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You Jia has been paying nervous attention to Old Man You's expression, although she believes that Zhang Wenzhong's Baishou picture is a rare and excellent product, but she is not sure that the old man will definitely like it. Especially when he saw Old Man You's face with a straight face and a slightly frowning expression at the moment, You Jia's mood became even more uneasy.

"Doesn't grandpa like this Baishou diagram?" You Jia couldn't help but start thinking nonsense, and the action of unfolding the Baishou diagram actually stopped because of this.

What she didn't expect was that Old Man You, who had always loved her, immediately cast a dissatisfied look at her.

You Jia was taken aback, and couldn't help but get even more nervous, and before she could continue to unfold the Baishou diagram, two old, calloused hands reached over, and took the Baishou diagram from her hand without saying a word, put it flat on the desk, and unfolded it all.

Although these hands are old but still steady, they are none other than Old Man You.

After fully unfolding the Baishou diagram and laying it on the desk, Old Man You leaned forward, as if the whole person was lying on the desk. His left hand was holding his reading glasses, and his whole face was almost attached to this picture of longevity. The mouth was still squirming slightly, as if it was thinking something. The index finger of his right hand is constantly sketching something, and if you look closely, he is actually copying those longevity characters in the Baishou diagram.

"Could it be that grandpa likes this picture of longevity very much?" You Jia couldn't help but turn his worries into joy. But she soon fell into confusion again, because Old Man You's face was still gloomy, his brows were still tightly locked, and he had a puzzled expression.

Such an expression really made it difficult for You Jia to guess his thoughts.

In fact, not only did You Jia not guess Old Man You's thoughts, but among the surrounding You disciples, none of them dared to say that they had guessed Old Man You's thoughts.

After a long time, Old Man You sat back in his wheelchair. His forehead and tips were covered with beads of sweat.

"Grandpa, what do you think of this Baishou map?" asked You Jia cautiously.

Old Man You didn't speak, but shook his head slowly, as if the strength of his whole body had been exhausted in just a few minutes. He beckoned weakly, and asked someone to bring him a cup of hot tea, and lifted the lid and drank it all.

Seeing Old Man You shaking his head, You Jia was immediately stunned, she opened her mouth, and only spit out one sentence: "How can this be." ”

After drinking the hot tea in one gulp, Old Man You took two breaths, and then beckoned his grandson You Liang to come in front of him, and ordered: "Liang'er, you go and invite Old Man Zhou Wenbin Zhou in." ”

"Okay. You Liang responded. glanced at You Jia, who had a sad face, he was going to persuade him to say a few words, but Old Man You was urging him to hurry up and invite someone, so he could only pat You Jia's shoulder twice to show comfort, and then strode out of the living room to invite Zhou Wenbin.

After You Liang went out, Old Man You asked You Jia, "Jia'er, where did you get this picture of Baishou? Look at this ink, it should have only been written for a few days, right?"

You Jia hurriedly stabilized her mind and replied, "Yes, this picture of Baishou was written by a friend of mine. You have also seen him just now, it is Mr. Zhang Wenzhong Zhang. ”

"What are you talking about? This picture of Baishou was written by the young man surnamed Zhang?" Old Man You's tightly knit brows suddenly raised, and his tone was full of surprise and suspicion.

"Yes. You Jia nodded in response.

Old Man You's gaze fell on the Baishou diagram on the desk again, and after two minutes of muttering with his brows tightly locked, he slowly shook his head, and the puzzle on his face became even stronger.

"Grandpa, what do you mean by that?" You Jia, who was very puzzled, asked cautiously.

Old Man You said: "Oh, it's nothing, Jia'er, you go and invite the young man named Zhang Wenzhong over as well." ”

"Good. You Jia responded, although she didn't understand what Old Man You meant, she still turned around and went to invite Zhang Wenzhong.

Just as You Jia walked out of the living room, You Liang just led Zhou Wenbin over and passed by her.

Zhou Wenbin is a well-known calligraphy artist in Tiannan Province, and he is very famous in the whole country, and even in the whole of East Asia. Unlike many artists who have long beards and like to wear horse coats, robes or suits, Zhou Wenbin has a short figure and a small head, dressed like an old farmer who has just returned from the fields.

