuse himself and say that there was something to do at night, and the matter of eating would be talked about another day.

At half past five, Luo Haiwen called and asked Gu Chi to go to the office first and wait, he still had some follow-up work to be handled. Gu Chi and Donnie Yen went up to the second floor, and the easternmost room was his office. knocked on the door and entered, there was a young man sitting in front of the computer, with a round figure, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, a short shirt, and jeans, completely unconcerned about the two of them coming in, staring at the screen with both eyes, sitting motionless.

Ju Haven beckoned the two of them to sit down as he flipped through the pile of papers on the table. Gu Chi said: "Brother Wen, this is Donnie Yen, you have seen it." He's okay at night, can we go over together? Luo Haiwen smiled happily: "Okay, I just happen to know each other." The two smiled and nodded. After a while, Luo Haiwen was idle and said to the young man: "Yixing, come here, this is a new civil servant in our unit, introduce me to you." The young man turned his head and smiled slightly: "Hello, I'm Ren Yixing." Gu Chi and Donnie Yen stood on their toes and nodded in greeting. Luo Haiwen said: "Ren Yixing is now in charge of the inspection office, and I usually have other things, and the work here is basically handed over to him." There are few people to do, and it seems to be more busy. A few people talked for a while, and then walked out. Ren Yixing didn't follow, saying that there were other things to do at night.

As soon as the three of them arrived at the gate, a limousine had already stopped on the side of the road. The brand new paint is spotless, bright and imposing. Gu Chi recognized that it was a BMW, and thought that the person who could drive this car would be either rich or expensive. The window of the car was automatically lowered, and a small flat head poked out of it, shouting for the three of them to get into the car. Ju Haiwen greeted him with a smile, and the two young men followed. After being introduced, they knew that this person's name was Hua Yiming, Brother Wen's friend. Gu Chi was born in poverty, studied hard all the way, and entered the system, where did he ever sit in such a luxury car, and the whole person trembled with the body. At this time, Furuchi sat in the car and looked out, and sure enough, the feeling was different from that of taking a taxi. It is no wonder that the ancients paid attention to the BMW with the hero, the red rabbit of the flying general Lu Bu, the virtuous Liu Beizhi Lu, the overlord Xiang Yu's black horse, and many men almost all had a horse. Nowadays, the ancient times have passed, and people still have a different pursuit of means of transportation, otherwise there would not be countless valuable BMW and Mercedes-Benz.

The streets are noisy and bustling, so lively. Although it was the end of the day, the sun was still shining, sowing residual warmth, and the whole city was steaming. People came out of the houses one after another, old and young women and Confucians increased, and the streets swept away the desolation of the day, and became more popular. Whether it is walking, walking, walking, or going home, the crowd is like a tide, all flocking to the north of the city. It turns out that today coincides with the eighteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, which is the annual Niangniang Temple event in Jiyun County. Guchi has heard people say, there is a Niangniang temple in the north of the city, according to legend, during the Northern Song Dynasty, there is a woman wearing male makeup here, following Yang Liulang to bravely resist the Liao war, seven days later, Zhuqiao Town a "fairy girl" sat down, before death claimed that she was the reincarnation of the woman. Later, in order to commemorate this woman, people built a shrine of goddesses, and set her birthday on July 18 as the main meeting. At that time, the whole city is very lively.