The Former Wife Came to the Door

Zhang Zizhou couldn't rub it anymore. He laughed dryly and moved his hand away. In front of these old men, he didn't dare to reach out and rub off a piece of top-notch calligraphy, otherwise he would be bombarded to death by these old men in a matter of minutes.

An old man in a long gown leaned over to the table, glanced at the paper on the table, and said in a low voice: "Oh, what a golden knife!" He turned his head and said to another old man wearing glasses: "Hey! Hey, Old Wang, I’m afraid I’m going to make a mistake, so you should take a look, you have the deepest research on the Golden Wrong Knife.”

The old Wang with glasses hurried up and took a closer look: "It's terrible, it's really an authentic Jin Cuo Dao." He shook his head and said, "Jin Cuo Dao is the handicraft of Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Although it is as small as millet, it needs to be folded three times before it can be completed. The method: the first fold is the first fold when the pen is dropped and the front is hidden;

When Xi Siyu heard this, she already understood that the words Li Hui just wrote were very serious, and she asked cautiously: "Old Wang, what do you mean, this kind of characters are very difficult to write well? ?”

"Exactly!" Mr. Wang opened another piece of paper, picked up the pen himself, brushed on the paper, and wrote a picture, which was the same poem as Li Hui's: Lin Hua thanked Chunhong... …

But after he wrote six characters, he threw away the pen and sighed: "No, I can't write such a high-level golden wrong knife, and the first six characters are already far away. "

Everyone gathered around to see, although there were not many people present who were fine-tuning the wrong knives, everyone could easily tell with the naked eye that the words written by Mr. Wang were obviously a bit worse, and they looked far worse than those written by Li Hui. So there is charm, but the lines are not strong enough. In short, I can't say where it is not good enough, but it is not good enough.

Mr. Wang shook his head and sighed: "The Golden Cuo Dao in my hand is really too far away, alas! Xiao Zhang, where did you get this Jin Cuo Dao?"

Zhang Zizhou felt very embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

If Wu Meiqi is here, she must be slapping Zhang Zizhou's face with her poisonous tongue now, but Xi Siyu is very gentle and doesn't like to attack people. She didn't throw a stone into Zhang Zizhou's well, but He turned to Mr. Wang and said softly, "This is written by a friend of mine."

"Hey, he's a friend, not an elder?" Wang Laoqi said, "How old is he?"

Si Siyu said: "I didn't ask, but it looks like he's in his early twenties, about the same as me."

Boss Wang was taken aback: "This Golden Cuo Dao was actually written by a young man in his early twenties? My God! Could it be that he started practicing calligraphy right after he was born?"

Xi Siyu smiled and said: "I don't know about this, but he should be a lover of traditional culture. A female friend in his family is still weaving cloth by hand in ancient ways and sewing traditional Hanfu by hand. There are quite a few What about the flavor?"

After hearing this, the old men couldn't help but wonder: "There are such young people in modern society, but it's really rare."

An old man patted Zhang Zizhou on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Xiao Zhang, you are only in your thirties, and you are still a young man. You should socialize more with such young people, learn more, and make progress together."

Zhang Zizhou's face was crackled, so he could only say in embarrassment: "Yes!"

Mr. Wang carefully picked up the picture of the golden knife written by Li Hui: "I have to frame this picture and hang it in the living room of my house."

The other old men were immediately dissatisfied: "Hey, old Wang, this painting is here, and anyone who sees it will have a share. Why do you want to move it to your home? No, there must be a regulation for this painting, what is it?" Division."

Elder Wang was furious: "How do you divide this thing? Is it possible that you plan to divide it into several parts? This is a complete poem, and everything will be over when it is opened."

Several other old men said: "That can't let you eat alone, no, no, no one can monopolize this picture."

The old men turned into children in an instant, arguing endlessly, as if they were vying for toys. Fortunately, this is a picture, which will be broken if it is torn, and the old men dare not do anything carelessly, otherwise the old men I'm afraid it has already started to pull and pull.

They argued for a long time, but no one would give up the ownership of the calligraphy. They were blowing their beards and staring, and they were almost about to fight.

In the end, it was Wang Laodao: "Hey, hey, everyone, don't argue. Let's ask Xiao Siyu to invite that friend and write a few more pictures, one for each person, so that no one will have to argue. What do you say? Roar or not?"

"Hey, hey!" The old men immediately surrounded Xi Siyu, and said anxiously, "Where's your friend? Take us to find him!"