As soon as he walked into the living room and saw You Tianhai, Zhou Wenbin jokingly said: "Old You, you are too picky, aren't you? I just drank two glasses of wine before you kicked me off the table." What the hell is it that makes you call me in such a hurry? I won't even be allowed to eat and drink. ”

Old Man You was not in the mood to joke at this time, he pointed to the desk and said, "Come and take a look at this picture of Baishou." ”

"Although the Baishou diagram is suitable for the occasion, what can it look like? It is just a hundred or so longevity characters, even if the longevity characters are written well, what flowers can be written?" Although Zhou Wenbin said so on his mouth, the person walked quickly to the desk.

"Huh?" At first glance, seeing this picture of Baishou, Zhou Wenbin couldn't help but exclaim, and then his two eyes lit up, like a hungry wolf that had seen its prey, and he suddenly pounced on the table, and like Old Man You before, he lay on the table, and his eyes were about to be attached to the Baishou map.

"How...... How could this be?!" Zhou Wenbin's eyes were instantly bloodshot, and he stared at every longevity character in this picture of longevity, not even daring to blink his eyes. He was afraid that in the blink of an eye, these longevity words would grow wings and fly away. At the same time, his mouth was still chattering: "Hey, this longevity character is Wang Xizhi's handwriting, this kind of charming, vigorous, and pure natural calligraphy, only Wang Xizhi can write it...... Ah, this is a clear and thin, clear water chestnut horn longevity character, it is clearly the true work of Liu Gongquan...... Yo, this is the handwriting of Li Bai and Du Fu, these two buddies are actually there...... Hey, this is clearly the longevity of the six gentlemen of Sumen, Su Shi came with all the people in their nest...... Hey, there are also the four talents of Jiangnan, how can these four brothers come to join in the fun......"

Zhou Wenbin muttered for a long time, except for Old Man You, few people could understand what he said. And because of his words, although Old Man You's expression did not change much, his body began to tremble slightly, and the knuckles of the hands holding the handlebars of the wheelchair were already white because they were too hard.

This is undoubtedly too exciting!

Zhou Wenbin finally raised his head, looked at Old Man You with wide eyes and surprise, and said a creepy sentence: "Old You, you shouldn't be a ghost, right?"

"Why do you say that?" Old Man You couldn't help but be stunned and asked.

Zhou Wenbin said: "If it weren't for the ghosts, how could there be this picture of a hundred years of longevity? At the very least, these people who wrote this picture of a hundred years have been dead for hundreds of years, but this paper and this ink are ......all new."

"Do you mean that these words are genuine?" Old Man You's voice suddenly became a little louder, and his expression became more excited.

"That's where I was shocked and confused. Zhou Wenbin grabbed a tea bowl next to him, regardless of whether someone had drunk it or not, he poured this bowl of tea into his mouth when he raised his head, and after a long breath of turbidity, he said with a wry smile: "This paper and this ink are all contemporary products, and looking at the handwriting, it should have been written a few days ago. But as far as I know, there may be people who are good at several of these fonts. But at the same time, I am good at hundreds of fonts, and I can write vividly, so that I can't distinguish the real from the fake, I'm afraid only ghosts and gods can do it. ”

Old Man You laughed and said proudly: "How can there be any ghosts and gods in this world? This picture of Baishou was given to me by my granddaughter." It was said to have been written by a friend of hers, and I had met the man, a young man in his twenties. ”

"Young man in his twenties?how is it possible?!" Zhou Wenbin was shocked, and was about to speak, when he suddenly felt a violent cramping pain in his chest, and his face turned blue-gray in an instant, his right hand grabbed his chest tightly, his mouth opened wide and gasped weakly, his body shook slightly twice, and he was about to fall backwards.

"Old Man Zhou, what's wrong with you?" The closest to him was You Chaogui, who reacted quickly and grabbed him.

"He was overstimulated and had angina. A figure suddenly appeared beside You Chaogui, took Zhou Wenbin from You Chaogui's hand, and sat on a chair with him.

This figure is Zhang Wenzhong.

The thumb of his right hand was clasped on Zhou Wenbin's Neiguan acupoint and treated him with acupoints. The left hand carefully groped around his body, trying to see if he had any drugs for angina pectoris, such as ** tablets, but he couldn't find such drugs. It seems that he had never had this disease before.

Zhang Wenzhong's right hand clasped Zhou Wenbin's Neiguan acupoint, and his left hand pressed his middle ear acupoint, and at the same time instructed You Jia, who was standing nervously beside him: "Go get a banana, peel it, mash the meat, add tea and honey to mix it, make tea and feed it to him." ”

"Oh, okay. You Jia hurriedly followed Zhang Wenzhong's instructions.

