I Excavated an Emperor to Become a Wife.

For Su Jingmo, the world a thousand years later is very strange, with nights as bright as day, fast cars, towering buildings, and women's unrestrained clothes...

The rapid increase in people proves the stability and prosperity of this era. The streets are wider and more crowded than a thousand years ago, and life is more colorful and busier than a thousand years ago.

Everything is very strange but also very strange, unfamiliar yet familiar, occasionally there will be curved eaves, red walls and black tiles between tall buildings, which are the "historical and cultural relics" respected by the world today; In a crowded subway car, you may come across one or two men and women wearing Han Dynasty costumes; in the streets and alleys of the noisy city with the sound of steam and whistle, there will still be people sitting in the booths and talking about the past and the present.

This is a different era, this is the era after a thousand years.In this era, everyone can read, but 'culture' has become a precious thing.

For example, what is built in front of you is the calligraphy exhibition stand of cultural celebrities of this era.

Su Jingmo was very interested, curious about what kind of characters the so-called "calligraphers" could write in this noisy era in a society that only used hard pens.

The small square was crowded with people, even though it was morning, many people gathered around the stands.

Taking a casual look at the exhibits on display, Su Jingmo couldn't help laughing when he saw the flamboyant and unique "masterpieces" in front of him.

"This gentleman seems to have some ideas about this word?"

The voice from beside him caused Su Jingmo to look sideways slightly, and cast a sideways glance at the middle-aged man beside him, Su Jingmo frowned, and said with a smile: "I just think this mounting technique is really beautiful."

Beautiful framed workmanship?The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, but he understood the meaning behind his words in an instant.The mounting technique couldn't be simpler. The young people in front of them only praised the craftsmanship and not the calligraphy, which means that the calligraphy is so ugly that the ordinary mounting technique is set off beautifully.

"This..." The epiphany middle-aged man shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "Young man, do you know that this word is a masterpiece among these exhibits, and it is the work of the master 'Fang Heyuan'."

"Master?" Su Jingmo sneered: "Whoever wrote this word can also be called a 'master', is the status of a master already so low in this world?"

After all, Su Jingmo looked at the man beside him meaningfully.

Su Jingmo's disdain made the middle-aged man a little ashamed, and he couldn't help but said forcefully: "Young people seem to have a deep study of calligraphy, and they must be able to write good handwriting." The man pointed to the center of the stand, "There You can write on the spot, why don’t you show it?”

Turning around and looking at the man in front of him, Su Jingmo's peach blossom eyes smiled even deeper.

"my pleasure."

Su Jingmo's appearance is very eye-catching, coupled with his innate bearing, he walked to the desk and glanced at the crowded crowd in front of him, which made the already noisy square quiet.

Picking up the pen, dipping in the ink, and writing it down with one stroke, like a dragon flying into the sky, flowing through the universe, with magnificent gestures and turbulent postures.Everyone around applauded.

Zhang Buqing never thought that he could see such a proud brushwork in this small booth. The person holding the pen held one hand behind his back, and the pen in his hand was arrogant and domineering, like a sword breaking through the momentum, without being restrained at all, and even the whole line From the pen, it looks like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea in a chic and unrestrained manner.

Looking at its characters again, its color and shape, its thickness and dryness, its intermittent and continuous twists and turns, are all infinitely variable.

The human way is: writing is like a person, the pen is clear and ink is beautiful and well thought out, the square is square and unbiased, and the gentry is bound to be a gentleman;And the writing in front of him is unrestrained and unrestrained, the pen is like a dragon and snake, and the calligraphy is so good that it is amazing... In comparison, the handwriting of his apprentice Fang Heyuan next to him can only be seen.

Such a good word, actually came from the hands of such a young man?

Looking carefully at the young man in front of him who signed and put down the pen, Zhang Buqing couldn't help but feel his heart tremble when he saw this person's eyebrows and eyes. An inexplicable sense of familiarity made Zhang Buqing ask, "Who did you learn this good handwriting from, little brother?"

Hearing the sound, he raised his head, the gray-haired old man in front of the table smiled kindly, Su Jingmo put down the pen in his hand and smiled slightly: "There are a few masters, they are just unknown."

Su Jingmo's words are really untrue. His tutors who teach knowledge are naturally the top talents in Daxu, but the names of those people are unknown to the world. talk about it.

Su Jingmo's way of speaking and tone of voice made Zhang Buqing's sense of familiarity even deeper, and he couldn't help but look carefully at the person in front of him.

