The Shen family is a famous scholarly family in Sioux City, and Shen Fei's grandfather is one of the famous calligraphers in North China. Shen Fei is not interested in learning, but Shen Xuezhu, who has been exposed to it since he was a child, has been fascinated by calligraphy, and he doesn't know how many teachers praise his handwriting, and even some teachers forced him to write homework in order to collect his homework.

It was precisely because Shen Fei knew how to read that he was so shocked when he saw these words.

Shen Fei clearly remembered that his grandfather said that there are three realms of calligraphy: there is no self in technique, there is me in breaking the law, and there is self in creating the law.

The first realm, heavy form.

The second realm is heavy meaning.

The third realm, heavy spirits.

Shen Fei was forced to practice calligraphy by the old man at a very young age, and it has been more than ten years since he was born, and he is very confident in his characters, but he also knows that he is still in the scope of the first realm technique, and he has not yet stepped out of the framework of his predecessors. His grandfather, a master of calligraphy, didn't jump out of the cage until he was thirty years old and entered the second realm to break the Fa. After that, he never stopped writing for 40 years, and he never went further. But even if it's just the second realm, Master Shen's words are hard to find.

Master Shen once said when chatting that from ancient times to the present, there are only a handful of calligraphy masters who can truly reach the third realm. As for the last few hundred years, there has not been one. And the reason why Shen Xuezha has been able to insist on writing so far, in addition to really liking it, is also because he once had the opportunity to follow his grandfather to the basement of the Forbidden City and saw a masterpiece of a calligraphy master.

It can really be called a stroke of writing through the ages!

To this day, Shen Fei can still clearly remember how great the shock of that masterpiece was to him.

Shen Fei never expected that he would re-experience the feeling that made him tremble in a table younger than him today. Even though the painting in front of me is still a little far from the real masterpiece, it is absolutely rare in the world!

The person who writes holds his breath and concentrates, and the person who reads the word is engrossed, only the autumn wind through the window provokes a little agility.

The world is not worth it!

When the five characters were completed, the face of the person who read the words was red as if blood was pouring out, but the person who wrote sighed lightly for unknown reasons, crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it away.

"Don't!"

Shen Fei wailed, not caring if he was still carrying the pot of wine worth five thousand eight in his hand, he directly let go of his hand to grab the ball of waste paper that was about to fall into the trash can.

The last moment when the paper ball fell into the trash can was caught by Shen Fei.

He carefully put the paper ball back on the table and unfolded it little by little, his face full of distress, as if someone had dug a large piece of meat out of his heart.

"It's okay, it's okay!"

Shen Fei was slightly relieved to see that the paper was not damaged, and he immediately turned his head and yelled at Zhou Ran: "Bastard, loser!"

Zhou Ran looked out the window and ignored him.

Shen Fei stared at the words for a long time, his face was full of obsessed looks, fortunately Zhou Ran didn't look back to see this scene, otherwise he would definitely kick someone downstairs.

When Shen Fei came back to his senses, he found that the corners of his mouth were full of saliva, and he wiped away the embarrassment on his face, but saw Zhou Ran looking outside in a trance, and he didn't seem to notice his embarrassment.

After hesitating for a long time, Shen Fei said with some embarrassment: "Classmate Zhou Ran, did you give me this painting?"

Seeing that Zhou Ran didn't speak, Shen Fei immediately said, "It's a big deal, I'll spend money to buy it!"

"Oh?"

Zhou Ran turned around, put the washed brush away, and asked, "How much money are you going to pay?"

"I'm out ......"

Shen Fei just wanted to report a number, but his voice stopped abruptly, as if someone had pinched his throat, and finally hung his head and said, "I can't afford it." ”

For those who don't know how to read, the crumpled piece of paper on the table is garbage.

In the eyes of those who know how to read, this is a priceless treasure!

Two people with their own thoughts, drinking a pot of wine.

Shen Fei suddenly spoke, and said very seriously: "Can I worship you as a teacher?"

Zhou Ran shook his head.

Shen Fei smiled embarrassedly, but he didn't give up, and said, "Can I come over to see you write in the future?"

Zhou Ran took a sip of wine and shook his head again.

"Not negotiable?"

"Not negotiable!"

The child from the big family knew what it meant to be suitable, Shen Fei put away his thoughts, and continued to drink without a sip, only the corner of his eye would glance at the crumpled words on the table from time to time.

"When you're done drinking, you're good to go!"

Zhou Ran drank the last sip of wine, pointed to the table and said, "When you leave, take this garbage with you." ”

Shen Fei was stunned for a moment, then his eyes immediately lit up, and he said excitedly: "Okay!"

When Tsing Yi came to clean up the table, he saw Zhou Ran standing in front of the window and was a little distracted.

Before Tsing Yi went downstairs, Zhou Ran asked, "Have you put away the words before?"

"Yes!"

"It's all burned. ”

"Yes!"

Tsing Yi waited for a while, and saw that Zhou Ran stopped talking, so he went down with the dishes.

"Fifteen again!"

Zhou Ran looked at the full moon in the sky and whispered, and his voice actually appeared in the backyard, saying to the rickety old man who was moving Jiugang: "You go out for a walk and save He Qingzhi's life." ”

Van Quay nodded, pulled the towel over his shoulder to wipe his sweat, and walked out of the tavern door with his hands behind his back.

Tsing Yi behind the counter took a careful look upstairs, his eyes rolled, and a subtle hint of excitement appeared in his eyes.

The only thing that can make her feel excited is blood!

The old man with his hands behind his back walked out of Qili Ancient Street and walked unhurriedly on the crowded street.

