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Xu Shaohua had been standing in the front hall for a long time, he didn't hear the voice coming from the patio, if he hadn't heard that this shop was good at craftsmanship and could repair calligraphy and paintings, he would have turned his head and left.

He has no choice but to wait, he can only put the treasure here, to be precise, he can only put the treasure on this painting.

At the age of [-], there is no promotion or salary increase, and I watch my colleagues climb up step by step one after another.

It's not that he's jealous. On the other hand, if he can't get a bigger project, maybe the mortgage will be a problem.Right around the Mid-Autumn Festival, he decided to go to the leader's house to see if he could get a big project in the last quarter, otherwise he really didn't know what face he would have to go back to his hometown this year.

He can't afford good wine, and he doesn't understand the tea on the market. If he thinks it's good and buys it, it's useless if other people's leaders don't like it at all.

Hearing that the leader arty likes to collect calligraphy and paintings, he remembered this calligraphy at home.When I was in college, I went to an exhibition with my boyfriend to buy it. He didn't understand it, but his boyfriend said at the time that it was definitely the best, and he must win it.

After so many years, he was not a fastidious person. He moved down several times, and it was already damaged and stained.

Just pray that this boss has the skills to fix it for him so that he can meet the leader decently.

Unexpectedly, the person who came out was actually sitting in a wheelchair, with one hand unnaturally curled up on his lap, and a bed was covering his lap.The co-author just now said that he couldn't do it, and he was going to hire the boss. Is that the boss?

Just kidding, you can still do repairs if you have bad hands?Seeing that Chen Tingbai was so angry, Xu Shaohua wanted to turn around and leave.I also heard Chen Tingbai say, "For calligraphy and painting restoration, if it is a cultural relic, I suggest you go to the Cultural Relics Bureau. If it is an ordinary scroll, there is no need to restore it all over the street. It is not worth it."

It's just that Xu Shaohua always felt that he had seen this little boss somewhere, but he couldn't remember.

He's obviously seen it before, and it's definitely not just a one-off encounter, like passing by.

He remembered that a few years ago, when he first joined the company as an intern, a tall and straight boy would always come to the company on weekend evenings.

At first, Xu Shaohua didn't know who that person was, but thought he was good-looking and arrogant.For a while, even the hair was dyed blue.

The boy didn't look around, and walked straight into the boss's office with a shoulder bag on his back, waiting for the boss to go home together after get off work.

The young man hadn't grown up yet, although his temperament was arrogant, but occasionally he would show a little youthful feeling.He would say to his boss: "Go back tonight and let me drive. I'll tell you that my skills are good. Now, I'm sure I can bring you home safely."

Xu Shaohua carefully looked at the person in front of him, and thought about what happened during the internship.It seems to be, but I can't be sure, the man sitting in the wheelchair in front of me now does not have the shadow of the young man back then.

But the facial features will not change, the facial features are like an ink painting, he really can't think of a second person in his memory.

Xu Shaohua put a smile on his face again, "Boss, can you fix it? I really like this calligraphy. I bought it when I was in college. It has been with me for so many years, and it is very important to me."

Chen Tingbai actually didn't like him at first sight, because of his cheap suit pants and cheap shirt.At first glance, he looked like an ordinary office worker, who could not understand calligraphy. He didn't expect him to say that the calligraphy and painting in his arms had been bought in college, so he moved his mind to take a look.

"Show me, but there is no guarantee that it will be repaired. Broken calligraphy and painting are broken, and no matter how repaired they are, they won't make the icing on the cake." Chen Tingbai stretched out his hand to pick it up.

The scroll was slowly spread out on the table, it was the Preface to the Pavilion of the King of Teng, written in cursive.

Chen Tingbai's complexion was a little bad, and his complexion changed several times at once.It was Chen Tingbai's preface to the Tengwang Pavilion written in cursive eight years ago, and at the end of the chapter was the Dongfeng Guoer he was all too familiar with.

"Do you really like this calligraphy?" Chen Tingbai couldn't calm down. Opening a store and meeting fans?What kind of business is this?

Xu Shaohua didn't know this, let alone like it, but he was afraid that these cultural people might be a little bit tempered. If he really told the truth, what if the boss didn't help repair it?

He's the best at laughing, looking flattering.Originally, Chen Tingbai hated this kind of smile the most, but Xu Shaohua looks good, and when he smiles like this, it makes people feel very kind, "Yes, I like it very much. I haven't seen his works in the past two years. It's a pity. So you must help me fix this calligraphy."

Xu Shaohua thought that all calligraphers should be old men, maybe the old men would stop writing with trembling hands due to age, so it should be fine to say so.

"You go back first, I'll fix it for you, and you'll get it in two days. I'll definitely fix it for you." Chen Tingbai carefully put away the scroll, his voice softened, and politely asked Hu Cong to leave Xu Shaohua behind. Xu Shaohua was sent away after receiving his contact information.

"Hu Cong, close the door and go home. It won't open today." After the people left, Chen Tingbai didn't have the mood to sit still, and told Hu Cong to close the door and go home.

After returning home, Chen Tingbai lay on the bed and let the nurse clean up his body. When he turned over, he saw the Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion on the table.

He was a little sleepy, and when he was in a daze, he seemed to see the past. In the past, when he wrote a pen with a stroke, others thought it was his peak, and the next work slapped everyone in the face.Always arrogant, always at the peak.

He was thinking, how to restore him in his prime?

He called Hu Cong into the room and asked him to help him get up. Paper and ink were spread on the desk. He picked up the pen and didn't know what to write for a while.

In the end, he wrote two words casually and threw away the pen. Hu Cong kept praising Chen Tingbai's handwriting was so beautiful, but Chen Tingbai smiled and said nothing.

