Fang Lao suddenly laughed and said, "Old Wang, you are getting thicker and thicker every year!"
The others breathed a sigh of relief and laughed too.
Sha Ge only dared to lower his head deeply, fearing that Mr. Fang would look at him again.
The house elder was too lazy to look at Sha Ge, and smiled and talked to Wu Wenmo and other people in the living room.
The atmosphere in the living room quickly eased. At nine o'clock, the house owner looked at the time, looked at Fang Tianfeng and said: "Xiao Fang, your two paintings are very good, I didn't read enough. It's already late at night, this party
It’s time to leave, so you can write me another piece of running script that you are good at as your final gift to me.”
Most people looked at Fang Tianfeng with envy. This was something that Fang Lao hated personally, and only two people here had this honor.
However, Wang Yuanze and Liu Qian, who knew the inside story, were shocked and looked at Fang Tianfeng nervously. The word "last" was unusual.
It is impossible for Fang Lao to forget Xiang Lao's death just because Fang Tianfeng wrote well.
Fang Tianfeng looked as usual and said with a smile: "Okay, then I will show my shame again and write a piece of running script. Will I go to your study?"
"The study is too small. I will ask someone to bring in pen and ink. You can write here." Fang Lao said.
"good."
Not long after, the pens, inks, paper and inkstones needed for writing were placed on the table in the living room.
The inkstone was the same one that Fang Tianfeng had chosen before. It was square and ordinary, not like a famous inkstone.
Fang Tianfeng spread out the paper and selected a brush with both wolf hair and rabbit hair.
Fang Tianfeng held the brush in hand, pondered for a moment, dipped it in thick ink, and said: "Mr. Fang loves calligraphy and history books, so I will boldly write a few sentences."
After speaking, Fang Tianfeng wrote running script on the rice paper like flowing clouds and flowing water.
The old people gathered in a circle, while other young people craned their necks to watch.
Soon, ten words appeared on the rice paper.
Travel in the sea of history with a cold eye, and discuss the ancients with an open mind.
After finishing writing, Tianfeng left the table and everyone took turns to watch it from the front.
The elder Fang looked at this calligraphy and was silent for a long time.
Sha Ge's teacher Shen Hou was the first to praise and said: "As graceful as a startling giant and graceful as a swimming dragon, he is worthy of being a young calligraphy sage. He has won the Samadhi of the calligraphy sage Wang Xizhi. He has reached the peak of layout and planning at a young age. Seriously.
A gifted genius. Xiao Fang’s running script is not as good as mine.”
Shen Hou felt bitter in his heart, but in order to preserve his image in front of Fang Lao, he had to say this, not to mention. After reading Fang Tianfeng's words, he felt extremely regretful. It would be great if Fang Tianfeng was his student.
Yang Yuegang nodded and said: "Compared with the painting 'Longevity and Longevity', these ten characters are obviously more mature. There is less imitation of calligraphy saints and more Xiaofang's own understanding. Especially the transitions between the strokes are more natural. I
I think this calligraphy is better, and this calligraphy better represents the Little Book Sage."
Many people in the living room were dissatisfied before, but now they were stunned when they saw these ten words of Fang Tianfeng. They never thought that Fang Tianfeng could write such good words. No matter how you look at it, there is a sense of perfection and completeness, even the words here
Only two or three calligraphy masters can reach this level, and they may not be able to write a few calligraphy works of this level in their lifetime.
Liu Qian originally thought that Wang Yuanze praised Fang Tianfeng because of his other identity, and thought that even if Fang Tianfeng's handwriting was beautiful, it would be limited. But when he saw Fang Tianfeng's calligraphy, he was immediately shocked.
Liu Qian started practicing calligraphy at the age of six. He was a real expert. He didn't care about so many people around him. He grabbed a corner of Fang Tianfeng's hand and whispered: "Master Fang, we have made a decision. I will take him with me tomorrow."
