anime master is mentally ill

The old man didn't speak any more, but picked up the couplet written by Qin Lin and observed it carefully.The old man read the ten words for nearly a minute, and then laughed heartily and said: "At first glance, it gives people a sense of elegance, luxury, and conciseness. The front is still sharp and sharp, giving people a sense of heroism."

Qin Lin smiled, but did not speak.After knowing the real cause of his mother's death, he tried his best to take revenge, but there was no one he could trust around him, so he could only plan cautiously and cautiously.

The longer the revenge dragged on, the more irritable he became.But he still couldn't show the slightest inappropriateness on his expression, for fear that Shen Hui would see something, and he had to play with Shen Hui every day the hypocrisy of a mother's kindness and filial piety.

When he couldn't control his emotions, he hid in the study and wrote to express the hatred in his heart, and also calmed himself down by writing.Over time, every stroke of his handwriting is sharp.Today, he can no longer write the delicate and elegant handwriting that he had before the age of 20.

The old gentleman put down the Spring Festival couplets written by Qin Lin, looked at Qin Lin with kind eyes, and praised him: "Young man, the writing is good, better than my old man."

"Thank you for your compliment, old man." Qin Lin bowed modestly.When he was studying at Yingtian Academy, his teacher often praised him for his good handwriting and strong character, and he was proud of it for a long time.

"Don't call me old man, old man, it sounds very polite. My surname is Li, and the young man can call me Lao Li or Uncle Li." The old man said cheerfully.

"Uncle Li." Qin Lin's tone was respectful but not flattering, and the cold tone made the smile on Uncle Li's face even deeper.He said, "My name is Qin Lin, as long as Uncle Li calls me by my name."

There are quite a lot of customers buying/spring couplets on the side, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl is collecting money. Qin Lin doesn't intend to say more about affecting Uncle Li's business, so he expresses his thoughts frankly: "My brother and I also I plan to write Spring Festival couplets and sell them to earn some living expenses. But Uncle Li, we will definitely sell them at a farther place, and it should not affect your business here. It’s just that I don’t know where to buy Spring Festival couplets. Uncle Li can tell Where can I buy it? Or Uncle Li, you can sell me some paper, pen and ink."

Uncle Li didn't have Qin Lin's idea of ​​robbing him for business, but said with satisfaction: "Good boy, are you still going to school? Are you earning tuition by yourself? Good job! Since you call me Uncle Li, can't you?" Let you scream for nothing. Isn’t it just some Spring Festival couplets?

"Thank you Uncle Li, my brother and I are still in school." Qin Lin thanked him sincerely.

Thinking of the 220 yuan in his pocket, he sighed secretly and said, "Uncle Li, bring me 150 yuan of paper, half of the square paper for writing blessings and half of the Spring Festival couplet paper."

From the memory of the original body, Qin Lin learned that the characters of Huaxia Kingdom are not quite the same as those of Dayue Kingdom. Some characters are the same, and some characters are slightly different. Compared with the characters of Dayue Dynasty, the strokes of some characters are much simplified. .

If he really wants to write Spring Festival couplets, Qin Lin can't write many words about Huaxia Kingdom. Although he has the memories of his original body, those memories are like watching someone else's life for him. There are many details. What was presented to him was vague and not profound.Just like the knowledge that Yuanshen had learned in school since he was a child, he couldn't use it freely.

Just like the ninety-nine multiplication table, he knows that there is this calculation method, but he doesn't know the specific content, and he doesn't know how to use it.

The fact that he was able to write a couplet without any typos just now was because he quickly looked at the couplets hanging on the side in secret.

While Uncle Li was looking for Spring Festival couplets at the back, Qin Lin looked up at the Spring Festival couplets beside him. The characters he could recognize on them were different from Dayue Chao's strokes, and he carefully memorized the writing in his heart.

Uncle Li quickly took out three packs of paper, stuffed them to Qin Lin, and said, "Uncle brings a lot of paper, and three pens, but only one ink, or you can write here, write well Take it and sell it."

Qin Lin glanced at Uncle Li's writing desk, it was not small.He could also feel that Uncle Li really invited him, not just talking about it. He accepted Uncle Li's kindness and said gratefully, "Thank you, Uncle Li."

"Haha, you young man, how polite you are." Uncle Li laughed and said, "My old man asked you to write here because of your good handwriting. If your handwriting is not good, I would have driven you away long ago. "

Uncle Li said that he took out his spare pen to Qin Lin, and went to write his own Spring Festival couplets again.Qin Lin is very grateful, this is the first person he came here to express kindness to him.

"Xiao Yun, are you hungry?" Qin Lin turned to look at Cui Yun who was following him, and asked him.

"Not hungry." Cui Yun shook his head lightly.

Qin Lin gave Cui Yun the three packs of paper in his hand, and said, "Take it first, brother writes some Spring Festival couplets, we both sell them, and we will have a place to live at night after selling the money."

