Hearing Yi Abao say that there was an uncle's ink treasure, others hurriedly begged him to take it out and take a look.

"Brother Yi, since you have one, can you allow me to wait and see?" "Yes, Bao, show me!"

"How do you know if you're bragging if you don't show us?"

Po frowned.

"It's just a bit of trouble."

The other people, who were already curious, immediately urged and pleaded.

"What's the trouble?" "Bao, you said that your uncle and grandfather have a high level of calligraphy."

"Yes, you have aroused our curiosity, but you don't show us Mobao, what does this mean?"

Ah Bao is a little embarrassed and apprehensive in his heart now, he was too full of words just now, in fact, the last time he read Grandpa's words was a few years ago.

What if a friend reads it and thinks it's just like that?

It's beautifully written, but what if it can't compare to the Master? And it's dyed with a puddle of ink, and some of it can't be handled

"Bao, you can't really brag, don't you dare to show us now?"

was pleaded again and again and provoked by this sentence, Ah Bao gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Okay! Look, you wait here, I'll fetch it!" ”

"That's great!" "Go and come back quickly!"

"Wait!"

Po said as he got up and opened the door of the study, and quickly closed the door after going out to keep the cold wind out.

A few people in the study will talk again.

"Are you saying Brother Yi is bragging?" "I don't think it looks like this, but what is there for him to hesitate?"

"Indeed." "Well, we'll find out later!"

"But have you ever heard of the calligraphy surnamed Yi?" "And still alive."

"It's like. I've never heard of it. ”

On the other side, Ah Bao had already come out of the study and walked through the courtyard to the wing room on the other side, where the front yard was still drinking and chatting, and his father did not return to the room.

Po pushed open the door of his parents' room, and without lighting the lamp, he could find the old box in the corner of the room, which was left behind when the old mansion was not demolished, and contained some things left by his grandfather and his uncle.

To tell the truth, the contents of this box, Yi Baokang and Yi Yong'an, basically do not touch it, and they have long said that it is left for Bao.

So Ah Bao didn't feel that he was taking it to see what was inappropriate, he opened the box and directly took the old lacquered mahogany box, and then walked back to the study quickly.

The people in the study were chatting, and suddenly saw the door being opened, and Ah Bao came back with a lacquered mahogany box, and suddenly they all came up.

"Got it?" "Inside?"

"Of course it's inside, get out of the way!"

Po said as he walked to the bookcase, put the wooden box on it, and a group of people stared at the box.

This box is dark red, and the paint has fallen off a lot, but the paint has also been pulped, and it looks very old.

And seeing Ah Bao's very solemn appearance, even some people on the side became serious, very much like facing the master's assessment.

Ah Bao broke the lock and carefully opened the wooden box, which contained two old pens, a broken old inkstone, and a rolled-up piece of paper, which obviously had ink-colored marks.

Po carefully took out the piece of paper, and then slowly unfolded it on the bookcase, although the paper was mostly soaked in ink, but the rest of the visible words were also revealed in front of everyone's eyes

Just seeing this article, everyone, including Ah Bao, was quickly drawn by the words.

The floating clouds shook gently, the aura was compelling, the iron drew a silver hook, and it moved like a dragon

As a student of Yuezhou Academy, I have seen many famous works, and many of the masters in the academy also like calligraphy, and even require students to copy some calligraphy, so they naturally have a certain appreciation of calligraphy.

But the words in front of him bring people a special shock, even Yi Abao, who has seen it many times, can't help but shake in his heart, every time he looks at Grandpa's words, he feels different from the last time, and he can be amazed every time!

"This, this is Brother Yi, your uncle's words?"

"I, why do I think this word is better than the real handwriting of the bookish Yan Qin, is it my delusion?"

"I'm afraid it's not just you who feel this way" "Can't add more, can't add more!" ”

"But it's a pity, why did you let the ink be splashed!" "Oh, it's heartbreaking!"

Ah Bao didn't say anything, and a few people on the side had already beaten their chests.

"I really want to see the whole story!" "So Mobao is in front, but he can't see the whole picture, alas!"

"Well, why is there so much ink?"

Po himself had just recovered from the shock, and he was still very satisfied with the reactions of a few friends, and he couldn't help but think back to the beginning when he heard this.