The best pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the house go to you. You must write a word for me. My four treasures of the study will be regarded as your writing fee. If you don’t write for me, I will squat in front of your house and never leave!
With your words, in a few hundred years, my family will be rich for ten generations!"
Many old people smiled, and at the same time had a vague feeling that hundreds of years later, among the people present, Fang Tianfeng might be the only one whose writing could be spread throughout the world, and become as famous as the calligraphy sage Wang Xizhi.
Wang Yuanze remained silent. He kept secretly observing Fang Lao with his peripheral vision.
After everyone finished praising them, Fang Lao nodded and said with a smile: "Good calligraphy, Lao Wang, you can help me frame it in a few days and I will hang it in the study."
"Yes." Wang Yuanze agreed.
Afterwards, Secretary Duan came out to see the guests off, and everyone left one after another.
After everyone left Fang's house, Mr. Fang came to the study with the calligraphy. After looking at it for a long time, he asked Secretary Duan: "Is there any evidence?"
"There is no evidence of Fang Tianfeng. All technical means have been used, and it cannot be proved that Fang Tianfeng committed the murder. However, the evidence that Xiang Zhili hired a murderer to kill is conclusive."
Fang Lao nodded and said: "Wait a minute, don't do anything until there is evidence. Look at the sea of history with a cold eye, and talk about the ancients with all fairness. Huh, this kid is really not a fuel-efficient lamp."
Secretary Duan said cautiously: "Do you want to put away that Fang Mo Yan?"
A sad look appeared on the old man's face and he said: "My father likes this square inkstone the most. It is square and unpretentious. It has been kept on his desk for many years. Someone has a discerning eye and used it to write good words that will be passed down through the ages without burying it.
, is a good thing. If you can write such words, you will not be a treacherous person."
Secretary Duan didn't say anything, he just couldn't figure it out. Master Fang was really so magical? He had never seen Fang's father's calligraphy, but his block letters had the character of Fang's father.
After the house owner finished speaking, he walked to the window and looked at the bright moon outside the window quietly.
Under the same bright moon, Fang Tianfeng, Qiao Ting and Nie Xiaoyao were driving towards home in a car.
Before getting on the bus, Wang Yuanze and Liu Qian didn't say much. They just gave a thumbs up at the same time. They not only admired Fang Tianfeng's words, but also admired the two sentences Fang Tianfeng chose, which were really just right.
After arriving home, Fang Tianfeng chatted with the distant female tenants on their mobile phones. Although they were scattered across the capital and Yunhai, they were very close to each other.
Early the next morning, An Tiantian called to report that she was safe, and then said that she slept with Mrs. Gao yesterday, went directly to the airport to work this morning, and came back for dinner in the evening.
After breakfast, Fang Tianfeng, Qiao Ting and Nie Xiaoyao sat in the living room.
When the doorbell rang, Fang Tianfeng went to open the door and saw Qian Yangbo standing at the door with a middle-aged man over fifty, both of them smiling.
Qian Yangbo immediately introduced: "Deputy Director Shi, this is Master Fang Tianfeng, Master Fang, this is Deputy Director Shi of CCTV."
Fang Tianfeng took the initiative to extend his right hand and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Shi."
Deputy Director Shi stretched out his hands to hold Fang Tianfeng's right hand and said, "Hello, Master Fang. I have long admired your name." His attitude was very sincere, as if he really admired Fang Tianfeng.
Fang Tianfeng didn't take it to heart. Deputy Director Shi obviously came here because of Qian Yangbo, but Qian Yangbo should have said something to him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have such a low profile.
Qian Yangbo said seriously: "Master Fang, your business is my business. No matter who they are, since they have taken away your friend's rightful place, as you said, we will take it back in front of them! I
I have spoken to Director Wang, so just go ahead and go."
Fang Tianfeng smiled and said, "Thank you Yang Bo."
"That's too polite of you to say. When should we leave?"
