Zhuang Bin and Meng Sen looked at Han Zifu with eager faces.
Han Zifu looked at the two of them with helplessness on his face.
These two old guys came over in the afternoon.
When he heard Jiang Xiaobai practicing writing in his study, he really couldn't drive away.
"Why don't you leave? You are really not welcome in my hotel!" Han Zifu said.
"Wow, Mr. Han, you are so shameless!" Zhuang Bin said.
"That's right, Xiaobai has written so many words, can he eat it?" Meng Sen's voice also asked.
"Okay, but let's make a deal first. Once we go in, we are not allowed to snatch what Xiaobai has written!" Han Zifu said helplessly.
"Hey, what are you thinking about? We are all old and have a very stable mentality!"
After hearing this, Zhuang Bin couldn't help stroking his beard with a smile on his face.
"That's right, isn't it just calligraphy? We haven't seen anything like it before, but we can see it clearly!"
Meng Sen’s voice also sounded.
"Oh well!"
Han Zifu couldn't resist the two of them, so he finally took out a key and opened the door.
Squeak...touch!
As soon as the door opened a crack, Zhuang Bin and Meng Sen exerted their strength at the same time.
The door opened directly under that force.
"My door!"
Han Zifu was startled, and soon he was dumbfounded.
Inside, the two people seemed to be cleaning the battlefield.
Madman picked up the paper from the table and the floor, read it, and stuffed it into his arms.
"Life is like a journey against the odds, am I also a traveler?"
"Wonderful!"
"This is just a matter of seconds. All things are created to nourish people, and people have no virtue to repay heaven!"
"Hey, this is mine, don't steal it."
"This is mine!"
"this……"
Han Zifu stood at the door with a helpless expression, but soon a smile appeared on his face.
Although the two of them are a little funny, it can be seen from this that they recognize Jiang Xiaobai's calligraphy.
Ten minutes later, the two of them arrived at the door holding more than a dozen pieces of rice paper.
"Hey, Mr. Han, since you don't welcome us, we'll leave first!"
"Yes, you are old and you are no longer a human being. Let's come and see you tomorrow and let the two of us teach you well!"
The two of them exchanged words with each other and finally left.
Very fast.
It felt like worrying that Han Zifu would snatch their copybooks.
Han Zifu smiled even more as he watched the two people leaving.
As everyone, there are things that are stable and things that are unstable.
A lifetime dedicated to calligraphy, a lifetime immersed in calligraphy.
Seeing that Jiang Xiaobai is so young and has such excellent calligraphy, it is inevitable to go crazy.
This is like being a football fan and seeing a player you like score a goal!
A basketball fan, seeing his favorite basketball player make a grand slam!
That is excitement, that is yearning, that is pursuit.
As people get older, maybe everything becomes dim.
But the interest is always there!
Come to the desk.
Han Zifu suddenly saw a copybook dropped in the corner next to him.
Zhuang Bin and Meng Sen probably didn't see it fall.
At that moment, Han Zifu picked it up and took a look, and something strange appeared.
There are flowers in spring, moon in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter.
If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world.
From this poem, he could tell that Jiang Xiaobai's mood was not restored.
Because it is written in official script.
Although neat and beautiful, it has a bit of solemnity.
After gently rolling it up, Han Zifu put it on his bookshelf, turned around and left, locking the door at the same time.
After dinner, Jiang Xiaobai returned to the study and was surprised when he saw a very clean table.
The waiter here is very good. When he went out to have a meal, all the words he wrote were taken away.
Very efficient.
After exhaling a breath, he was not in a hurry to write.
Instead, he took out his mobile phone and started the video for Su Jinyu and others.
Seeing the longing that could not be hidden between the brows of several people talking and laughing, Jiang Xiaobai felt indescribably touched in his heart.
He could never find the right state of mind.
Now in this state of mind, maybe you should start with the person you like.
After a long time, he hung up the video and closed his eyes. A smile appeared. He picked up the brush and wrote down a word. He tapped it on the table, stood up and left with satisfaction.
Half an hour later.
Han Zifu opened the door and walked in.
Looking at the word on the table, something strange emerged.
That's a word.
Is this the state of mind Jiang Xiaobai is looking for now?
Who do you miss?
Relatives?
friend?
Or a lover?
Han Zifu was thoughtful, finally looked at the word and put it away.
In fact, he expected Jiang Xiaobai to write more.
Unfortunately, only one word was left in the end.
But no matter what, the words are good words!
The meaning is extraordinary.
Very refined!
Can be framed.
Hanging in the study room.
But where to hang it?
For a while, Han Zifu couldn't help but patrol the surroundings again...
…
The next day comes.
On this day, Jiang Xiaobai didn't go anywhere, he just stayed in his room.
Simply eat and rest.
In the study, Zhuang Bin and Meng Sen were sitting there drinking tea.
"I said Mr. Han, where did you transfer Xiaobai to write?"
Zhuang Bin's voice sounded and he looked at Han Zifu.
"Yeah, you can't hide it, it's just a few handwritings, look at how you searched for them!"
Meng Sen said: "If you are really like this, we will have to preach to you!"
Han Zifu said helplessly: "Xiao Bai didn't come down today. He has been resting in the room. He must have found his mood!"
As soon as the words finished, both of them were surprised at the same time.
Just when he was about to ask something, there was a knock on the door.
After looking at it, Han Zifu got up and walked over. The door opened and a man walked in holding six scrolls.
"Mr. Han, this is your framed copybook!"
As the man spoke, he took out two of them and said, "This is the original, and the rest are rubbings!"
"Thanks for your hard work!"
After Han Zifu took the two original works, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then opened one of them, which was the tea sentence written by Jiang Xiaobai.
After being framed, it looks even more beautiful.
Zhuang Bin and Meng Sen looked envious.
In order to prevent the two from snatching it, Han Zifu quickly rolled it up, put it directly in the safe, and then took out another painting.
After opening it, there is only one word on it.
read.
Calligraphy using running script.
Located in the center, it looks exquisite.
"Good words!"
Zhuang Bin and Meng Sen admired at the same time.
Although there is only one word, the content makes people think.
"This is Xiaobai's state of mind. Let's see what kind of creation he will create tomorrow!"
Han Zifu took a deep breath and said, "To be honest, I'm looking forward to it!"
Zhuang Bin and Meng Sen listened and nodded equally.
Calligraphy, writing life.
There is no need to say much about Jiang Xiaobai’s handwriting. The next most important thing is the content.
The word ‘read’.
What kind of content can be written?
They are equally curious.
Tomorrow is the beginning of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and suddenly they feel like time has slowed down...