"When I was a child, my grandfather was writing in the lobby of my house, and when I was about to finish writing, the table leg broke, everything on the table fell off, and the ink splashed on the words."

Several people looked around the paper, and their regret and longing were overflowing.

"Brother Yi, your uncle and grandfather, what about others?" "Yes, where did your uncle go, and when will he come back?"

"Can you ask for a Mobao for me when you come back?" "I want it too!"

"And me!" "Brother Yi, I have a little sister in my family, who is only two years younger than me, although she is not very old, she has already been born like a flower, and she will be in the future."

Ah Bao's head was big, and he hurriedly waved his hand.

"Don't don't don't, don't say it! How can I be the master of Grandpa, besides, he hasn't been back for many years."

"How long was the last time your uncle went out and came back?"

Someone asked this question, which made Po speechless for a while, and it took a while before he replied.

"It's like. It's been decades."

"Huh?" "What?" "Decades?"

Others suspected that they had misheard, but Po smiled wryly, this is indeed the truth.

Seeing Po like this, several friends were also a little depressed, but they still held out hope.

"Brother Yi, let's be honest, who is your uncle?" "Yes, where is it sacred?"

"With this word, if Yan Qin is still alive and sees it, it is impossible for him to be arrogant enough to say that Dayong's calligraphy is only fond of him for three hundred years!"

"It's a bit exaggerated, but I think Brother Zhang is right!"

"Agreed!" "Seconded!"

"Uh, Bao, just tell us, what is our relationship, we will never go out and talk nonsense!"

"yes, tell us!"

For his uncle and grandfather to be recognized so much, Ah Bao was both happy and proud, and his face also showed a little pride.

"Grandpa Uncle didn't say that I was not allowed to tell others, my grandfather's original name was Yi Hanlin, and he changed his name later, and my grandfather has always been called Yi Shuyuan!"

"Yi Shuyuan?"

As soon as they heard the names "Hanlin" and "Shuyuan", several people understood which two words they were.

"Well, Master Bookkeeper showed me one of his framed poems, which was also written by my uncle, so I know that in addition to his real name, my uncle also has a name called Yi Daozi!"

The others nodded slightly, with the name of "Dao", is it a self-proclaimed skill that is close to the Tao, but it does have the ability to be proud.

But after searching all the memories, I didn't think about these two names, so I could only say that I should be a hermit.

"By the way, what's the name of the word on this poster?"

"Uncle didn't leave a word, but my father asked him back then, if I remember correctly, it should be called "Qiankun Change"."

"Change?" "This year's Chinese New Year's Eve is really worth it!"

"yes."

Several people were very excited, this is obviously a hermit with a big story, I didn't expect my classmate's family to be so promising!

"Brother Yi, why don't you frame this word?" "yes, don't you feel sorry for such a clumsy way of preservation?"

"That's right, just leave it like that, it won't last many years and it will break!"

"Framed it, huh?"

Under the encouragement of everyone, Yi Abao also felt that this character should indeed be framed, after all, it was an old paper, and it had been yellowed, and it should be properly preserved.

——

Framed calligraphy and painting is not something that a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old academy students can operate, not to mention that the Yi family does not have the corresponding tools, even if they have, they dare not operate such precious characters casually.

After asking my father and grandfather, and convincing the two elders with my friends, the six people, including Yi Abao, hurried out on the second day of the Lunar New Year and took a carriage directly to Yuanjiang County.

The city is full of excitement during the New Year, not to mention all kinds of calligraphy and painting stalls.

However, of course, it is impossible for the six of them to find a roadside stall and let people help frame calligraphy and paintings, Yuezhou Academy has a master whose hometown is in Yuanjiang County, and it must be much more reliable to find a master for this kind of thing.

The Yi family had also given gifts to the master here before, and Yi Abao still knew where the master's house was.

The six of them got out of the car and went to look for the master together, and naturally they couldn't forget the gifts, but they were all mainly eating, which made them all very excited.

"Do you think Master Li would be surprised if he saw this word?" "Then you still need to ask?"

"Hey, hey, can't wait to see him!"

After walking through the streets and alleys, the six of them soon arrived at the door of a small courtyard in a residential area in the city, and one of them could not wait to knock on the door.