Fan Kui bought a piece of baked cake on the side of the street and ate it as he walked, he stopped in front of an intersection, and looked greedily at all kinds of people walking by him, this kind of boiling human fireworks was a long time for him.

"Grandpa, drink water. ”

The little boy who had just finished school pulled his grandmother to wait for the traffic light, he turned his head and saw Van Kui eating dried baked cakes, and after thinking about it, he raised the kettle hanging on his chest.

Van Kui smiled, he wiped his hands and touched the child's head.

The little boy laughed, and then the old man in front of him suddenly disappeared.

At this time, a car that was supposed to rush out of the road and hit this side suddenly jumped high for some reason, flew over the little boy's head, and smashed into the crowd behind the grandparents and grandchildren.

Fan Kui, who walked to another intersection, took the last bite of the baked cake and smiled silently.

Night envelops Sioux City, and the cool autumn moves with the wind.

The autumn wind is the most slaughtering!

"Let's go!"

He Qingzhi shouted loudly, and then grabbed a member of the monitoring team beside him and quickly retreated.

"Ahh

"Ahh

The howls rang out one after another, and the two inspectors who didn't have time to retreat were directly torn apart.

This abandoned factory in the old city smells a little heavier.

"Director!"

The inspector who came back by He Qingzhi looked forward in horror and asked in a trembling voice, "What now?"

Just met, eight out of ten people died, He Qingzhi was full of anger but had no way to vent, he said angrily in a low voice: "Didn't you say that this thing has been dealt with?"

The inspector wanted to cry without tears, and his voice trembled: "Above, it is said that Director Chen Qi personally solved it. ”

"Damn it!"

It's too late to say anything now, He Qingzhi said angrily: "I'm here to block, you go back and ask for help!"

Seeing that the inspector didn't move, He Qingzhi shouted: "Hurry up!"

The inspector dared to hesitate, turned around and ran.

He Qingzhi only hesitated slightly, and then broke into the extremely dark factory.

"Roar!"

Before the inspector had gone far, he heard the roar of an angry beast from behind him: "Director, you must hold on!"

The autumn wind blows, and dark clouds cover the full moon.

The old factory building in the dark soon quieted down.

He Qingzhi seemed to be seriously injured, he took a few heavy breaths, and said vigilantly at the darkness in front of him, "Who are you?"

In the darkness, no one answered.

He Qingzhi didn't know what he thought of, so he didn't ask.

Van Kui had returned to the old tavern with two tusks sticking to the stinking blood, the sharp fangs nearly a foot long as if they had been torn alive from the mouth of some beast.

Placing the fangs on the counter, Van Quay returned to the backyard to continue tending to his vat.

Zhou Ran's voice came from upstairs and said to Tsing Yi: "You take this thing to the coffin shop." ”

"Yes!"

Tsing Yi was very excited, but she didn't dare to show it, she pretended to be calm and walked out of the old tavern with her fangs and walked towards the coffin shop.

It didn't take long for the crimson Tsing Yi to come back with a full burp.

At night, the Shen family was jumping with chickens and dogs.

Shen Fei's face was so angry that his face was blue, and he yelled at his father Shen Chengchi, "You actually gave away my things?!"

Shen Chengchi said lightly while flipping through the book: "An old leader came to the house as a guest and fell in love with that picture. You owe him a favor for entering Sioux City High School, so you gave it to him. ”

Shen Fei was furious and asked, "Why don't you discuss it with me?"

"Do I need to talk to you?"

Shen Chengchi pointed to the door and scolded, "Get out!"

"You!"

Shen Fei's lips were so angry that he pushed open the door and ran out, repeating over and over again: "I'm angry! I'm angry! I'm angry......"

Boom!

There was a sudden noise outside the study, and then Shen Fei's mother exclaimed, "Xiao Fei, Xiao Fei!"

Shen Chengchi knew that Shen Fei would be angry, and he also knew that what he did was indeed a bit unauthentic, otherwise how could he explain with his temper. It wasn't until Shen Fei was so angry that he was admitted to the hospital, and he almost didn't get it back, that he knew how much his son liked the painting.

No matter how much he cherishes face, Shen Chengchi had to go to the old leader to get the words back, if his only son is angry, it will be meaningless for him to live.

But after getting through the phone, he was told that the painting was taken away by someone else.

After tossing for a night, Shen Chengchi tried his best to find the whereabouts of the word.

The next morning, the tavern opened its doors and welcomed its first guest.

The guest, young and dressed in black, came in and sat down by the window, asked for a pot of the cheapest wine, and drank it with peanuts.

Jiangnan style, only a few points fall into this late autumn morning old street, cold with a bit of melancholy.

When Zhou Ran went downstairs, the young guest's wine jug was empty, and only the last half glass of wine remained.

Seeing Zhou Ran sitting down opposite, the young guest breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let's make a condition!"

Zhou Ran smiled, he picked up the half glass of wine and poured it.

"You!"

The young guest slapped the table and stood up, and said in a deep voice: "You should know better than anyone that tearing your face is not good for anyone!"

Zhou Ran clasped his hands on his chest, leaned against the wall, and looked at him lightly.

The young guest put his hands on the table, took a heavy breath, and whispered angrily again: "Tell me your conditions!"

"Let the guy behind you come to me!"

Zhou Ran smiled lightly, he slowly stood up and said, "Go back and tell him that I will wait until the sun sets tonight." ”

Without waiting for the sun to set, or even until noon, the young guests who had left in the morning came back after an even younger one.

"You're waiting outside!"

The younger young man commanded to go in alone.

In the tavern, Tsing Yi glanced at the visitor but did not stop him, and let him go up to the second floor.

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