Chang Xian folded the paper into a rectangle, soaked it in the rice soup, then took it out and covered it with a damp cloth, and then folded a piece of dry paper on it, and pressed it with his hands to ensure that the humidity was uniform.

After getting it done, I picked up a pen and dipped it in rice soup and brushed it on the paper, and then stuffed it on the surface of the tablet and fit it on all sides.

Finally, I used the felt next to my hand to suck the water carefully, changed the brown brush, and brushed off the bubbles between the paper and the stele.

This set of processes is complicated, but it is very fast.

Chang Xian thought to himself that this was simply the difficulty of a handicraft class in elementary school, and couldn't help grinning.

Unexpectedly, just this moment, the brown brush in his hand flickered, and the strength was slightly larger, and the paper was broken all of a sudden.

If this kind of thing is damaged, the whole sheet will be scrapped. He thumped his head in frustration, peeled off the paper, and replaced it with another one.

Eat a trench and grow a wisdom, this time be cautious, finally there is no problem, let the paper be completely flattened.

After the paper, it's time to smash the words.

This is a very delicate work, which requires people to use a brush and a small wooden clay to strike the gap between the strokes, so that the rice paper enters the mouth of the word and completely adheres to the concave surface of the stele.

The number of characters on this stele is very small, only four characters, the font is very large, and the difficulty is too small to be smaller.

Chang Xian knew that it was the old man who made him go from easy to difficult, if it was an upright stele of a few hundred words at the beginning, it would not be possible to complete it if he was killed, it would only cause a full sense of frustration.

But even if it's only four big words, it takes a lot of patience to type them in one by one.

Chang Xian lay there and crackled for half an hour before he stood up out of breath, a little dizzy.

"Doing such meaningless and repetitive physical labor, can I really cultivate my state of mind and develop calmness? Why do I feel more and more irritable if I can't do something with this effort? ”

Chang Xian was a little impetuous, threw down the brush, and wanted to leave here, but suddenly saw the words "intersection of sorrow and joy" covered by white paper.

These four words are different from Master Hongyi's sharp, demure and peaceful style, but take the Yellow Valley, the pen is strong, the words are longitudinal, and there is no sloppiness, such as holding a spear and a halberd, through the heavens and the earth ghosts and gods.

Sad yes hinye?

And Yereya?

"You have to do things consistently."

Chang Xian clenched his fists and cheered himself up.

Since you are an apprentice, you must obey the teacher's orders.

If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world?

A stele can't be extended, and you are ashamed to say what kind of collection?

Take your time to calm down.

When I returned to the hut and walked to the desk, I saw that there were all kinds of rubbings and tablets next to it, all of which were rubbings of the old man's own.

In the lower right corner of the rubbing, the time and place numbers are written, and each rubbings are attached to an article to record the scene at that time, but they did not leave their own names, one stroke at a time, meticulously written, and occasionally there are mistakes in the writing are pasted with white paper, quite attentively.

After counting it carefully, there must be more than 200 such rubbings, and there have been eighteen years before and after, and I can't help but feel a pang in my heart.

What kind of state of mind is an old man who is in the middle of his life in the city, isolated from the world, poor and happy, and has been carving monuments wholeheartedly for nearly 40 years?

The world has changed, the world has been turned upside down, and in the eyes of the old man, I am afraid that it will be like a breeze blowing on the face.

Chang Xian closed his eyes, as if he saw the old man lying alone here, standing alone in the lonely lamp.

Between the lines of these stone tablet rubbings, I feel a spirit of awe.

It echoes the spirit of Master Hongyi, a noble son, abandoning the prosperous ascetic precepts; Full of splendid talents, escape into the deserted garden to expand black and white.

It is a powerful will that burns mortal bodies to seek truth.

Chang Xian did not peek at what was written in those manuscripts, but respectfully withdrew from his "study", becoming more and more ashamed of his impetuousness, shallowness, and contempt.

At noon, Chang Xian scrambled an egg for himself, ate it hastily, and then returned to the outside and stood in front of the stone monument.

The words have all been smashed, and the next work is to officially rub the ink.

He looked down at the snow-white rice paper on the surface of the tablet and concentrated on the four big characters.

The old man's ink flutter here is ready-made.

Ink puffs, also known as toppings, are two garlic-shaped cotton bales covered with two layers of silk and a flat bottom.

Chang Xian used a brush to smear the ink in the porcelain plate, this is pine smoke ink, the ink quality is very good, and the old man also added half a bowl of egg whites in it, so it is shiny.

Chang Xian pours the ink on the good ink, rubs each other, and it is very even, and then picks up one of them and throws it on the paper.

According to the book, the ink flutter needs to be lightly hammered, first light and then heavy, and brushed three or four times repeatedly until it is as black and bright as black and white, and it is finished.

But Chang Xian soon found out that this Motuo is the same as ice skating, which is easy to say, but in fact it is not difficult.

Holding the ink flutter in your hand, how awkward it is, let alone splashing the ink.

In the book, it is said that Tuomo should be "light first and then heavy", what is light and what is heavy?

You can understand the words, and you can understand it.

This thing is the same as the recipe, a little oil, a little salt, a little light soy sauce, who can grasp it?

Chang Xian took the ink and wiped it one by one, and actually felt the feeling of "lifting the pen like carrying a tripod", either too shallow, or it became a big ink ball.

finally extended a line, but it looked like it was mixed with ink and miserable.

I wanted to make up for it, but I used it too hard, and the rice paper wrinkled, so I had to hammer it flat before I got it.

Chang Xian gritted his teeth and finally finished it, looked down, and didn't say whether the ink was uniform or not, just looking at the words were all rough and shallow, and he couldn't bear to see them at all.

He analyzed it, probably because he was not serious enough when he smashed the words in the morning, the paper and the tablet did not fit completely, and the concave and convex sense of the carved words could not be revealed, and it was naturally impossible to see it when it was extended.

I was so busy for a whole afternoon, and I used seven or eight pieces of rice paper in my spare time, and I was so tired and dizzy that I didn't get a single one.

Only then did he know that this craft seemed easy, but it was much more difficult than carrying bricks on the construction site.

When it was almost evening, the old man Shi Shiran walked to the hut, Xiaoman followed behind, holding a bamboo basket in his mouth, and a small bag of rice was placed in the bamboo basket, about two or three catties.

Chang Xian was sweating profusely but found nothing, the old man stared at him for a while, shook his head, and leaned over to demonstrate a few times in person.

I didn't see how his arm moved, and the surface of the stele has been coated with a layer of thick and uniform black ink, and the action is chic and refreshing.

The old man put down the ink flutter and said eight words lightly: "Don't move your fingers, only use your wrist strength." ”

Chang Xian tried it once, and the effect was really good.

He was about to lean over and continue wiping, but the old man stopped him.

"It's getting late, cook and eat first, and talk about it tomorrow."

The old man said, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

The next morning, Chang Xian was asleep in a daze, and suddenly felt someone tugging on his arm.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Xiaoman pulling his sleeve.

Chang Xian turned over and got up, but saw the old man boiling a pot of porridge in an iron pot, a few bags of mustard on the dining table, and a few pieces of bacon on the plate.

This is a sin, who deserves it?

Chang Xian blushed and called out to the master, and the old man said lightly: "Everything is about the heart, there is no filial son, don't care about the details on the surface." ”

Chang Xian respectfully served a bowl of porridge to the old man.

The porridge boiled in the stove pot is stronger than the rice cooker, and the rice grains taste viscous and sweet, so he drank two bowls in one go.