Between lines

At 07:30 in the morning, if nothing unexpected happened, it was Chen Tingbai's time to wake up.

It will take him nearly an hour to wash and get dressed, and he has breakfast by 08:30.

Only in this way can I rush to the art academy near the art academy and open the door of Zi Li Gallery [Zili].

To open the door to welcome guests from all over the world, you have to open the door first, and whether the rest of the guests come or not is none of his business.

Ever since he was injured, Chen Tingbai took his time no matter what he did, especially eating. He could eat two slices of toast for a long time.

Eating slowly is better than having an ugly posture, Chen Tingbai would comfort himself like this every time.

Teacher Lu was opposite him, looked at him several times, wanted to say something, fell silent again, and concentrated on spreading peanut butter on his son's toast.

"Mom, speak up if you have something to say." It was Chen Tingbai who broke the silence himself.

"It's nothing, it's just that your senior brother knew that you broke your badge, so he specially found some good stones for you, and asked you to go back to pick and choose. He will re-carve you a new one. I thought it would be fine, so I agreed. When do you think you will go there?" Teacher Lu said carefully, watching his son's face all the time.

Chen Tingbai put down the bread, turned the wheelchair and exited the dining table, and asked Hu Cong to drive.Teacher Lu was left and right on the dining table.

"Son, I heard from the doctor that you have recovered very well in the past two years, so it's okay..."

"Mom, I'm still in a hurry to open the door. There are a lot of calligraphy and paintings piled up in the corridor recently, so I have to hold on tight." Chen Tingbai interrupted Teacher Lu, and went out in a hurry, even covering his lap. I didn't even have time to get the thin blanket.

Along the way, Chen Tingbai felt restless.There are a lot of irritating things, the chapter that was broken two days ago has been with me for more than ten years anyway, and I regret that I should not have dropped it when I lost my temper and lifted the table.

Even more irritated, my mother made a personal debt for herself on her own initiative. Now, even if there are high-quality stones, even if they are carefully carved and returned, they can only be left alone. How can he complete a work? Finally, I wrote a chapter on it with satisfaction.

When he got to the word, he opened the door, and he asked Hu Cong to buy him a cage of tiger skin and chicken feet, and he made a pot of tea himself and waited for an extra meal.

What are you afraid of? Senior brother is here.

Chen Ting's white face immediately pulled down. "Are your college teachers busy? Why do you always run to me?"

The senior brother was impatient, probably trotting all the way here, picked up the teacup and took a big gulp, and let out a long cry when he was burned, "Isn't it because you opened the door? Come and have a sip of tea."

Chen Tingbai has always been displeased with how his senior brother drinks tea, it's too reckless.

But yes, there are not many young people who can sit down and taste slowly in their leisure time like him.

"Drink it and leave. If you dare to reach out for my tiger skin and chicken feet, I will ask Hu Cong to throw you out." Chen Tingbai did not lift his eyes, and filled his teacup, incidentally. He also made a cup of tea for the senior brother.

"Stop drinking, class will start later, this is for you, I asked someone to bring it from other places two days ago, it's good material. Can you see if it catches your eyes? If yes, I'll carve one for you, it's still Dongfeng Ears? Yin engraved Yang engraved?"

The senior brother took out a stone from his pocket, it was a piece of white jade with a round color, it was really good for engraving seals.

"Brother, do you think it's interesting for me to write a chapter now? Don't waste your efforts on me, Chen Tingbai doesn't take a pen anymore."

Perhaps when Chen Tingbai saw this stone seven years ago, his eyes lit up and he snatched it from his senior brother to study whether it is suitable for Yin engraving or Yang engraving is wonderful.

At that time, Chen Tingbai won the prize in the calligraphy competition, and he was relentless, and he wrote arrogantly and domineeringly with one hand. The entire court held him like a treasure.

That red seal with the words "dongfeng guoer" is like thunder, and even his works exhibited must be hung in the center of the exhibition hall.

But it won’t happen now. A car accident six years ago crushed his spinal nerves, trapped him in a wheelchair, and trapped him in loneliness. In the past six years, except for his right hand, which can still be used flexibly, every part of his body , are becoming thinner, deformed, and becoming uglier day by day.

Apart from dancing wildly during convulsions, they cling to him quietly like something that doesn't belong to him, and what also dies is his passion for calligraphy.

Dongfeng Guoer has already been broken by himself, and Chen Tingbai, who can write wild grass, has long been broken.

After being injured, Chen Tingbai opened the calligraphy gallery in Zili, where he made paintings, framed them, and sold them.

In the first two years, it was just a small street shop, and the nurse sent him here every day.The business of the framing shop next to the Academy of Art is naturally good. He only has one hand that can move freely, and he doesn't want to be careless.

When dealing with the things I once loved, I have an inexplicable attachment. When I am busy, I have to stay until late at night to catch up with the progress.

The street shop's facilities are not good, and he has been alone for so long and had several accidents.

His parents felt sorry for him and persuaded him to close it, but he refused, got up and went back to business as usual after recovering from his illness.

In the back, an old bungalow next to the Academy of Arts is for rent. His parents rented it for him, and made some renovations to get the current word.

As for Hu Cong, he picked it up at the gate of New Year's Shopping Street last year.Children from the countryside, who are too poor to go to school, can write good handwriting, and are writing Spring Festival couplets in ragged big cotton jackets.He promised to ask someone to teach him how to write well, on condition that he come to be his apprentice.

Until now, Chen Tingbai was able to drink tea and take a nap in the small Western-style building as a hands-off shopkeeper.

Business is not so busy in the middle of the semester, and Hu Cong can handle two or three ordinary framed orders once in a while.

Chen Tingbai was dozing off in the courtyard. After sitting for a long time, his legs fell to the ground. Hu Cong ran in and screamed and woke up Chen Tingbai, "Master, Master, wake up, something happened."

Chen Tingbai woke up from the fright, panicked, his legs trembled immediately, and hit the wheelchair. If he hadn't reacted quickly and stabilized himself immediately, he would have fallen off.

"Why are you panicking! Did the house burn down or a thief broke in!"

Hu Cong knew that he had gotten into trouble and hurriedly squatted down to give Chen Tingbai a massage, "Master, someone is here to modify the frame."

Chen Tingbai was even angrier when he heard that, if he hadn't had to support the wheelchair now, he would have slapped Hu Cong on the head long ago. "You don't know how to modify it! Did I just pick you up yesterday? Is this a big deal?"

"But the calligraphy that that person brought was stained and damaged. He told him to repair it, but I can't do it." Hu Cong was timid by nature, and was on the verge of crying after being sprayed.

"If it is stained or damaged, it is called garbage. Let him go, don't come to be annoying!" Chen Tingbai has a particularly violent temper when he is not feeling well, and he doesn't care what masterpiece you are, if he doesn't accept it, he won't accept it.

Hu Cong saw that Chen Ting's white legs had calmed down, helping him on the wheelchair, and was about to get up and go back home.

Chen Tingbai became more comfortable, and his tone softened so that Hu Cong pushed him out to have a look. What kind of rubbish student would dare to use it to repair, frame and hand in homework. If it was his senior's student, he would have to complain to his senior.