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Xu Shaohua was about to go crazy with anger, it took four days to tell him that he couldn't fix it, didn't this make him clear?I also blame myself for being stupid for trusting a disabled person.

In the past two days, he has talked with people who have stayed longer in the company openly and secretly, trying to get a little bit about the leader's son in his memory.

But it was as if his memory was wrong, no one could answer the boy in his memory.It's as if the leader didn't even have a son.

Xu Shaohua couldn't figure out why, even he himself suspected that he had made a mistake in his memory several times.

The next day, he rushed to the writing as soon as he got off work, wanting to vent his anger.

Chen Tingbai could also see that Xu Shaohua's complexion was not good, but he didn't panic, and calmly made a cup of tea for himself and Xu Shaohua.He slowly poured tea for Xu Shaohua with a purple clay pot, and said, "This tea is good, take a couple of sips first to moisten your throat, I'm afraid you will scold me dry after a while."

Anyway, put it on the shelf first, you can't still beat the disabled.

Xu Shaohua was not in the mood to drink tea at all, and it would be the Mid-Autumn Festival in two days, so I told him he couldn't fix it.

He was quite anxious in his heart, not only worried about whether the gift could be delivered smoothly, but also worried that he seemed to have no other skills.

He hurriedly complained to Chen Tingbai: "I said, boss, you look big to me, you are a handicapped... the handicapped can drive so big, it means that there are two brushes, you are afraid that I will go out Why don't you play with me for this little money?"

What Xu Shaohua originally wanted to say was disabled/disabled, but the useless was on his lips, so he swallowed it back abruptly.

Chen Tingbai raised his head to look at him, his expression slowly sank, his right hand holding the cup exerted strength, and his fingertips were already slightly white. "I told you when I picked it up, whether it can be repaired or not."

Seeing Xu Shaohua's mouth shape, he originally wanted to say disabled/disabled.

Xu Shaohua was still angry, his face turned pale for a while, the little boss had indeed said it, but... Forget it, Xu Shaohua couldn't say anything.

He bit it tightly, frowned, and scolded with staring eyes: "Hey, what kind of porcelain work do you have without diamonds? Do you know how important this calligraphy is to me!"

This man has already messed up his plan, so why can he still sit and drink tea calmly.He even felt that this was deception, and he had to take something from this gallery today.

"Do you really like this calligraphy so much?" Chen Tingbai asked this question suddenly, Xu Shaohua was taken aback for a while.

Is it that important whether you like it or not?

"Aren't you talking nonsense? If you don't like it, why should I ask you to repair and reinstall it?" I can only bite to death and say that I like it. I have to use this word to make a fuss today, otherwise where will the anger go?How to send this gift later?

Chen Tingbai's fingers circled around the teacup several times, not knowing what he was thinking.The tea was full just now, and when his fingertips dipped some inattentively, Chen Tingbai simply used the little tea on his fingertips to draw randomly on the chopping board, not knowing whether he was writing or drawing something.

Xu Shaohua was even more impatient, guessing that the paralyzed man in front of him might really be in trouble, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

Chen Tingbai hastily went around to pull him, but he was too impatient and fell off the wheelchair.He also brought down a few teacups on the tea table.

Ding Ling slammed and fell to pieces.

"Wait! I still have a solution." Anyway, he didn't feel the pain, Chen Tingbai didn't care about himself, he just wanted to call him back.

Xu Shaohua had already stepped out of the gate with half a foot. The movement behind him turned back again. Before turning around, he rolled his eyes. At this moment, the man was still slandering him.

However, the few good intentions in my heart told him that I still had to help the man up first.

In fact, Xu Shaohua's temper has changed a lot in the past two years, but today he really doesn't have the mood to maintain his self-cultivation, including now he said to Chen Tingbai with resentment: "No, brother, you still play at this time Me? If you can’t fix it, what else can you do?”

"Do you really really like it?" Chen Tingbai asked Xu Shaohua this question for the third time, and Xu Shaohua was confused every time he asked.

It's just a picture, is it that important whether you like it or not?

"I'll give you a picture." Chen Tingbai's voice was not loud, like a small stone thrown into the pond, "I know this person, I can ask him to write a picture, and I will pay for it to you."

I don't know if he didn't want Xu Shaohua to leave or if he couldn't sit still, he held onto Xu Shaohua tightly.

Xu Shaohua had never seen this kind of battle before, it was because it was in a shop, and it was on the main road, so he thought he was bullying the disabled.Even if he heard that Chen Tingbai was going to give him a picture, he couldn't be happy. The most important thing right now is to help this man up quickly.

"Oh, I said what are you doing, I didn't say you smashed the store, why did you still smash it, you smashed yourself."

