Yang Luo looked at Wu Jianqi calmly and said, "Can you really put it down?" ”

Wu Jianqi had a smile on his face and tilted his head slightly, "How about putting it down, what if you can't let it go?" Life is full of ups and downs, a few falls, a few heels, is no more than a common thing, there is really no need to fall into it and chew a little heavy taste...... If you knew me in the past, maybe you would know me better now. In the noble spiritual kingdom, glory and wealth, fame and fortune are just passing clouds, even if they are as gorgeous as peonies, they will eventually return to dullness. So it doesn't matter to me to let go of what I can't let go. Imagine, if a person has no pursuit and attachment, no expectation and nostalgia, only an empty shell, what is the meaning of life? Perhaps, sometimes what we have to do is just go with the flow, and we don't have to force ourselves to let go of something, so what if we can't let go?

Life is like a dream, a dream is like life, a hurried life, lingering years, ebb and flow...... Life is like a one-way ticket with no return, in the long years, we are all hurried passers-by, all the memories of the past may be a little melancholy, maybe some pain and sadness, whether the dream of life is a dream come true, or a yellow beam, we have to face, to stay unintentional. ”

Yang Luo glanced at Wu Jianqi unexpectedly, and He Chongyang, who used to deal with Wu Jianqi often, seemed to be unfamiliar. How high-spirited and domineering Wu Jianqi was in the past. But in just over half a year, Wu Jianqi seems to have changed as a person, becoming a little desireless, as if he is a great wisdom who sees through life and death.

Wu Jianqi walked out of the flower shed, suddenly stopped, looked back at Yang Luo and said: "I heard that Yang Shao is a calligraphy master, I also like calligraphy, I usually write when I have nothing to do, but calligraphy is a thing, it really needs talent." I've been writing for decades, and the paper is white and the ink is black, but I just can't write the word life. Can you ask Yang Shao to write me a few words, it will not be in vain for us to get acquainted. ”

Hearing Wu Jianqi ask Yang Luo to write a word, the muscles on He Chongyang's face twitched. He had seen Yang Luo's words, that is, in Shen Longsheng's office. That day, he saw Yang Luo's words, which was really good. That day, he also saw Shen Longsheng being shot in the head, which really made him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

Yang Luo saw the expression on He Chongyang's face, and the corners of his mouth hooked: "No problem!" ”

Wu Jianqi looked at Huang Yuguo, and Huang Yuguo could only nod helplessly. For him, as long as people don't run away, everything else is easy to say.

Wu Jianqi smiled slightly, walked into the hall, and then entered the room on the right. This is the study, in which there is a pear marble bookcase, stacked with various legal texts, next to an inkstone, and a pen holder carved out of the landscape with jade carving, in which a pen is inserted. On the other side of the desk, there is a large Ru kiln flower sac, with a bag full of crystal white chrysanthemums. On the west wall, there is a large picture of Xiangyang smoke and rain, and a couplet is hung on the left and right: Refreshing air comes from the west, and the clouds and mist sweep away the world and regret. The great river goes east, and the waves wash away the sorrows of the past and the present.

Yang Luo walked to the smoke and rain map to observe carefully, and said after a while: "I didn't expect to see Mi Fu's true traces here." ”

Wu Jianqi came to Yang Luo's side, looked at the smoke and rain and said: "When I moved in, this painting was hanging here, and I still asked a friend to identify it, only to know that it is genuine." Said and glanced at Yang Luo, "I have to say, Yang Shao's eyes, you are really sharp-eyed, so after a while, you can be sure that it is Mi Fu's true handiwork." ”

Yang Luo smiled: "Calligraphy and painting are not separated, although I can't paint, but I know how to appreciate it." ”

Wu Jianqi nodded, pointed to the couplet and said, "Then look at who this couplet came from!" ”

Yang Luo said: "This couplet is from Su Shi's inscription on the Yellow Crane Tower in Wuchang. Looking at the handwriting, there is no doubt that it is Su Shi's authentic handwriting. ”

Hearing this, Wu Jianqi showed a smile on his face, but his smile hadn't disappeared yet, and he heard Yang Luo continue: "But there is no payment, which is very unreasonable." ”

Wu Jianqi couldn't help but say; "It's unreasonable, and you can't say it's fake." After speaking, he took off the framed couplet and unpacked the frame, "Look at the paper, smooth as spring water, fine as a silkworm cocoon, tough as Shu paper, bright and bright, this is definitely the Chengxintang paper of the Northern Song Dynasty." ”

Yang Luo smiled: "I just said that it was unreasonable to make a payment, and I didn't say that there was a problem with this paper!" ”

Wu Jianqi said: "I also said it, it's unreasonable, and it can't be said that it's fake." And it's definitely old paper, from the Northern Song Dynasty, this can't be fake! ”

Yang Luo nodded: "It can't be fake!" ”

Wu Jianqi said: "Then what do you still have doubts? This is Su Shi's real work! ”

Yang Luo laughed: "Old Wu, if I say that this is Su Shi's true work, do you have a special sense of achievement?" ”

