I Am The Only One Who Doesn’t Know I Am The Master

In the summer of early May, Danyang sinks to the west.

The orange-red sunset light shines through the doors and windows into this calligraphy and painting shop hidden in a remote and deep alley. The inside and outside of the house are divided by a screen. Against the dim yellow light, the landscape pictures on the screen are also a few more. Disappointing twilight.

In the setting sun, Lin Zhishui stood behind the desk in front of the screen, his eyes drooping slightly at the rice paper spread on the table. He held an unremarkable black large letter brush between his fingers. Dip in the tungsten ink that has been ground already, and while the pen is full of ink, sway it on the slightly yellowed paper.

The pen runs like dragons and snakes, the ink is like flowing clouds and water, and the brush strokes are intermittently tossed and turned, and the brush strokes are ups and downs.

When Huifeng closed his pen, just when the ink was dry, a line of wild and cursive characters with dragons flying and phoenix dancing appeared on the rice paper—

Read and go, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is deep and the sky is wide.

All in one go!

"Not bad, I have even become so high in the level of wild grass."

Lin Zhishui put the brush in his hand on the pen mountain next to him, looked at the wild grass masterpiece that he had not learned for a long time, and nodded slightly in satisfaction.

It was written in crazy cursive, and even he himself almost couldn't recognize it.

However, writing is used to understand, and calligraphy is used to appreciate, let people feel the charm of lines, and shape with potential is the key.

Crazy grass is also called big grass. He wrote a big grass today, and he also practiced new brushwork. He just used this poem to commemorate the old customer who may have passed away due to terminal illness.

After all, Mr. Cheng is the first repeat customer of his small shop, and he is also a regular customer.

Moreover, the old gentleman is probably in his sixtieth year, but he did not put on the air of his elders at all. On the contrary, when he was in front of him, his words and deeds showed admiration. He was obviously impressed by his calligraphy level, so he only Respect him so much.

You must know that in the world of calligraphy, there is no precedence for learning, and the master is the teacher.

As for a person like Mr. Cheng, who even speaks eloquently, his conversation is half ancient. It is estimated that he has just started to learn ancient Chinese, and his foundation is not very good. It sounds a bit awkward, but he still has to say that he is obviously a lover of traditional culture and loves traditional calligraphy. It is also normal.

The old gentleman regards him as a master of calligraphy, and it is understandable that he admires him so much and regards him as an idol.

Even Old Master Cheng gave a gift to imply that he meant to worship him as a teacher!

Unfortunately, Lin Zhishui could only refuse.

His calligraphy has only been in the heat for three years, and he can reach the current level only because this brush, which he acquired by accident, is extremely smooth.

As for the real level, he knew it very well in his heart. It was probably the eighth and ninth grades of the brush calligraphy grade assessment, and he could only be regarded as a master.

After using this brush, the feeling of 'the unity of man and the brush' made him feel at ease when writing, and the changes in the thickness of the strokes were also very artistic, not much worse than those of calligraphy masters.

Of course, he confiscated disciples, and there is another important reason—

That is, the gift that Mr. Cheng gave was too shabby, so he gave a weight for pressing paper, and it was just an ordinary bluestone texture, not as good-looking as the copper paperweight he was using now.

However, the courtesy was light and affectionate, so he still accepted it, and gave back a character for free, and wrote the character "shou".

Although there is only one character, but at that time, Mr. Cheng's flattered, thankful, and treasured appearance, obviously really liked his calligraphy copybooks.

Lin Zhishui is also very satisfied to have such a 'fan'.

With fans like this, what can I ask for?

It's a pity that old man Cheng told him with a heavy face a few days ago that he had encountered the biggest disaster in his life, and he said that he might never meet again in the future.

Could it be... terminal illness?

Lin Zhishui couldn't help but guess.

Taking care of the old man's mood at that time, he didn't ask any further questions, just comforted him and sent a copybook with the word 'crossing' written on it, hoping that the old man could tide over this difficult time and pray for a successful operation.

But just today, he found a letter in front of the store with a poem:

"Yesterday I heard goodbye today, all kinds of things in the world are gone, and the green mountains will meet in the morning and evening, and I hope to be honored in the sky."

Although Lin Zhishui didn't fully understand what this poem meant, judging from the phrase "all kinds of things in the world disappear", I'm afraid... the old man really left.

As for the last two sentences, it looks like he means going to the sky to wait for him to die, but it's a bit vicious and doesn't look like Mr. Cheng's personality, so he should be feeling the passage of time and watching him from the sky in the future?

Well, it should be right, he is a strong man who has scored full marks in the reading comprehension test of the Chinese language!

This letter is probably also sent by the descendants of Mr. Cheng.

"Well, I don't know what terminal illness it is. It seems that the operation was unsuccessful..."

Thinking of this, Lin Zhishui couldn't help but sigh, and his heart was filled with regret and nostalgia.

Where can you find such good customers?

Several other customers have not been here for a long time. The only repeat customer in the store, Mr. Cheng, has unfortunately passed away. It will be too difficult in the future.

Fortunately, although Mr. Cheng only bought two characters, he was very willing to spend money, so he still had some savings, and he could hold on for a few more months without spending some money.

