It is clear

I don't know if this is a good answer, Xu Yan accidentally scratched the thin skin on the thumb joint, and it hurt a little, he released his hand with a "hiss", took a sip of water, and looked at Qu Xing calmly.

After a long time, Qu Xing finally moved, he got up and walked around behind the desk: "Let me see your handwriting."

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all ready-made, Xu Yan stood in front of the table for a long time, not knowing what to write.It's not that he's showing cowardice, it's just that he thinks too much: Needless to say, Qu Xing's handwork is also very poisonous, and he can't be clever when he writes tricky words, and if he really doesn't, he's really not nice.

Qu Xing also saw his hesitation, moistened the brush with ink, and forced it into his palm: "Write whatever you want, let me see."

It is a big script writing brush, the most common, most commonly used, and most frequently changed pen, very familiar with it.

Xu Yan's mind went blank, and he dropped the first word.This brush was on the verge of being obsolete, and the nib was a bit bald. He didn't notice it when he wrote the first stroke. Coupled with the stiffness of the pen, the first character was written with hands and feet, and the shape was too crowded.

The second character was better. He deliberately overcame the slightly bald nib, and the characters finally showed some vigor.

It's easy to say, these words are in his heart, he has written them countless times, and they are the words that Sun Jingfu participated in the competition that year.It's just that Sun Jingfu wrote Li, while Xu Yan wrote cursive.

After the friction with the unfamiliar hardware, the words behind became more and more fluent.He wrote comfortably, and the shape of the characters stretched out, which is much more chic than the previous characters.

When I wrote "It's still, spring will be halfway", the little quail Lu Tao'er beside me couldn't help but whispered "Okay".Especially the word "spring" is extremely reckless from top to bottom, but there are still muscles and bones guarding the word inside.

After the wildness caused by the comfort of writing, until the last few characters, the will is gradually replaced by the constraints of perennial calligraphy practice.

Compared with Lu Taosong's restraint when he was writing, even if Xu Yan mentioned his status as a "student in a major", the writing in his pen still did not follow the stereotypes.The shape is never the reason for restricting the characters. "Zeng Xu Lives Up to Yinghua's Wish" is written restrainedly, but also beautifully.

Xu Yan put the pen away, took a step back, and looked down at his handwriting.

Everyone who writes has such a time. When writing, he is in a mood, and when he finishes writing, he looks at it immediately and the mood will be different.

It was the ink that fell a few minutes ago, and Xu Yan remembered every gesture clearly, how this stroke was written, and why that stroke was so outstanding.He made room for Qu Xing and stood aside.

Since moving to Buenos Aires, Qu Xing himself has gotten closer to calligraphy, but naturally distanced himself from the calligraphy circle and other people who write calligraphy.He hadn't seen a young calligraphy learner like Xu Yan for a long time, and he unconsciously became more careful when reading.

Xu Yan's handwriting is very beautiful, and the threshold for cursive writing to be beautiful in the worldly sense is not high. What's rare is that his handwriting is not empty but beautiful.

Many writers will fall into the maze, read too many posts and write too many characters, and the characters under their hands will inevitably shrink because they have seen famous artists.There is also a situation where the writing is too similar to that of a famous artist, and the stereotyped image really has no soul.

Qu Xing's hand compared it on the wet straw paper, he was very accurate, he paused a few times precisely at the place where Xu Yan's mood and strokes changed, he turned his head and said: "Your handwriting is different from your father's. "

"Yes." Xu Yan said, "He...he didn't teach me himself. The enlightenment was Teacher Ma Kunchi."

It is impossible for Qu Xing to know the unknown calligraphy teacher of Sanmi, so he nodded casually: "You father and son are really interesting. Back then, I heard that your father had one of the best scribes, so I went to see him. He didn't want to write for me, so I left empty-handed." Return. After a few months, he came to the door by himself again, and he wanted to show me a new word, which is the word you wrote."

"The words can almost be said to jump out, not to mention the calm atmosphere, but the aura can be seen in the details."

Realizing that the words Qu Xing said were the first version written by his father before participating in the competition, Xu Yan held his breath: "And then?"

"I want to collect it, but he thinks it's not perfect, so he doesn't want to keep it. We fought for several days, and each made concessions. He signed the writing, and I left the date—the writing is indeed ruined." Seeing Xu Yan suddenly Disappointed, Qu Xing said again, "I took a photo, and there is also a scanned version."

I can't say what it feels like, Xu Yan understood it, but he seemed to be too clear and was in a daze.He took a step back, his feet went limp, and he held on to the table so he didn't fall in embarrassment: "You...you have...you mean, the writing is still there?"

"I forgot to ask, who told you to come to me." Qu Xing found the folder marked "Sun" in the file cabinet behind him, and dumped all the materials in it on the table, "This is my place." Yes, all the information about your father, if I haven't lost anything, the words are there."

Before coming, even before entering this door, Xu Yan kept saying it lightly. If there were such words, he would fire cannons for three days to celebrate.But now, the words are right in front of his eyes, but he doesn't even have the courage to turn them over.

He grabbed Lu Taosong's clothes, and his voice trembled violently: "Master, brother, look for me, look for it."

Lu Taosong responded briskly, blocking his sight behind him, and his subordinates spread out the materials very quickly, almost seeing the words at a glance.He was also excited, cursed, and pulled the photo out of the pile of papers: "April 2007, before the game, right? That's right?"

"The picture of the game was rewritten in August." Xu Yan squeezed to the table, not daring to snatch the photo, and leaned his head to look at it, "Is it April? Did you see it clearly?"