Tall, with a handsome face, wearing nothing more than a simple shirt, but with an extraordinary demeanor, he speaks calmly, with crooked eyebrows and a smile that makes people feel like a spring breeze, but if you look closely, you can see the alienation and deepness in the eyes, as if Knowing everything and seeing through all the thoughts in your heart, that is the attitude of a person who has been in the top position for a long time.

Zhang Buqing felt that he seemed to have seen this look before, but he clearly knew that he had never seen this person in 64 years, so where did the sense of familiarity come from?Looking at this word and this person, he became more and more emotional and bewildered. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start, and he was unable to speak for a long time.

Su Jingmo naturally saw the old man's insanity, and suddenly his heart moved, Su Jingmo smiled, and cupped his hands at the old man in front of him, "I, Su Jingmo, dare to ask your name, sir."

"Oh," Zhang Buqing said in a hurry, "Miangui's surname is Zhang, Gongchang Zhang, named Buqing, and 'Buqing' with a hundred steps and ten folds to cleanse the universe. Is my brother's surname Su? This surname is rare."

"It's rare." He looked at the old man in front of him calmly. His hair was gray, and he was probably past the age of ears. Shochiku.

Is your surname Zhang...

His eyes moved slightly, and Su Jingmo smiled and said: "I think Mr. has ink spots on the corner of his clothes, he should be a person who often writes. I wonder if I am lucky enough to see Mr. calligraphy?"

Seeing Zhang Buqing nodding, Su Jingmo took two steps back and gave up his seat to the old man.

There was a slight pause when the pen was written, and then the words fell on the off-white rice paper. The movement was like flowing clouds and flowing water. The font was vigorous and powerful.

After Zhang Buqing put down his pen, Su Jingmo cupped his hands and said: "This word is really as tough and powerful as Mr., and it is crisp and neat. It is really everyone."

"After decades of practice, this is the only handwriting I can handle." Laughing loudly, Zhang Buqing looked at Su Jingmo and said, "Brother, it's even more remarkable that you can write such good handwriting at such a young age." .”

Su Jingmo shook his head with a smile, "It's just that I've used this brush to write since I was a child. If it's a hard pen, I haven't touched it much."

"I always write with a brush?" Zhang Buqing was a little surprised: "How is this possible? In school..."

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the ringtone of the mobile phone.Nodding to Su Jingmo apologetically, Zhang Buqing left the noisy crowd to answer the phone, and when he came back after two minutes, he explained something to Fang Heyuan, turned around and said to Su Jingmo: "I just came back from When Beijing rushed over, my friends from Xi’an invited me to have lunch, Xiao Su, you see, it’s already noon now, I think I really hit it off with you, why don’t you come and have a light meal with me?”

Fearing that Su Jingmo would refuse, Zhang Buqing added: "The people who eat together are all calligraphy and painting lovers, and we can exchange calligraphy experience together."

Xiao Su?This address made Su Jingmo frowned slightly, looking at Zhang Buqing in front of him, Su Jingmo nodded after thinking about it: "Then bother."

When they arrived at the restaurant, as Zhang Buqing said, all the visitors were calligraphy madmen, they were very obsessed with calligraphy, and they were even more curious about him, Su Jingmo.

"Jing Mo has never used a hard pen before? What about the exam?"

"The family hired a private teacher."

"Private education?!" An elderly woman beside her said in amazement: "Is there still such a family these days? They still learn traditional Chinese characters?"

"No wonder you wrote such a good handwriting."

"It's just that if you don't have an orthodox national education, how should you live? You must know that in this era, people only look at certificates."

"What's the matter? With his good handwriting and knowledge, he can't survive? There are so many ways to make money in this era..."

You talk to each other, discussing the way of survival without a diploma in this world, but you didn't ask Su Jingmo any questions, Su Jingmo chatted with Zhang Buqing at the side happily.

"Mister is from Beijing?"

"I live in Beijing now, but my ancestral home is Anhui."

Anhui, thinking about the current map, that is the area around Jiangzhou.

"Anhui is a good place, and it is easy to produce talented people. Judging from the appearance of the gentleman, he should be from a scholarly family, and someone from his ancestors should be an official."

"Hahahaha, that's true. In modern society, most families don't pay much attention to family genealogy, but our Zhang family in Anhui attaches great importance to it. It has kept the genealogy for nearly a thousand years intermittently. There are indeed several officials in the court."