Xu Shaohua wanted to say a joke to ease the atmosphere.Unexpectedly, Chen Tingbai got a slap in the face, and he immediately froze. He had already put one hand on Chen Tingbai's body. After thinking about it, he didn't know how to get Chen Tingbai up, so he could only ask him: " That... how can I help you into the wheelchair."

With this fall, Chen Tingbai's shoes fell off his feet, and the small blanket covering his legs also fell off. , Maybe there will be more embarrassing things that he doesn't know about. If Xu Shaohua is asked to help, it must be very embarrassing, and he doesn't want it.

Chen Tingbai waved his hand and said, "No, you don't know how to do it. Please call Hu Cong for me. Come and get it at this time tomorrow, and I promise to handle it for you."

The next day, Xu Shaowen got a beautifully framed scroll as expected.

It is Yan Zhenqing's "Music for Nephew", which is really a masterpiece.

It's just that the text in it reads obscure and sad, Xu Shaohua is still thinking in his heart, is it really okay to give this?But after thinking about it, literati like this kind of sour stuff.Maybe people just eat this set?

Xu Shaohua looked at the scroll in his hand with joy, Chen Tingbai took in his joy and asked him gently: "Do you like it?"

Xu Shaohua didn't have time to look at Chen Tingbai, staring at the picture he liked it so much, he replied with a smile: "I like it, I like it very much."

After hearing this, Chen Tingbai laughed, very happily.

Xu Shaohua politely said that he could pay the fee, but Chen Tingbai refused.

That night, Chen Tingbai kept sending Xu Shaohua to the intersection.

That night, Chen Tingbai said to Xu Shaohua, "Thank you for liking."

-

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xu Shaohua's appointment notice came down, and he was transferred to the second sales department. He took on a relatively large project that day, and he was in the limelight in the company for a while.

For the first time, he said that he invited his colleagues to have a drink after work.In the past, he had neither the money nor the qualifications to invite him, but now he wants to earn back his face.

A colleague said that there is a good space near the Academy of Art, let's go there at night, he still has some wine.

In the evening, a group of people rushed to Space.

While pushing cups and changing glasses, a female colleague saw a drum set on the stage and said that her hands were itchy and wanted to play.

When we were young on campus, who hadn’t played some musical instruments and heard a few rock songs, a female colleague said so, and several others also said that they hadn’t touched these things for a long time.

Several people went to ask the boss if they could go on stage and play for 2 minutes.The boss agreed.

Xu Shaohua's voice is very nice, but he would sing out of tune since he was a child. This kind of entertainment has never been his business. Occasionally going to KTV is an atmosphere group.

Naturally, I don't know that my colleague who may be silent or vigorous at ordinary times sings so beautifully.Not only does she sing well, but she also plays musical instruments very well.

On weekdays, it is hard to see that a group of people still have such a passionate side.

But Xu Shaohua's mind was not on his colleagues at all, his eyes were attracted by the patterns on the drum set.

He had clearly seen this pattern recently. To be precise, it was not a pattern, but a seal that had been magnified a lot.

——The east wind passes through the ears.

He was a little curious, isn't this a person?Isn't this a seal that only appears on calligraphy and painting?Why do these four words appear on the drum kit of a space?

He found the boss here and wanted to ask why.I can't explain why, but Xu Shaohua's curiosity at this moment is even stronger than when he was in the company asking about the leader's son two days ago.

The boss was very impressed with the owner of the drum kit. This boy was their living sign back then, and the shop was crowded with people who came to see him every night.He rolled his eyes twice, and said with a smile: "You mean playing drums? He used to be a calligraphy student in an art academy. He liked to play drums but it was too disturbing to the people, so he moved to my place. He had classes during the day and at night. Come play the drums."

Then he turned his head and said regretfully: "But now I guess I'm too busy after graduation. I haven't been here for many years, and I have kept the drum set. He was a good seed in the calligraphy academy at that time, and he may become a master now." .”

The boss thought about it carefully for a while. It seemed that he hadn't seen him for more than six years.

Xu Shaohua's thoughts drifted far away. In his imagination, this person named "Dongfeng Guoer" should be an old man. How could he be about the same age as him?

The boss patted him, brought him back to his thoughts, took out his mobile phone and asked him, "By the way, I still have a video of him playing drums, do you want to watch it?"

Xu Shaohua nodded in a daze. He watched the boss looking through the circle of friends, and his heart was pounding. He didn't know what to expect, and he was very afraid that he would really see the person he thought.

In the video, a young boy is playing drums on stage, and the lights are focused on him, illuminating his slightly longer dark blue hair.

This guy's clothes don't look like a polite calligrapher at all. He's dressed in cool and fashionable clothes. In the video, he bites his lower lip, swings his arms and beats the drum set loudly, and he can show off during the interludes Flip the stick back and forth between your fingertips.