"Wait a minute." Fang Tianfeng turned around and called Qiao Ting and Nie Xiaoyao out, and then went to the hotel where the Dongjiang Ballet was staying with Qian Yangbo and Deputy Director Shi.
When they arrived at the hotel, Fang Tianfeng introduced Deputy Director Shi to Commander Zhong.
Captain Zhong met Deputy Director Shi. At that time, he was just the department director of CCTV, but even at that time Commander Zhong couldn't get along with him. But now, Deputy Director Shi has a higher level and is very enthusiastic about Commander Zhong.
It was difficult for Captain Zhong to adapt to it.
The members of the ballet troupe all stood behind Commander Zhong. They didn’t know as much as Commander Zhong, but they also knew that the deputy director of CCTV was out of reach for them. It was obvious that such a big shot was so enthusiastic about Commander Zhong.
Because Fang Tianfeng.
Many beauties in the ballet troupe couldn't help but look at Fang Tianfeng, their fiery eyes could almost melt everything.
Others looked at Qiao Ting, full of deep envy. Others hid jealousy or even hatred in their hearts, because now Qiao Ting was no longer someone they could provoke. Behind Qiao Ting, stood a man named Fang Tianfeng
man.
Qiao Ting subconsciously approached Fang Tianfeng. She was not worried that her man would be robbed, but she instinctively expressed her pride in this way and was proud that Fang Tianfeng was by her side, although she would never admit it.
Except for Su Shishi, no one cares about Fang Tianfeng more than Qiao Ting. The feelings of more than ten years have been integrated into her soul.
People from the ballet troupe took a rented bus to the rehearsal site of the CCTV Lantern Festival Gala. Director Zhong was sitting in Nie Xiaoyao's car, and Vice Director Shi's car was at the front.
Beijing is known as the first traffic jam, especially in the morning. Although the number of road closures due to leaders' travel has decreased in the past two years, traffic is still slow along the way.
It was already past ten o'clock when we arrived in front of the famous "Big Pants" building of CCTV.
Seeing the CCTV building, Captain Zhong sighed inwardly and said, "Xiao Fang, thank you. Ever since our spot for the party was snatched away, I feel very uncomfortable. Part of it is for myself, and part of it is for me."
I feel sorry for the people in the group because my personal enmity with others caused this to happen. Thank you. Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, I feel much better when I can see the CCTV building."
Fang Tianfeng smiled and said: "Aunt Zhong, please don't be like this. I should do something for you and for Qiao Ting. Qiao Ting actually doesn't care whether she goes to the party or not, but she cares about you."
Captain Zhong's eyes turned red and he was speechless while holding Qiao Ting's hand.
Qiao Ting also gently held Captain Zhong's hand, her eyes a little sad.
Fang Tianfeng said: "I made an agreement with Yang Bo to arrange for you to attend the Spring Festival Gala next year. If Qiao Ting wants to go, you have to arrange a solo dance for her."
Director Zhong said: "Of course I want Qiao Ting to dance solo. Without her, our Dongjiang Ballet will always fall behind."
Unexpectedly, Qiao Ting said: "I won't go to the Spring Festival Gala. Of course I will spend New Year's Eve at home."
"Okay, you have the final say. I understand your eagerness to celebrate the New Year with me." Fang Tianfeng said with a smile.
Qiao Ting glared at Fang Tianfeng, her cold and indifferent look was very charming.
Commander Zhong smiled and said, "That's right. Qiao Ting never seeks fame or fortune. It would be better to spend the New Year with you. It's time to go out."
The car stopped in the parking lot and everyone got out of the car one after another.
Fang Tianfeng and others were fine, but the girls who came to the CCTV building for the first time couldn't hide their happiness and looked around. Although many people didn't like CCTV's Spring Festival Gala this year or the annual meeting of Huayi Company, they
It is a joyful thing for a ballet dancer to be on CCTV.