If you are tired, go to sleep.

When Xu Shaohua returned home, he felt uneasy. He didn't know if the man he saw this afternoon could really help him fix it, and he wasn't sure if this calligraphy and painting could really help him make the leader smile.

He regretted that he was too anxious to leave today and didn't have time to leave the other party's contact information. At least he could ask.

How much did you pay for this calligraphy and painting?Is it worth it?Xu Shaohua wanted to find out who made it, but he forgot who signed it, so what's the matter?

Forget it, it’s just a single word, what can be relied on?

At worst, sell the house and go back to my hometown. At worst, I will be reprimanded by my parents and help find a stable job.

What made Xu Shaohua worry the most was whether the little boss was the person he had met before.If so, then this "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" seems not so important.

Stains can be removed, but where the calligraphy is damaged, it is impossible to write the original feeling.

Chen Tingbai has been in the writing for two days and has not returned home.

Hu Cong watched him write many times, and his hands trembled when he put down the pen.Propose that otherwise, let Senior Brother Lu come to help.Chen Tingbai refused, and suggested that the senior brother was fine these two days, and Hu Cong could go to the senior brother to practice calligraphy.

After Hu Cong left, Chen Tingbai washed the pen, took out a piece of Hui ink that had not been used for a long time, and grinded it patiently.

It seems that it has been a long time since I have done this kind of thing. It seems that I have done it in my previous life.The ink block slid back and forth in the inkstone, and the inkstone followed suit, and most of the ground was scattered.Chen Tingbai thought for a while, put the ink on the table, raised his left hand to the table with his right hand, and supported the inkstone to stabilize the inkstone.

It's been a long time since I picked up a brush to write, and no matter how good the brush is, it still loses a little hair.

Usually, when he needed to write occasionally, he would ask Hu Cong to remove any hair shedding, but this time Chen Tingbai didn't want anyone else.These things were familiar to him in the past. If he couldn't even solve the hair loss of a small brush, how could he repair his works at his peak.

Chen Tingbai put the tip of the brush on his lips, gently squeezed the tip of the brush with his mouth, and bit the floating hair with his front teeth. After a few times of brushing, it really didn't shed any hair.

When Hu Cong came back, he saw that his boss had a black mouth and black hands. "Oh, my ancestors, what are you doing? Are you writing or are you writing?" Hu Cong put aside his homework, went to the bathroom and twisted a towel to clean Chen Tingbai.

"You write it as soon as you write it, and you use your mouth even if it is wiped clean. Your family will scold me when you go home."

"Okay, I'm fine, I'll be clean after two washes. You call and ask your senior brother to come over, and I'll ask him for help." Chen Tingbai waved his hand to signal Hu Cong that he doesn't need to wipe it, Huimo just can't clean it .

What is urgent right now is to quickly bring in a rescuer to fix the calligraphy.

When Lu Heng came, Chen Tingbai sat at the door and waited for him for the first time, "Hurry up, my wheelchair is faster than you, and I'm waiting for you." Lu Heng knew that Chen Tingbai's personality was like this, and he wanted to do something You can't wait for a moment.

"Come and write. Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng, don't you need to practice any more?" Chen Tingbai nodded the paper on the table, and stopped talking nonsense.

Just as Lu Heng was about to pick up the pen, he realized that it wasn't the junior brother's own handwriting?

"Isn't this yours? Why do you ask me to write it? There are only a few words here." Lu Heng put down the pen and picked up the words to read for himself. Isn't it Chen Tingbai's words, but it is definitely not written now.

"Try to see if you can write it. If you can't write it, I went back to someone else's house and it was repaired by someone else." Chen Tingbai didn't look at him, and stepped back. He wanted to go in and check if anything embarrassing happened to him, so After speaking, he manipulated the wheelchair and entered the small room next to him.

When he came out, Lu Heng had indeed written several times on the paper next to him, but he hadn't written on the repair paper for a long time.

Seeing Chen Tingbai coming out, he put down his pen and was about to squat down to check for Chen Tingbai's discomfort. "Have you been sitting for a long time today? The doctor said last time that you can't wear it for so long, and you lost your temper again when you found out the problem and went to the hospital."

Chen Tingbai has no sensation below the chest, and keeping the same sitting position for a long time will make him uncomfortable, maybe something else will happen

Chen Tingbai knew what he was going to do and hurriedly pressed the blanket.

"It's okay, I've read it, and Hu Cong has also read it, it's really okay." What Chen Tingbai is most concerned about now is not himself at all, but the words on the table, "Didn't you write it?"

Lu Heng nodded, and told Chen Tingbai with embarrassment: "You know, I have always written regular script, and I am not good at cursive script, let alone..."

What's more, this was written by you a few years ago. If you can't write it, how can I write it.It's just that Lu Heng couldn't say this sentence.

Chen Tingbai knew what Lu Heng was going to say later, he actually knew that no matter who came, he couldn't write it.Cursive script is the most important thing to be done in one go, so there is no saying that one person will add two strokes later.

"It's okay, I'm really embarrassing you, brother. I called him back." Chen Tingbai was quite uncomfortable. He didn't know whether he was sad that he could no longer write a good handwriting or that he had to push a list.

Let it be the latter.

Two days later, Chen Tingbai made a call according to the contact information on the deposit slip.

"Hello? Is this Mr. Xu? I'm Zili's boss. I can't take your order."

After hanging up the phone call, Chen Tingbai sat by the window and smoked a few cigarettes. That night he had a very severe convulsion, his usually dead limbs twitched crazily, and Hu Cong could hardly hold it down.

When it was over, his left foot was twisted against the sheet, his left hand was tightly curled up by his side, and his lower body was in a mess.

Chen Tingbai was so painful that he shed tears, even after the end the tears didn't stop.