"Post a few more videos on Dousheng, in case some fans come to take advantage of it..."

Lin Zhishui grunted and took down the phone from the stand next to him.

The whole process of writing just now has been recorded, just need to edit it, add some special effects, and then upload it.

The network entity has both blossomed, and this is the survival mode suitable for today.

"Really, my writing is so masterful, how come no one likes it?"

While editing the video, Lin Zhishui sighed to himself: "This year's users are too unappreciative."

He remembered that in the calligraphy videos he had read before, some writers were not even as good as his real level, but they still had millions of likes, and his videos had few likes at all.

Sad, deplorable.

Do you want to force him to rely on his face to eat, to be a powerful little fresh meat or something?

Speaking of which, his acting is also great.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, and the elongated slender shadow was thrown into the ground inside the house from outside the door.

Lin Zhishui was instantly refreshed, a guest?

…

The bright red sky seemed to be burning with fire, and the sun set in the west, casting a long shadow on the ground of the deep alley.

Suddenly, one of the shadows became a little deeper and began to twist slowly.

The distorted shadow gradually raised up and erected, and soon it turned into a slender, slender figure that stepped out from the shadow under the wall.

Under the hazy backlight, a 16- or 17-year-old boy's face could be seen. His skin was fair and clean, his eyes were as deep as water, and his appearance was so handsome that it was slightly neutral, which made it difficult to distinguish between men and women.

The simple and plain blue and white high school uniform was worn on this young man's body, but it still did not detract from his appearance.

"right here?"

Cheng Qiyue stood under the setting sun, looking at the calligraphy and painting shop called 'He Mingxuan' not far away, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

She raised her plain white palm, holding a compass-like brass disc in the palm of her hand. After the needle on the compass trembled and turned a few times, it was right in the direction of the calligraphy and painting shop.

"The flying sword biography left by the ancestor before his ascension fell here. Could it be that the suicide note is hidden here?"

Cheng Qiyue stared at the door of the calligraphy and painting shop, hesitated for a while, then put away the brass compass and walked towards the shop door.

Two lines of poetry can be seen on both sides of the store door:

When to find a soulmate, here is the clearest mind.

Is this the origin of 'He Mingxuan'?

She suddenly stepped over the threshold, the dim sunlight behind her shone into the house with her, and light dust could be seen floating in the light along with the airflow.

The faint scent of ink in the air calmed her down slightly.

"Hello."

Only a flat and gentle voice came from the right side. The slightly low voice was quite soft, and the words were like beads, mellow and pleasant.

Cheng Qiyue turned her head to look, and couldn't help but startled slightly, her eyes a little lost.

Lin Zhishui leaned slightly leisurely on the chair behind the desk, without any intention of getting up, just looked at her with a smile on his lips, observing without a trace.

"It looks like a high school student, and I can't tell the difference between men and women, but judging from my temperament and this calm feeling, I'm afraid my mental age is quite mature..."

And Cheng Qiyue is a bit strange... With her spiritual sense, before entering the store, she didn't even notice the existence of the other party!

However, with the special eyes that she has condensed with the help of the Dharma body, it can be seen that this young man has no rhythm in his body, nor does he feel the slightest fluctuation of mana, he is just a mortal.

"I've just awakened my senses, and mistakes are normal..."

Cheng Qiyue sighed secretly and asked, "Are you the owner of this shop?"

'This style of speaking is really an antique lover. It seems that someone really recommended my calligraphy and painting shop in the antique circle...'

This thought flashed through Lin Zhishui's mind, and then with a smile, he said, "Congratulations on finding the right way, I think the place you're looking for...is here."

There is no conventional "welcome", no honorific title like "you", not even a "please take a seat". UU reading www.uukanshu. com

He sells cultural works of art such as calligraphy and painting, and the customers he faces are generally people who like the ancient style and are somewhat arty, and these people are more or less a bit noble.

Especially this high school student who doesn't know male or female in front of him has such a calm temperament and beautiful appearance at a young age. If it is a woman, it can be called a legendary creature - the 'Bingshan School Flower'.

It is normal for such creatures to see themselves as arrogant.

For this kind of guests, a humble attitude is not enough to impress them, but it will make the other party more noble.

And what he sells is not ordinary calligraphy and painting, with his master calligraphy level, naturally he can't smile like an ordinary shop.

She had to show the bearing of a calligraphy master to convince her.

"Find the right way?"

Cheng Qiyue looked at the mortal in front of him with some surprise. This person actually knew that she was specially looking for her?

Or is it that the ancestor had already expected her to come here, so he arranged for this mortal to wait for her in advance?

"Don't be surprised, everything is destined." Lin Zhishui put his hands on the table with his hands folded, and there was a hint of an expected smile on the corner of his mouth.

In order to save money, he specially opened a calligraphy and painting shop in such a remote and deep alley. If he hadn't come here specially, who would have found this broken place?

Unknown guests come to the door on purpose, isn't this a predestined fate?

In order to cater to the guests of these ancient style circles, he also studied ancient Chinese hard for a period of time. Naturally, this style of speaking is not difficult.

"Destined fate..."

The mystery in this sentence immediately made Cheng Qiyue savor it carefully, and could not help but feel that the mortal in front of him was a little more mysterious.