Xi Siyu said embarrassingly: "This... such a troublesome matter, please don't be too good, I have only known that friend not long ago, so I am a little embarrassed to speak..."

Just as she finished speaking, she suddenly heard footsteps at the gate of the courtyard. It turned out that it was Li Hui who left and returned.He was shrouded in the dark mood of his previous life just now, so he dropped his pen and left, but after walking a long way, the dark mood of his previous life finally dissipated, and he suddenly thought, no, I am here to send my sister home, why? Can you go first?That's not manly enough!

So he hurried back again, and yelled as soon as he entered the yard: "Miss Xi, I'm sorry, just now I ran out to find the toilet in a hurry, and almost forgot to take you home, tsk tsk, I'm the most trustworthy person Nuo, I agreed to take you home and I will definitely deliver it, so I, Fu Hansan, are back again!"

This time it was a disaster, a group of old men locked their eyes on him, and then the old men began to show the fine tradition of being old and disrespectful, and said to Xi Siyu together: "Little Siyu! , we don’t know him well, so I’m embarrassed to ask him to write, so we can only count on you now. Think about it carefully, since you came to the seminar, we have always taken care of you and loved you like a granddaughter, Now is the time to repay us, you quickly use the beauty trick, let him quickly write a few more words."

Xi Siyu couldn't laugh or cry: "What kind of beauty trick, people don't know about that!"

"With your beauty, you don't need to be a beauty trick at all. You just need to smile as usual, and let him write a few more words with a smile on your face. It will be a piece of cake for you." The old men bowed and bowed. After using it all up, in front of the beautiful golden knife in his hand, it doesn't matter how cheeky it is, if you don't want it, just don't.

Xi Siyu really has nothing to do with these people. Fortunately, they are old-timers in the literary world, and they are well-known masters in various traditional cultural fields. Now they are pestering a little girl to play tricks, and it is simply unbearable.

Li Hui didn't know that he had become a sweet potato. He walked up to Xi Siyu, and without looking at Zhang Zizhou, whose face was flushed, he smiled and said, "Miss Xi, what are you doing? What is the old man talking about around you?"

Xi Siyu said embarrassingly: "The old seniors said that your handwriting is very good, that...can I make another merciless request?"

Li Hui giggled and said, "Take it up, just mention it!"

Xi Siyu said cautiously: "The old seniors still want a few pictures written by you, see... can you..."

As soon as she said this, the necks of the old men were all stretched out, and they were very nervous. You must know that a person who can write such good calligraphy must have very valuable calligraphy. He would not easily agree to help others write, let alone Not to mention writing several pictures.Several well-to-do old men have already thought to themselves: If he is not willing, let's pay for it.

Li Hui guessed from their attitudes that his handwriting was very good. Although he didn't know how good it was, it must be worth a lot.Changed to the usual Li Hui, now his tail must be up to the sky, and he immediately offered a sky-high price, earning a vote first.

However... for some reason, he didn't want to use this thing to make money!

Even Li Hui, who is greedy and lustful, doesn't want to make this money!

When he was writing just now, he felt a sense of heaviness, that feeling of helplessness when the country was ruined and his family was destroyed, that kind of heavy heart that was swayed by fate pressed on the brush, on his heart, and made him breathe It didn't go well, and it made him feel very uncomfortable.

Li Hui shook his head and said with a heavy tone, "Seniors, I'm very sorry, I don't want to write any more now! Because when I write, I feel very depressed, and I don't like that state of mind very much."

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PS: Another 9-word chapter, also at 4.5 pm, today's third update is equivalent to the usual [-] updates!

PS: I am often reminded by book friends that Meng Jiangnu’s surname is not Meng, and Xishi’s surname is not Xi. In fact, I know these things. It is impossible for me to write this book without checking the information. Character, then I must have a thorough understanding of this character, I must know more than you, so I dare to write, otherwise how would I have the courage to write?And when I checked the information, I already knew what their real surnames were, so why did I deliberately use the wrong surname?

PS: The reason is very simple. I have to let readers guess who they are by reading their names. If I write a lady whose surname is Shi Mingyu, who can guess that she is Xi Shi?Therefore, I will not adopt those anti-popular truths, unpopular truths, and truths that are not known to the public. I have to abide by the "convention" and write things that people can understand at a glance, otherwise, The whole article is full of incomprehensible cryptic words, and readers have to search for information to understand after reading a few sentences, so I believe this book will soon be read by no one.

PS: I hereby explain that please don't bring up similar things again.

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