"Thousands of years?" Su Jingmo smiled and lowered his eyes, "It just so happens that my family is an archaeologist. I once heard him say that more than 1000 years ago, Jiangzhou... oh, that is, there was a Zhang family in Anhui. There is an academician of the Hanlin Academy in the family, named Jing, styled Xinmiao."

"Zhang Jing..." Zhang Buqing paused, "I can't remember the name, but there is a legend in the family that a branch of the Zhang family once produced a high-ranking official and bachelor. The department was destroyed. But, this is just a legend, it should be false."

"Fake? Why are you so sure."

"Hey, young man, if you look at the history of more than 1000 years, which dynasty has a scholar of the Imperial Academy named Zhang Jing? If this legend is not false, what else can it be?" Zhang Buqing sighed in a rare way: "How can there be any Imperial Academy in this world?" Zhang Jing."

Su Jingmo looked at Zhang Buqing beside him, and did not continue this topic.

In the following time, Su Jingmo exchanged calligraphy with several elders for half a day. When he received a call from Tan Cheng, he realized that it was already dark, so he declined Zhang Buqing's dinner invitation and returned home.

Before Su Jingmo could take out the key in his pocket, the door was opened by Tan Cheng.After introducing him into the house and changing his shoes, he turned around and cupped his cold hands, warming them in his arms.

"I knew it was you when I heard footsteps outside the door. Why did you come back so late today?"

The warm yellow light was on, making Tan Cheng in front of him very gentle. The heating was turned on in the room, and there was a gurgling sound from the kitchen. When he sniffed it, it smelled like pork rib soup.

Looking at Tan Cheng who was holding his hand and exhaling softly, Su Jingmo's peach blossom eyes were upturned, which made people feel excited, "Today I met a friend I haven't seen for many years."

After saying this, seeing Tan Cheng's bewildered expression, Su Jingmo felt a little happier.

"Today I saw a person, and I felt familiar at the first sight when I saw him. After careful observation later, I was sure that he was the reincarnation of my friend Zhang Jing from thousands of years ago, just like I was sure that Qu Zhiwen was Su Jing Like an inkstone." Leaning over and kissing the corner of Tan Cheng's lips, Su Jingmo said with a smile, "It may be that he has been a ghost for a long time, even if he comes back to life, the perception of the soul still exists faintly."

"Then he..."

"Of course he doesn't know me. It's just that I never thought I'd see him again." Leaning in Tan Cheng's arms, Su Jingmo whispered, "Tan Cheng, if it's as you said, even if Daxu disappears, it should continue." It's still going on..."

Tan Cheng nodded and tightened his grip on the person in his arms.

In the following time, Zhang Buqing and Zhang Buqing hit it off, and they made appointments to chat about ancient calligraphy books when they had time.

Even Zhang Buqing himself felt strange, it was clear that there was such a big age difference between the two of them, but they didn't feel any difference in their births when they chatted, and even many of Su Jingmo's words were more profound than that of a man who had seen everything in the world, which made Zhang Buqing feel a little strange. The illusion of talking to elders.

After coming and going, the day when Zhang Buqing returned to Beijing was coming, and Su Jingmo went to see him off that day.

"My Institute of Literature is affiliated to the National Federation of Literary Arts. The Institute cherishes your talent. Are you really unwilling to go there?"

Su Jingmo shook his head.

"Is it because of your girlfriend?"

Passing the luggage to Zhang Buqing, Su Jingmo thought for a while before replying: "My love."

"You are so young and talented, your future..."

"There is only one him in this world."

When Su Jingmo mentioned this point, Zhang Buqing couldn't persuade him anymore, so he could only sigh softly.

Su Jingmo nodded with a smile: "Let's go, it's almost time."

Seeing the gray-haired old friend turn away and walk away, the white horse passed by, and he didn't know whether he would see him again after this farewell, Su Jingmo's heart moved and he shouted: "Zhang Jing!"

The old man turned around in response.

"Life is short, you should enjoy your time in this life."

"I am very sure of that."

"There will be a period later."

"There will be a period later."

Zhang Buqing looked at Su Jingmo who turned and left after saying this sentence, he seemed to see the appearance of the young man in brocade clothes and a crown on his head in a trance.

When he came back to his senses, the young man had long since disappeared into the crowd.

Just now, he seemed to be calling Zhang Jing?

Just thinking about it like this brought tears to his face.