When he got up the next day, Zhong Yue was not going to watch Jin "Monk" write, so he had to buy paper, pen and ink first, otherwise it would be in vain after reading it. After a ride, he went to the county town and prepared to buy some paper, pen and ink that are necessary for practicing calligraphy. At his current level, he doesn't need good ink and ink, just use chemical ink directly.

After all, after giving my uncle two thousand yuan, there was not much money left in his pocket. Zhong Yue went to a stationery store in the county and asked, "Is there anyone selling rice paper and ink here?"

The boss looked up and glanced, "Okay, there is no place, I have to buy it at Shubaozhai in the city."

"No need to be too good, just ordinary ones." Zhong Yue smiled, his eyes swept to the bottom of the glass window, and saw what he wanted to buy.

The middle-aged bald boss put down the teapot in his hand and pointed to the bottom of the counter, "Here, Bai Xuan costs five yuan a stack, and felt paper costs three yuan a stack."

Zhong Yue thought about it and it was used for practice anyway, and all papers were the same, so he said, "Feel paper."

The boss sneered and thought to himself that he was poor and even calligraphy. It would be better to buy a few sausages to eat if you have money.

"Here."

The felt paper wrapped in plastic bags was thrown on the counter, and a burst of dust was raised. It was obviously a long-standing backlog of goods and could not be sold.

"Is this one bag?"

The bookstore owner who had just sat down smiled and said, "How much do you want?"

“Twenty stacks.”

"real?"

When Zhong Yue saw the bald boss, he smiled and said, "Is there any real or false?"

"There are only eleven stacks of felt paper. Since you really want to buy it, you can make up four pieces of money and nine stacks?"

It doesn't matter when Zhong Yue thought about it. In fact, this stack of paper is very small in size, at most one foot, and eight sheets are comparable to the four-foot rice paper. However, it doesn't matter if you use it for practice. It's much more convenient than just going to the city.

"Where is ink? Are there anyone selling ink here?"

The boss happily took out the ragged and dusty ink.

"Yi Dege, twenty-one bottles. This Cao Sugong is cheaper, only nine yuan. Oh, the quality of this ink is a little worse, so you don't recommend that you buy it."

Zhong Yue looked at the three inks on the counter. To be honest, Cao Sugong and Yidege are also considered to be the best-made ink brands in chemical ink. However, according to the way Jin "Monk" wrote, these 250 milliliters of ink will probably be finished in two days. The inferior ink that the bookstore owner does not recommend is very consistent with Zhong Yue's current situation. This large glass bottle has a total of 500 milliliters, which is very practical.

"Boss, what is the price of this bottle?"

"Um...three dollars."

Zhong Yue smiled, "I want it, bring three bottles."

The bald boss shook the long hair on one side into the middle and smiled bitterly: "To be honest, it is rare for you to buy cheap goods like you, little brother. Nowadays, who still writes calligraphy? Except for those calligraphy masters, they are just little dolls who are seven or eight years old. In your early twenties, it would be too late to practice calligraphy."

"Haha, I want to have a hobby, I want to have a hobby." Zhong Yue searched all the bad guys that had been accumulated in the bookstore for five or six years. In the end, the boss felt that he could chat, so he stuffed him a few ragged pig brushes, but it made Zhong Yue blush.

"Brother, come back in the future." The boss smiled and bounced the hundred-dollar bill he had put into his bag.

"Have you picked up money? Look, I'm happy."

"It's nothing. I sold the bad stuff from several years ago. I felt happy. I didn't know if the ink was smelly..."

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"Oh, isn't this our talented man Zhong? I'm lucky to be here in our small county town?"

Zhong Yue looked sideways and from the window slowly rolling down from a Volkswagen, a gangster with sunglasses placed the flower arm on the car door.

"Zhang Zichao?"

"Oh, it's really a lifelong honor for Mr. Zhang to remember." The car slowly approached. Zhong Yue looked at the car, and the woman sitting on the side turned her head away.

Zhang Zichao sneered: "Xiaoqian, what are you doing? Don't say hello when you see your old classmate?"

Ye Xiaoqian and Zhang Zichao were both classmates from Zhong Yue when he was in high school. It happened that Ye Xiaoqian wrote a love letter to him when he was in high school. At that time, Zhong Yue was still buried in his studies and had never thought about falling in love at all, so he directly rejected Ye Xiaoqian. In the next two years, Ye Xiaoqian invited him out to play several times, and birthday parties, etc., which were rejected by him.

However, Zhang Zichao never gave up on his pursuit of Ye Xiaoqian. However, he thought Zhang Zi was so rude and not so handsome as Zhong Yue, so he never agreed. Unexpectedly, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the cute girl was already sitting in the passenger seat of the gangster.

"It's been a long time since old classmates met. In this way, Zhong Dacaizi, I'll be the owner, let's go to the restaurant for a meal. Xiaoqian, what's wrong? What's the temper? Zhong Yue, don't you recognize him?"

"Haha, no need, I have something to do, let's get together another day." Zhong Yue felt the atmosphere in the car a little awkward, and quickly refused.

"Oh, in these bottles, Zhong Dacaizi is still leisurely and willing to practice calligraphy! He is so talented."

Zhong Yue heard the ridicule in Zhang Zichao's tone and was not angry, "It's okay, I just practice my skills when I have time. That's it, I'll leave first."

"No, where are you going, I'll send you there."

Zhong Yue turned around and left, "No need."

When Zhong Yue walked away, the car window slowly rose. Zhang Zichao smiled proudly and hugged the head of the beauty beside him, "What's wrong? Are you shy when you see the old lover?"

"Do I have a good time with him?"

Zhang Zichao held the steering wheel and sneered: "That's because he doesn't like you. Look at his virtue and practices calligraphy. He can be successful. My Zhang Zichao's name is reversed!"

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Zhong Yue bought some fruit and wanted to go to the county hospital to see his mother. To be honest, Zhong Yue hated Pan Yuefeng, who cruelly left his father and son, but as time passed, Zhong Yue, who is now adult, is still a little concerned about the only relative in the world, especially when he heard that his mother was sick and hospitalized.

"Hello, what bed Pan Yuefeng lives in?"

The nurse at the front desk looked through the bed records and shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, there is no one you are looking for here."

Zhong Yue frowned, "Why could it be that I was admitted to the hospital two days ago? Are you looking for it?"

The nurse looked over again.

“There is really no one you are looking for.”
Chapter completed!