After taking banana tea and receiving Zhang Wenzhong's acupuncture point stimulation, Zhou Wenbin's angina pectoris was significantly relieved. He sat down in his chair sweaty, gasping for breath.

"Thank you. "The experience just now, for Zhou Wenbin, is like walking before the ghost gate. He knew very well that if it weren't for this strange young man, he would have to confess his life here.

Zhang Wenzhong replied with a smile: "You're welcome, I am a doctor, and it is my duty to treat patients." After confirming that Zhou Wenbin's condition had improved significantly, he turned to face Old Man You and bowed his hand and said, "Junior Zhang Wenzhong, I have seen Grandpa You." ”

Zhou Wenbin had angina just now, but he scared Old Man You enough, and seeing that his condition had improved significantly, Fang only relaxed his hanging heart. And Zhang Wenzhong was not alarmed, and the proper diagnosis and treatment made Old Man You have a good impression of him.

"Xiao Zhang, it's really thanks to you today, otherwise Lao Zhou would have to go to see the king of Hades. Old Man You first thanked him a few words, and then brought the topic back to the topic: "I just heard You Jia say, you wrote this picture of Baishou?"

Zhou Wenbin also looked at Zhang Wenzhong at this time, waiting for his answer anxiously and apprehensively.

Zhou Wenbin's angina just now was caused by Zhang Wenzhong and Bai Shoutu. So after You Jia saw his expression, she suddenly became nervous again. In fact, Old Man You was no less shocked than him, but Old Man You was calm and didn't show too much excitement.

"I wrote it. Zhang Wenzhong replied without being arrogant or humble.

"How is this possible?" Before Old Man You could speak, Zhou Wenbin, who had just had a sudden angina, exclaimed. "How old are you, how can you write this picture of longevity? Even if you have been practicing calligraphy since your mother's womb, it is impossible to practice 100 kinds of fonts to the point of perfection when you are in your twenties. What's more, these longevity characters are not only similar in shape, but also god-like. The people who can write these longevity words not only have an eye-popping book, but also have a wealth of experience. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to write the essence of these fonts. The most amazing thing is that these longevity characters have a faint aura, just like living creatures. How can such words be written by people?"

Zhou Wenbin's words are really not wrong, because in a sense, Zhang Wenzhong is really not a person.

"Nothing is impossible, this picture of longevity is what I wrote. Zhang Wenzhong smiled indifferently.

"I can testify that this picture of longevity was written by Mr. Zhang. Seeing that Zhang Wenzhong was questioned, You Jia was extremely excited, and she hurriedly defended Zhang Wenzhong: "The first day, I only met Mr. Zhang, and the next day he gave me this picture of Baishou, at that time, the ink of some words was not completely dry, if it was not written by Mr. Zhang, who else would it be?"

"This picture of longevity...... Did you really write it?" Zhou Wenbin remained skeptical.

Zhang Wenzhong didn't speak, just smiled indifferently, raised his right hand and hooked it a few times, others couldn't understand what he meant by this action, but Zhou Wenbin understood - Zhang Wenzhong was writing.

"This hook...... This ...... And then there's this cross-fold...... Sure enough, you wrote it!" Zhou Wenbin's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and he held back a sentence after a while: "But...... This...... How is this possible? Is there really a genius in this world? Yes! That's right! A genius is a genius! An unborn genius!"

Zhou Wenbin, who was excited, leaned back violently, and fell into a coma because of overstimulation.

At this time, the family doctors and nurses of the You family had already arrived, and when they saw this, they hurriedly started to diagnose and treat Zhou Wenbin, and soon made him wake up, but because his mental state was very poor, the old man You instructed these family doctors and nurses to carry Zhou Wenbin to the guest room to rest, and always pay attention to his situation.

After these things were done, Old Man You said with emotion: "I really didn't expect that Mr. Zhang was so young that he would be able to write a picture of Zhou Wenbin's longevity that scared Zhou Wenbin." If this incident spreads, I am afraid it will become a good story in the calligraphy world. He gently stroked the Baishou diagram on the desk, his movements were very gentle, and his eyes were full of love. After a long time, he raised his head, looked directly at Zhang Wenzhong, and said, "This picture of longevity can be called a priceless treasure. You...... Would you really like to give it to me?"

"My paintings are only given to people who are destined, and you, Grandpa You, in my eyes, are the people who are destined. Zhang Wenzhong smiled indifferently.