Cui Yun looked at Qin Lin with clear eyes and nodded.Qin Lin took out a handful of change from his pocket again, and said to Cui Yun, "You count 150 yuan for Uncle Li."

Qin Lin was a little ashamed. It was Cui Yun who turned around and saw Yuan Bao instead of his personal servant Yuan Bao. He realized once again that he had bid farewell to the past.

Cui Yun was squatting on the side counting money, Qin Lin turned around to write, but inadvertently saw the big screen outside the big shopping mall across the road, and there was a landscape picture on the screen.

Staring at the screen, Qin Lin's heart skipped a beat.He likes painting very much, but after he was 20 years old, he put painting aside for revenge.In Huaxia Kingdom, he can sell calligraphy and paintings for a living, but he remembers that in Huaxia Kingdom, there is something called animation, which can make paintings on paper move. The paintings are displayed in front of the people of China in a dynamic form.

But let's solve the immediate problem first. As for making animations, he can't start until he settles down in Huaxia Kingdom.

Shaking his head, first throwing away these thoughts, Qin Lin unwrapped the paper package on which the word "Fu" was written, took out a small stack, put it on the table, picked up a pen and dipped it in the ink, and then began to write the word "Fu".

The characters for "Fu" and "Shou" are the smoothest and best for him to write. He writes a picture of Baifu and Baishou every year. There are a hundred "Fu" characters with their own merits and different fonts, none of which are the same. and the word 'Shou'.

Baifutu is one of the gifts he gives to Qin Taizhi every New Year's Eve. Before the age of 20, with the most sincere sincerity, he prayed for the safety of his family, happiness every year, and the prosperity of Qin Tai's official career.

After the age of 20, among the gifts he gave to Qin Taizhi, there would still be a picture of a hundred blessings, but he was praying for his good luck, to avenge his vengeance as soon as possible, and praying for God to open his eyes so that Qin Taizhi and Shen Hui would get the retribution they deserved.Although he doesn't really believe that evil will be rewarded with evil.

Qin Lin wrote a word of blessing, then picked it up and blew it, waited for the handwriting to dry before writing another one.When writing the fifth piece of blessing, Mr. Li finished writing a Spring Festival couplet and turned to look at the word "Fu" that Qin Lin put aside.

It was a Chinese character '福' in cursive script. The moment he saw the character, the eight characters of 'floating like floating clouds and astonishing as a dragon' appeared in Mr. Li's mind.Although it is a bit exaggerated to feel this kind of feeling from only one word 'Fu', these eight characters are still lingering in Mr. Li's mind.

Mr. Li picked up the character 'Fu' in running script and looked at it again and again, with a look of surprise on his face, and then he saw another character 'Fu' in official script, which was also elegant yet calm.

Old Li couldn't help but look sideways at Qin Lin. The young man's profile was raised, his nose bridge was raised, his outline was tough, and he looked to be in his early twenties. He didn't expect to be so accomplished in calligraphy.

"How do you sell this lucky character?" A customer looked at the lucky character in Lao Li's hand and asked aloud.

"..." Mr. Li was a little dazed, and after a while, he looked at the familiar customer who asked the question and said, "Ten yuan a piece."

"Ten yuan?" The grey-haired old man in his 60s widened his eyes and shouted loudly, "It's only ten yuan for the word "Fu"? Why are you so dark-hearted, old man? I only bought a Spring Festival scroll. 15 yuan."

Elder Li looked at Qin Lin who was still immersed in writing, and pursed his lips.The blessing characters he sold were only five yuan a piece, but how could those printed blessing characters compare with this young man's writing?

Although the cost of this piece of blessing is less than one yuan, in terms of artistic value, it is more than ten times higher.And he seemed to have heard the young man tell his younger brother just now that he would have a place to sleep at night when he made money selling Spring Festival couplets.

Although he can't bring greater benefits to the youth, he can at least make the youth sell more money.

Mr. Li looked at the old man customer who lived in the same yard with him, and said, "You stinky old man, you don't know anything." He showed the customer the character "Fu" in the shape book: "Look at this character, it's as good as Wang Xizhi, Wang Xizhi Do you know who it is? That is the sage of calligraphy! His running script "Orchid Pavilion Preface" is known as the best running script in the world! My blessing is no worse than Wang Xizhi's!"

The customer snorted, "My old man doesn't know Wang Xizhi! I knew you were a scammer! I've known you for 60 years, and you'll charge me ten yuan for a word of blessing!"

"Old Li stared angrily: "You blame me for not knowing! "

"Who are you talking about, old man?" The customer was also angry.

When Qin Lin was writing, he also heard movement nearby.When Mr. Li said that ten yuan for a piece of blessing, that is, a copper coin, he could only smile wryly.

He was even more helpless when he heard the two old men quarreling.In terms of value, although his writing in Dayue Dynasty is not worth thousands of gold, it is still worth dozens of gold.But in China, the word "Fu" is only a few yuan. Mr. Li said ten yuan, which is really expensive for ordinary customers.