"Knock knock" "Knock knock"

After a few knocks, a man in his mid-thirties opened the door.

"Who are you?"

As soon as the man asked the question, the six of them saw an old man in front of the house behind him looking out of the door, and immediately bowed inward together, and said in unison.

"The students are here to pay New Year's greetings to Master Li!"

"It's good, it's good to have this heart! Come on in, how about having lunch here today? ”

The old master was smiling, and during the New Year, some students came to visit the New Year, especially when there were other guests at home, and he still had a long face.

"Xie Fuzi! By the way, here's a pastry for you! "It's preserved fruit!"

"And two pounds of wine!"

"Hahaha"

The old master looked at the six students and felt that it was very pleasing to the eyes, and personally came over to beckon a few people in.

Naturally, the Master's family is not as big as the Yi family today, but it is much better than ordinary people, when six people enter, the other guests in the family who are sitting or standing also look over, there must be seven or eight.

However, it is obvious that compared with other guests, the old master will be more inclined to entertain students who rarely come to the door.

However, there is no special study room at home, so a table is set aside in the living room to entertain, and there are three large square tables in it, and dinner is also here.

After a cup of tea and snacks and a pleasantry, the six students finally couldn't help but say what they meant.

The old master was also very surprised when he heard this.

"Framer? Family heirloom calligraphy and painting? ”

When the six people came, they discussed it, and only said the family heirloom calligraphy and painting of the Yi family, but did not say that it was written by Uncle Yi's grandfather.

"Yes, Master, that word is absolutely amazing!" "It can't be done without the holy hand in the book!"

"That's right, Yan Qin may not dare to compare with it in the world!"

As soon as he heard this, the old master immediately glared at the person who spoke.

"Hugh is going to talk nonsense! Since you brought it, let the old man take a look! ”

Some of the guests chatting next to them also heard their conversations, and obviously many of them knew how to write and ink, so they would also look at this side happily.

Po opened a wooden box he had brought, and inside was the piece of paper that had been stored separately, and he had a smile on his face like a few friends next to him.

When the paper was slowly unfolded, the words on the paper were clearly revealed, and the old master's pupils couldn't help but dilate.

Some of the onlookers were similarly sluggish.

After a while, the old master came back to his senses slightly, and his voice was already trembling.

"Okay, good words, this, this. Which famous artist's true work is this? This handwriting is natural, natural! Alas, it's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity that half of the ink is dyed, and you can't see the whole picture."

"Family heirlooms of calligraphy and painting, the person who left the ink doesn't seem to want to be widely known."

The old master frowned slightly but nodded, reluctant to take his eyes off the words.

"And does this one have a name?"

A person next to Po hurriedly scrambled to answer.

"Yes, yes, this article is called "Qiankun Change"!"

The old master sighed when he heard this.

"Yan Qin is afraid that he really can't write such words. This kind of handwriting has never been seen by the old man, and I am afraid that there are very few surviving works of this famous master! ”

This word is very smart and majestic, it seems to be sharp, and it is introverted, the handwriting does not look too old at first glance, and then look closely and it seems to have been ancient, as if it contains a thousand changes, better like the light shining

The old master had never seen such a heart-wrenching word in his life.

"Even if this article is missing, but it is also more precious, the old man dares to conclude that even among the works of that famous artist, this article is absolutely extraordinary, every word is golden! I won't change it."

Among the guests on the side, one of them was already intently stunned when he saw this word, and he was even more shocked when he heard the old master's comments.

This ink-stained word is priceless!

In addition to the admiration of everyone, the guest quietly pulled Li Fuzi's son aside.

"Brother Li, such a good word, it really needs to be framed, but this paper is yellowed and old, I'm afraid it can't stand the toss, if the ordinary craftsman does not operate properly, it will definitely damage this word, that is a big sin!"

Li Shengfa knew that this friend opened a study shop and knew some of the ways, so he asked.

"Could it be that Brother Liu wants to help with the framing?"

The guest quickly shook his head.

"It's just other calligraphy and painting, I don't dare to take this one, and there are no good craftsmen in a small place like Yuanjiang County! I know a clever craftsman in Yuezhou, and he can even reframe ancient paintings without any damage, and I can't see the difference between them, and I think it's safe to find him in this matter! ”

(End of chapter)