Siheyuan: Superintendent at the beginning, wife Reba!

When the Chinese New Year was approaching, Zhang Chengfei went to the branch to help investigate the case. I got a medium-sized reward and became a famous calligrapher. This reward was not very useful, but it was better than nothing, so Zhang Chengfei accepted it.

This year, according to the new standard, there is no holiday during the revolutionary Spring Festival, but now there is a shutdown to cause GM, so rounding up, everyone goes to the factory every day on the 29th and [-]th of the twelfth lunar month, which is not much different from a holiday.

On the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, the third uncle set up a table at the entrance of the courtyard and began to help people write Spring Festival couplets.

This is his annual Spring Festival repertoire, and he charges five cents to write a couplet for others. If there is no money. Peanuts, melon seeds and other items can also be exchanged for equal value. In short, as long as it is profitable, the third uncle is easy to talk to.

The third uncle is one of the few educated people in Nanluoguxiang. Even though he has now changed from a primary school teacher to a toilet cleaner, everyone is still willing to ask him to write couplets.

As soon as the table was set up, the front yard of the courtyard was crowded with people asking for Spring Festival couplets. At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Chengfei came back from Qianmen Street and saw a crowd of people in the yard. He asked curiously, "What are they doing?"

"Director Zhang is back. Why don't we ask the third uncle to help write couplets." Aunt Chen explained to Zhang Chengfei with a smile.

"Huh? The third uncle wrote couplets on the spot, so I have to take a look..." Zhang Chengfei said as he walked towards the crowd. Wherever he went, people immediately gave way to the passage.

Seeing Zhang Chengfei, the only official in the courtyard, coming over, Yan Bugui immediately put down the half-written words, took out two couplets from the drawer and handed them over, "Director Zhang, take a look, how are these two couplets written?"

"Let me take a look." Zhang Chengfei said, taking it and opening it, looking at the first picture first.

First couplet: Chanting a thousand-year rhyme with blessings

Second line: Yunzhi gathers strength in Wanjiachun

Hengbiao: Spring arrives in thousands of homes

Zhang Chengfei was thinking in his mind while reading. The sentences were quite good, but it was obvious that they were not original by the third uncle. And this word, it's pretty good, every stroke, every stroke, every stroke is just right. In the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of word is pretty good.

But in the eyes of a calligraphy master like Zhang Chengfei, such words feel dull and lifeless. To put it harshly, it is like the typeface in a book. It is beautiful but has lost its soul.

After watching the first one, I watched the second one. Zhang Chengfei nodded, well, except for the text, everything else is the same as the first picture.

Yan Bugui had been writing Spring Festival couplets in the courtyard for so many years, and he was still very confident in his ability. When he saw Zhang Chengfei didn't speak for a long time, he thought he was impressed by his talent, so he couldn't help but say.

"If Director Zhang likes these two couplets, you can just take them back. This was originally what our family asked me to write for your family. After all, he is his biological son. I even gave him a [-]% discount!!!"

--At the end, the third uncle couldn't help but squeeze Yahuazi. In fact, according to his character, even his biological son cannot be discounted. But now Yan Jiefang is about to become a driver. In the future, he will be traveling all over the world. If he can't protect himself, he will have to ask him to bring something. Out of this consideration, he was willing to give a discount.

"Give it to me??" Zhang Chengfei shook his head.

Yan Bugui's eyes changed slightly, "What's wrong, Director Zhang... Could it be that someone gave you a better couplet???"

Zhang Chengfei shook his head again, "Not really, it's just that I really like writing recently, and I always study hard when I have nothing to do at work...so I plan to write this year's Spring Festival couplets by myself."

Write it yourself? ?

Yan Bugui suddenly laughed, "Director Zhang, you may not understand. Calligraphy is different from other things. It takes time to sharpen. It only takes ten and a half days to learn, but it can't be achieved quickly."

"If you really want to learn, follow me after the New Year. Don't worry, I can't ask for your money due to the relationship between our two families. Just bring me some leftovers from dinner parties every few days?"

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, he couldn't help but praise his wit. It should be noted that Zhang Chengfei is now a sixteenth-level cadre. When he goes out for dinner, he is very popular and drinks spicy food. The leftovers he brought back were more filling than his own family’s Chinese New Year! ! ! !

Silly Zhu on the side heard Yan Bugui's words and rarely choked him. Instead, he said, "Isn't that right? Didn't Li Bai in ancient times write black water in ten tanks just to practice calligraphy?"

"Bah!! What Li Bai??? That's obviously Du Fu!!" Xu Damao, who was holding the little black boy in his arms, sneered, "It's so scary to be uneducated!!"