"It was April, and Zhang Fuen's writing was written in July, which is earlier than him." Lu Taosong has an informal personality, so he didn't care whether Qu Xing was on the side, and scolded him directly: "That old bastard! I knew that even burning incense in their ancestral graves wouldn’t be able to make up a monk’s head, trash! I’m really...*! No way, book a plane ticket! Change it! I’ll go back and fuck my mother!”

He chattered a lot, but Xu Yan didn't listen to a word.He stared at the words in the photo, and after reading every familiar word, he turned to the back to look at the date of the photo. He had read all of them without any problem, but he was still not at ease: "The one that measures the age of cultural relics, the carbon 14 or what, if he refuses to admit it, can carbon 14 be measured accurately?"

Qu Xing watched the two young people express their excitement in different ways, and leisurely sipped tea: "If you reimburse me for the in-flight wine and meals, he won't accept it, and I'll personally beat him with a big ear scraper."

Xu Yan pursed his lips and gave a small, happy smile: "You can't hit people either."

I know this is Sun Jinghu's son, but the father and son really don't look alike.Sun Jinghu is not gentle, people prefer to use the word enthusiastic to describe him, he will always do whatever he thinks of, and he has the courage to cut through the mess quickly in everything he does.

Xu Yan was a little "floating", unlike being on the ground.It's not in a bad way, it's simply that he can't be described with a single word, which makes it impossible for people to guess.

"Why is your surname Xu?" After the dust settled, Qu Xing had a homely thought, "Has your father married yet?"

"Ah? No." Xu Yan put the photo in a safe place, "My grandfather's family has never liked my mother very much. When I was born, my father deliberately gave me the surname Xu in order to fight against his father. Originally, I planned to reunite Those who want a child... just don't have time."

"Sun Yan is not as nice as Xu Yan." Qu Xing leisurely beat his legs, "Then what does your mother do?"

"I first painted Chinese paintings, but later I felt that I had no talent, so I became a teacher." After Xu Yan finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, and he waved his hand, "I didn't mean that teachers are not talented enough, she just likes it. Child."

"Oh...then do you have any further plans?"

The topic changed too quickly, and Xu Yan was still thinking about whether he should be asked about his grandparents in the next step. He subconsciously replied in a daze: "Yes, I am looking for a relationship to participate in a solo exhibition."

Qu Xing was amused by his bluntness, and blew on the floating tea: "Then do you like my relationship?"

Before Xu Yan could respond, Lu Taosong said "ah" loudly: "Young brother is amazing! Yes!"

Xu Yan: "Huh? You want to recommend me?"

"Almost, there is an exhibition in China looking for me recently, I am too lazy to go out again, I can send my younger brother there." Qu Xing put on a big boss posture, "I get the money and you do the work. You can hang me The name, Wangnianjia, mysterious friend, young child and so on are all fine, how about it?"

Two things that have been thought about for many years unexpectedly came with good news one by one. Xu Yan was even more confused, but he was not stupid. He nodded quickly: "What work did I come up with?"

"It is estimated that there will be three pictures, basically all of which are critical. If you choose well, I can give you palm eyes."

"I feel like a pie has fallen from the sky." Xu Yan murmured, "Why are you?"

Qu Xing is a dog-tempered person, and he relies on his mysterious and mysterious eyes to communicate with people.He really fell in love with someone, but he was still unwilling to say it directly. He replied: "To be honest, I borrowed 20 yuan from your father back then, but I never paid it back, so I will pay you back the money."

"Ah?" Xu Yan said, "Are you talking nonsense?"

"I'm so bored." Qu Xing waved away people, "Make room, come back in the afternoon, I'll practice calligraphy for a while."

Xu Yan and Lu Taosong obediently and gently closed the door, stood in the dilapidated corridor and stared at each other for a long time.

Lu Taosong: "Hey, my God, that's Qu Xing. Not only did we meet Qu Xing just now, but he wants to make friends with us?"

Xu Yan: "He's talking about me, you just stood there in a daze. Oh, and urinated three times."

In the joy that exceeded expectations, Lu Taosong chased and beat Xu Yan downstairs like a big fool.He still remembered to fire a cannon. A few days ago, he went shopping and bought a fart artifact, which could make a fart sound when he pinched it. On special occasions, he used farts instead of cannons and pinched Xu Yan all the way.

Xu Yan was also happy, and even now he didn't come down from the cloud of happiness, and smiled in a dazed way, smiling at every passerby.After walking through several intersections, his sanity finally returned, and he excitedly wanted to announce the good news to Tan Yu.

Fortunately, he didn't forget to calculate the time difference before sending the message. It was still midnight in Sanmi, which almost made Tan Yu sleep.

Xu Yan patted his chest, and finally grabbed all the active souls and let them return to their positions.He implicitly made up the message several times, and finally chose the shortest one and sent it over: things are done, there are surprises, and I want to see you.

Tan Yu didn't sleep, when he heard the phone ringing, he could only see a faint light, and he groped to get the phone.

Because it was night, I couldn't see his eyes clearly.But earlier, when Mei Zi received the call and rushed over, the brilliance in Tan Yu's eyes almost disappeared.Knowing that someone is coming, he can only listen to the sound of footsteps to discern where his friend is.

The doctor's diagnosis was that the long-term severe headache affected vision, not permanent vision damage, but closer to the instinctive stress response of human beings, and recovery was fatal.

It's not a pure loss of vision, Tan Yu can still see blurred outlines and light and shadows clearly, but it is obviously impossible to see the words on the phone screen clearly.He wasn't used to it, and subconsciously raised his phone in the middle of the night, only then did he realize his powerlessness.

Mei Zi, who was beside him, was more awake than him, snatched the phone, checked his WeChat account for him, and asked calmly, "I want to see you, tell me about your current situation, can we still see you?"