Xu Shaohua was not calm anymore, how could this person be Dongfeng Guoer, or in other words, how could the emaciated owner of Zi Gallery who was sitting in a wheelchair be Dongfeng Guoer.

He obviously looks weak, he can't even lift his hands, how can he be a drummer?How could he be a calligrapher?

He thought of those two days, when that person asked him several times "Do you really like it?" He felt suffocated.

After the crowd dispersed that night, he went around to Zili and stood at the entrance of Zili for a long time, the gate was closed tightly and the lights were dark.

He took out his mobile phone and searched for a long time, found the phone number he hadn't saved, just dialed it and hung up again, not knowing what to say, as if he had no position or qualification to say anything.

-

What Xu Shaohua didn't know was that the calligraphy and paintings he sent out were now placed in front of Chen Tingbai.

Chen Tingbai couldn't figure out why he would go round and round and return to himself when he confirmed repeatedly that Xu Shaohua had said a word he liked very much.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was rare for him to go home early and planned to have a meal with his parents.

When I got home, my father was there, and the coffee table was full of congratulatory gifts from my subordinates.The most eye-catching thing is a scroll, and the sealing wax is written in the words.

He felt very puzzled, recently he hadn't received any letter saying that it was for gift giving.

Only the "Nephew Memorial Draft" he sent out.

His father said to him: "Look, Xiaobai, someone from my unit gave it to me today. I saw it was written by you, didn't I? Tsk tsk tsk, your handwriting was really good back then."

The rest of Chen Tingbai didn't hear a word, his ears were buzzing, his face was pale, and his body fell forward.

When he woke up, the Mid-Autumn Festival had passed, his father was beside his bed, and his mother was also there.

He said he was sleepy, and his father said that if he was sleepy, he should take a good rest, don't think too much, don't get excited, and have a good sleep.

Before his father walked out of the room, Chen Tingbai said: "Dad, if there is a good project, please take care of him. If he has a heart, he can still do what he likes."

Chen Tingbai lay lazily on the bed for two days, seldom eating anything, let alone taking care of the things in the book.In fact, he was fine, but he just didn't want to get up.When my parents asked, they just said that I was very sleepy and wanted to sleep more.

He was injured for six years, and he was like this most of the time in the first few years. He was not in the mood, not in the mood, and he just lay down when he was not recovering.His father had already gotten used to it, and he only told him to go to the hospital if he felt unwell, and told Hu Cong to be diligent in his hands and feet, and to help Chen Tingbai turn over after a while.

The mother couldn't get rid of her concern, so she made Chen Tingbai his favorite food in different ways, and persuaded him to get up and eat something softly.Although Chen Tingbai used to give people the impression that he was a careless person, he actually listened to his mother very much.

Finally got up under the good words of his mother, let Hu Cong help him take a bath, changed a set of clothes, he wanted to get up and sit for a while.

The scroll was still placed in front of the desk. He unfolded the scroll and stroked it back and forth with his right hand. There was a slight bump at the bottom of the scroll.

He reached for a small knife, carefully opened the scroll, and inside was a small note

——There is nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, so let’s talk about giving a sprig of spring.

He originally wanted to write a new picture for Xu Shaohua, but he wrote it for a long time that night, and the writing got worse and worse. At the end, his right hand was shaking badly, and the freshly dipped ink on the brush dropped onto the rice paper, and he quickly fainted Open, especially like a mouth laughing.

In the end, he had no choice but to take out the previous works, reframe them, and write this note and put it in the interlayer.

In the past, Chen Tingbai had no shortage of people to like, whether it was people or characters. Maybe it was too easy to get, so he didn't cherish it so much.On the contrary, if you stay in the dark for too long, you will cherish even a casually important sentence when you are seen again.

Writing this note is just to express my gratitude and joy.

It turned out that no one cared about what he offered with joy.

Immediately, Chen Tingbai said again, "Who would give a gift? It's so unlucky to give it. I'm also stupid. You don't understand at all. I really believe what you said that you like it."

The author has something to say:

This article was written before, and some sisters had read it before, but because it was the first time to actually write a novel, it was poorly written, so there was no follow-up.For a long time, someone asked Xiaobai, so I repaired and reissued it.So this article should be very short (I wrote 13 words at the time, even if I repaired it, it should be only [-] to [-]).I will fix it and post it as soon as possible. If you are interested, just take a look.

Some content about calligraphy in this article is private, don't take it seriously, please forgive me if you are an expert.

In addition, this article is about be. In fact, after reading the back, I think you should be the same as me, wishing for be, so I won’t spoil it here.

Finally, don't give me a reward for this article, and I won't join v, just read it after posting it.The old articles are so XXJ styled, I am not qualified to ask for a penny from the sisters.