How could this stupid Zhu endure it when the victim made fun of himself for being uneducated in front of so many people? ? ? He waved his fist fiercely and wanted to deal with Xu Damao.

Although Xu Damao was a bad fighter, he was extremely skilled in the business of escaping. He turned around and ran to the backyard, with Silly Zhu chasing after him howling. The little black boy was still young and didn't know that his father was being hunted. Instead, he happily waved his little black hand to greet Silly Zhu.

On the other end, Zhang Chengfei didn't talk nonsense to Yan Bugui and rented his pen, ink, paper and inkstone for two cents.

Seeing that the biggest official in the courtyard and even the entire Nanluoguxiang wanted to write a couplet in person, everyone immediately surrounded him and held their breath.

Zhang Chengfei stood in front of the long table, first flattened the cut red paper and pressed it with a paperweight. Then he picked up the brush, held his breath, and adjusted his thoughts.

Calligraphy, like painting, requires both technology and inspiration and emotion. Only by adjusting yourself to the best condition can you create the most perfect work.

Seeing her man's entranced look, Reba cheered him on, "Brother, come on. I believe you must be the best!!"

"That's right, Director Zhang is not an ordinary person. He can definitely write better than Lao Yan." Liu Haizhong, who had been watching for a long time, also took the opportunity to flatter him.

He is now the leader of the faction's picket group, and now he hopes to feel comfortable photographing Zhang Chengfei and get promoted after the New Year.

"I also think Director Zhang can do it. As the saying goes, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach!!" Seeing Liu Haizhong flattering him, Yi Zhonghai followed suit not to be outdone.

Yan Bugui on the side listened to the words of the two of them, his face full of astonishment, "...????"

--No, you just flatter Director Zhang. Why do you step on me to get the upper hand? Cheap or not! ! !

On one side of the courtyard, the three stewards of the courtyard each had their own agenda. On the other side, Zhang Chengfei finally got his emotions together. After heaving a long sigh of relief, he dipped the wolf howl in his hand into ink.

Next, with flowing clouds and flowing water, a wolf-hair pen seemed to have a soul in his hand, wandering on the red Spring Festival couplet paper. Zhang Chengfei's eyes seemed to have light, and his eyes moved with the tip of the pen.

Everyone in the courtyard was shocked when they saw this.

"Is it my imagination? Why do I feel that Zhang Chengfei looks different from the third uncle when he writes??"

"It's not an illusion. I also feel that Director Zhang's energy is similar to that of the people in the play."

"How else can I be the director? No matter how the handwriting is, look at this momentum, it is extraordinary!!"

"No, as the saying goes, an expert knows the rules, and an outsider sees the excitement. I am an outsider. Judging from the excitement, I think Director Zhang is much better than the third uncle!!!"

"..."

A group of people were talking a lot, and the third aunt suddenly felt displeased while listening. It wasn't that she was jealous of Zhang Chengfei's good calligraphy, but she just felt that these people were too good at licking. It's just licking, but it's annoying to step on your own man and lick him! ! !

Zhang Chengfei wrote like a dragon and quickly wrote a couplet. He put it aside to dry and started writing another one. Yan Bugui couldn't wait to look at the couplet he had written. After just one glance, he was shocked.

First couplet: The spring breeze transforms the rainy mountains into green mountains

Second line: The flag is set for victory and spring is everywhere

Horizontal comment: spring breeze brings good luck

This... After Yan Bugui finished reading, his pupils shrank suddenly.

It's not that he saw that these Spring Festival couplets were original by Zhang Chengfei. In fact, there were so many Spring Festival couplets handed down from ancient times to the present that he couldn't remember which ones were original or not.

He was surprised simply because he thought the writing was so, so good! ! !

The handwriting is rough yet delicate, and has its own charm. The most important thing is, looking at those words, I always feel as if my soul has been touched.

Yan Bugui had only felt this way before when he saw "Preface to the Lanting Collection" in a museum.

But now, it appears again! ! ! !

At this time, there was only one thought left in Yan Bugui's mind, genius. Zhang Chengfei is definitely a calligraphy genius! ! !

Thinking again of those words like "Calligraphy is not a quick fix.", "If Director Zhang wants to learn it, I will teach you after the year.", "No need to pay, just some leftovers..." and the like, Yan Bugui I just want to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

How arrogant did I have to be to say that? ! !

When everyone in the courtyard saw Yan Bugui holding the Spring Festival couplets written by Zhang Chengfei without saying a word or commenting, they couldn't help but start urging him.