Wu Jianqi was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "The world is changeable, since I fought with you and lost, I jumped out of the chessboard, and my mind has broadened a lot and I have looked down a lot." However, I am all thanks to you today, and I feel that I have achieved a lot of trouble, but I will definitely be a little happy. ”

Yang Luo shook his head helplessly: "At first, I really thought this was Su Shi's real work, but I just saw the smoke and rain map of Mi Xiangyang, and I didn't bother to appreciate it." Then you rush up and ask me who wrote it, then there's a problem. ”

Wu Jianqi said with great annoyance: "If this is not Su Shi's authentic work, then who wrote it?" ”

Yang Luo walked to the desk and said while studying the ink: "If this is not Su Shi's authentic handwriting, copying can be to the extent that it is fake, there is only one person, his name is Yu He." ”

Wu Jianqi said unrelentingly: "Master copying, from ancient times to the present, there is more than one Yu He. ”

Yang Luo nodded: "Indeed, but don't forget, this paper is the Chengxintang paper of the Northern Song Dynasty." In the Song and Yuan dynasties, only Yu He had such high skills that he could confuse the real with the false. ”

Yang Luo studied the ink, laid out the rice paper, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote a few words without hesitation: "In the vast sea of karma in the world, thousands of hardships come out!" ”

After Yang Luo finished writing these words, he raised his head and said: "Life is always difficult to resist sadness, but sometimes it is not possible to stop the good luck distributed by God at the same time, the key is to see if you can catch it." ”

Wu Jianqi looked down at Yang Luo's words, it was really an iron painting silver hook, not a little better than those calligraphy he had seen.

Yang Luo wrote again: "How many heroes, a pile of white bones with sand dunes." I sigh that the fools of this world, all my thoughts are in the riches, when the period and the day are the end, and I always ask endlessly. Until the child's face turns into gray hair, and the old sick and frail look back empty......"

Yang Luo wrote two pieces of rice paper, then put Bi aside and said, "How is it?" ”

Wu Jianqi sighed and said: "Good words, good words." ”

"There's too much time to lose, let's go!" Yang Luo walked out.

Huang Yuguo waved his hand, and the discipline inspectors on both sides walked over. Wu Jianqi sighed and put the notebook on the table. He walked out of the house under the supervision of two discipline inspectors and got into the car.

He Chongyang looked at the words left by Yang Luo on the table, picked it up unceremoniously, and then put it in his pocket.

Guan Hu opened his mouth wide, looked at He Chongyang, who had ruined the three views, and said, "Head, can we not do this?" ”

He Chongyang said with a blushing face: "You know a fart, Yang Luo's words are very valuable." ”

Guan Hu didn't believe it, He Chongyang said: "If you don't believe it, forget it." After saying that, he walked out quickly.

As soon as he came out, he saw Yang Luo waving in the jeep: "Let's go, see you again when you have a chance!" ”

He Chongyang shouted: "Where are you going?" ”

Yang Luo said: "Back to Dahua, there are still many things to do. As soon as he finished speaking, the phone in his pocket rang. When I took it out, it was Liu Lange calling, pressed the answer button, and before he could speak, Liu Lange's voice came from the earpiece.

"Something happened, when are you coming back?"

Yang Luo asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Liu Lange said: "The matter of the bauxite in Forestry Township, we haven't started to integrate the bauxite, some people can't sit still, and they have organized a lot of people to besiege the county government. ”

Yang Luoyi frowned: "How do you know?" ”

Liu Lange said angrily: "Zhang Zhenggui and Liu Yueqi are still waiting for you here, how do you say I know." Also, those mine owners took out a lot of money. As long as they participate, everyone can get points, and many villagers have been bought by them. ”

Yang Luo sneered: "Some people really don't shed tears when they don't see the coffin." Damn, since he wants to die, then I'll fulfill him. ”

Liu Lange asked, "When are you coming back?" ”

Yang Luo said: "I'm walking back, and it's about an hour and a half away. After that, he hung up the phone.

In Forestry Township, a small two-story building gathers thirty or forty people. One by one, it was like being cuckolded by his wife, and his face was full of bitterness and hatred.

Yu Jiang looked at the people below and smiled coldly: "The people who should be found have been found." ”

A fat-headed and big-eared guy said proudly: "There can be four or five hundred people!" ”

Yu Jiang asked, "These four or five hundred people are all old people and women!" ”

The fat-headed and big-eared guy said, "The young people have already run out, and most of the people in the village are left-behind children and old people. ”

Yu Jiang clenched his fists with both hands and waved it fiercely in the air, and said fiercely: "Little rabbit cub surnamed Yang, since you want to play, I will play with you." Let's see, who can have the last laugh. ”

Dahua, Liu Lange's office, Zhang Zhenggui and Wu Yueqi were full of sadness: "Secretary Liu, when will County Magistrate Yang come back?" If you don't go back, by the time they've set it up, it's too late. ”

Liu Lange smiled slightly: "It's okay, in fact, County Magistrate Yang has already thought that some people will not stand by and will definitely take action, so there are already countermeasures." ”