"Third uncle, tell me, how do you write Director Zhang?"

"Of course I can't compare with you. Don't compare your own level with his. Just treat Director Zhang as a new scholar and comment on him."

"Yes, you have been writing for decades, and Zhang Chengfei has just learned it. Just tell me, compared with someone who has just learned it, is Director Zhang's writing good enough??"

Hearing everyone's urging, Yan Bugui looked embarrassed and his face turned the color of pig liver, "Well, Director Zhang's writing is better than mine."

---It is no exaggeration to say that he feels that even if he writes to death, he will not be able to reach Zhang Chengfei's current level. Thinking of this, Yan Bugui felt even more frustrated. Is this the difference between ordinary people and geniuses? ?

A genius in just ten days can be worth ten or even decades to an ordinary person! !

When I think of all the hard work I have put in to practice calligraphy over the years, the third uncle hates me! ! !

When those people watching the excitement heard Yan Bugui's comments, their eyes widened and their mouths opened wide enough to fit a fist.

"No, Third Uncle, are you kidding me??"

"Yes."

"No matter how talented Director Zhang is, he has only studied for more than ten days!!!"

While everyone was talking, they secretly thought that Yan Bugui was so shameless in order to lick Zhang Chengfei, he just closed his eyes and praised him! !

Seeing that they misunderstood him, Yan Bugui became anxious and hurriedly showed Zhang Chengfei's calligraphy, "No, see for yourselves!!!"

Everyone looked at the Spring Festival couplets, only once. They all froze in place.

Most of them have no education, whether it is high school or junior high school. Those who have junior high school education are already very rare.

But there is no threshold for Chinese studies and art. At this time, looking at Zhang Chengfei's calligraphy, even the illiterate old man Song in the yard couldn't help but sigh, "This calligraphy is really good."

---Although I can’t say what’s good about it, I just think it’s really good! !

Hearing this, the others immediately came to their senses. The second uncle, Liu Haizhong, was the first to flatter him, "Director Zhang, you are so awesome. I would say you are much better than Lao Yan Ke."

"So I say, if a person is strong, he can be a strong person anywhere. What is the saying?? Wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat. Director Zhang, your ability is here, you should eat meat at any time !!!"

Seeing that he had taken the lead again, Yi Zhonghai immediately moved forward and started licking. He was not a person who liked licking, but now Liu Haizhong and Liu Haizhong were working under Zhang Chengfei. If he didn't lick the other person, he would inevitably be at a disadvantage.

In desperation, Yi Zhonghai began to lick passively, led by the dog-licking king Liu Haizhong.

The other people in the courtyard were led by the two of them and started to lick each other one after another.

There is no cost to licking the leader. It is nothing more than lip service and has no cost. If you don't lick it, you're afraid of leaving a bad impression in front of the boss. Everyone can figure out the debt! ! ! !

Seeing a group of people stepping on him and licking Zhang Chengfei, Yan Bugui couldn't help but become nervous, fearing that these people would ask Zhang Chengfei to write Spring Festival couplets in the future and ruin his job.

Although this rice bowl is not big and the food in it is not fragrant, the peanuts, melon seeds, candies and so on that I use for the Chinese New Year all come from here! ! !

But fortunately, the people in the courtyard are all sensible people. They know that Zhang Chengfei, as a person, will look down on the three melons and two dates who wrote the Spring Festival couplets, so no one mentioned it.

Zhang Chengfei finished writing two Spring Festival couplets and helped Reba to leave. Seeing that his job was saved, the third uncle happily continued writing to everyone.

When it got dark, Yan Bugui finished writing all the Spring Festival couplets, put away the table and went home to help his third aunt cook.

At the same time, smoke was rising from the chimneys of every house in Nanluogu Lane. Along the cracks in the kitchen doors, various aromas of meat, vegetables, and tofu floated out...

After all, it is the annual Spring Festival, the most solemn festival that people look forward to after a busy year.

Although conditions are limited, women still work hard to find ways to make delicious modified meals for their families. Men who normally would never enter the kitchen were also slapping their daughters-in-law in the kitchen.

It had just snowed, and the children were having snowball fights, skating, and building snowmen in boxes. When they think about having new clothes to wear when they wake up tomorrow, their laughter seems to pierce the sky.

When it was completely dark, the sound of firecrackers in the alley first started to sound in scattered sounds, then started from few to loud, and then became continuous. The air is full of the smell of gunpowder, but it is not unpleasant, but makes people feel happy.

The front yard, the Yan family.

Yan Bugui first distributed peanuts like last year, and then delivered an important speech on Yan Jiefang's immediate appointment as a driver.