As soon as Wen Chenruo left, the bedroom became quiet. Wen Chenxi had a quiet temperament, so he asked Xian'er to bring embroidery, and while threading the needle, he moved the brocade pier and sat at the table, and calmly said to Liu Chengfeng
: "If your husband feels bored, I will ask someone to go to the study to get some books for your husband to read."
Liu Chengfeng smiled and said, "Practice your calligraphy. I haven't touched a pen for several days, but I'm not used to it."
Xian'er brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and when he dipped in ink and picked up the pen again, Liu Chengfeng suddenly felt like he was in another world. In the past, he was reluctant to practice calligraphy. After all, pen and ink cost money. For someone like him who worked hard on food and clothing.
For poor scholars in China, practicing calligraphy is a luxury, so they usually take advantage of the opportunity to write family letters for others, and write whatever letters they want from others.
But today is different. We no longer have to write according to other people's wishes. Now I hold the pen and don't know how to write.
"What are you writing about?" Liu Chengfeng was stunned.
Wen Chenxi looked at him with a smile and said, "Husband, why haven't you started writing yet?"
Liu Chengfeng thought for a while, and simply wrote down the Four Books and Five Classics. The Four Books and Five Classics were all in the memory of the former bookworm Liu, and he was very familiar with them. Liu Chengfeng only thought for a moment before he started writing. The words on the rice paper were like dragons and snakes, one line after another.
The words fell to the ground in one breath, but it was the opening chapter of the Analects of Confucius, "Xue Er": Confucius said: "Learn and practice from time to time, it is not a pleasure..."
Liu Chengfeng writes with a clear eye. He used to be a clinic doctor and has enough patience. No matter whether he is standing or holding a pen, he is not sloppy. When he writes, he concentrates, and his clear eyes fall directly under the pen tip.
Gradually enter the state of selflessness.
In this era, there is little entertainment, so practicing calligraphy has gradually become Liu Chengfeng's hobby. Writing such words in one breath gives Liu Chengfeng a faint sense of accomplishment.
Wen Chenxi just watched quietly, and occasionally put down her embroidery to polish ink for Liu Chengfeng. When Liu Chengfeng finished writing a word, she couldn't help but pick it up and take a look, and said with a smile: "Why don't you call someone
Frame them and the husband's words will look somewhat like them."
Liu Chengfeng was ashamed and said, "It's better not to be embarrassed. We'll talk about it later when we really make progress."
Wen Chenxi responded with a smile, but carefully dried the ink stains, took a brocade box and collected them one by one.
After a while, fine beads of sweat began to appear on Liu Chengfeng's forehead. Wen Chenxi wiped his sweat while Liu Chengfeng was putting away his pen and said, "After I finish practicing my calligraphy, I'll go take a shower."
Bar."
Liu Chengfeng's mind was focused on the words, and he responded squeakingly. At this time, he suddenly had an idea, could he learn Dong Qichang's running calligraphy method and integrate Dong Qichang's style into his own calligraphy?
Dong Qichang was not yet born at this time, and his character was full of bad things in history. However, his calligraphy was the most accomplished in the entire Ming Dynasty, and he could be called the most outstanding master of running script. The characteristics of running script almost integrated the calligraphy of all the famous names in history.
Come together and create your own style.
Liu Chengfeng had observed Dong Qichang's calligraphy in his previous life, and he didn't care about it at that time. But now that he is proficient in calligraphy, when he recalls his calligraphy, he can't help but feel yearning for it.
But Liu Chengfeng quickly gave up this idea. It's not that he disdains piracy, it's just that his current level lacks some maturity. Only when his writing skills become more stable can he imitate and achieve better results.
Effect.
When Liu Chengfeng worked, he had a tendency to forget about food and sleep. It was okay if he couldn't write, but once he started writing, he couldn't stop it. Two hours later, his whole body was soaked with hot sweat. He raised his eyes.
At that time, I realized that the day was almost over. Wen Chenxi must have been physically unable to bear it, so he went to take a nap on the couch. The sun was setting outside, making the room much darker.
Liu Chengfeng put the pen back into the pen holder, stretched out, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. This era also has its advantages. There are few material temptations, and the biggest entertainment is probably visiting brothels. However, Liu Chengfeng kept guard.
A delicate and beautiful woman, she naturally has no intention of going to the land of fireworks, so she is now in a state of mind where she can devote herself to writing calligraphy.
After he had strengthened his muscles and bones, he walked to the couch and saw Wen Chenxi sleeping peacefully. He did not wake her up, but tucked him into bed. He went out to find Xian'er and asked Xian'er to light the lamp, while he was in a daze.
I read the running script just now, summarized my shortcomings, pondered for a moment, and seemed to have gained some insights.
At this moment, Xian'er came in from outside and said, "Uncle, please come to the study."
Liu Chengfeng put down the running script in his hand, raised his eyes and said, "Master?"
Seeing that Liu Chengfeng was confused, Xian'er smiled and said, "He is my uncle's father-in-law."
"Oh." Liu Chengfeng just remembered. In fact, even though they had been married for a few days, he had almost no impression of his father-in-law. In his mind, he was a dispensable person, and it seemed that his father-in-law was still interested in him.
A little hostile.
"What did he ask me to do at this time?" Liu Chengfeng was confused, then stood up and said, "Xian'er, please lead me the way."
Xian'er went to find a lantern and led Liu Chengfeng back and forth in the house. When he came to a lonely side room, he stopped and whispered: "Uncle, I am very fierce. You have to be more careful."
Liu Chengfeng smiled at her and said, "This mansion is so big and so dark. I didn't remember the way when I came here. You can wait outside and go back with me later."
Xian'er nodded.
Liu Chengfeng was not afraid of his father-in-law. After all, he had seen the wind and waves in two lifetimes. He took a breath, opened the door of the study and walked in openly. There was no Liu Chengfeng in this study.
The imagined luxury actually has a sense of simplicity, with nothing more than a bookshelf, a desk, and a lampstand.
Sitting behind the desk was Wen Zheng, whose face was like a stream of autumn water. Wen Zheng seemed to have been waiting for a long time. When he saw Liu Chengfeng coming in, he calmly put down the book in his hand and said with an indifferent attitude: "Sit down.
.”
Liu Chengfeng sat down as he was told and called him "Taishan". Wen Zheng reluctantly responded, not being enthusiastic, but trying to show that he was not very cold.
Wen Zheng took a look at Liu Chengfeng and saw that Liu Chengfeng was very generous, but he still felt uncomfortable in his heart. He thought to himself: He is really a nerd, he doesn't know how to be afraid, and he doesn't know how to advance or retreat.
However, Wen Zheng had something to call him after all. After pondering for a moment, he said, "What did you do while sitting at home today?"
Liu Chengfeng felt strange in his heart and thought: Does he even care about this kind of thing? This cheap father-in-law really came from the Jinyi Guards. Could he be trying to give me a blow?
Liu Chengfeng replied: "I just practiced some calligraphy at home."
Wen Zheng was even more displeased when he heard that Liu Chengfeng was writing leisurely at home. Wen Zheng was even more impressed by him as a bookworm. Although Wen Zheng was also proficient in writing, from his heart, he despised those scholars who talked eloquently, not to mention
For someone like Liu Chengfeng who has been dismissed from his job title, what’s the use of practicing calligraphy even if his job title is gone? Will he still go to the street to set up a calligraphy stall in the future?
Wen Zheng smiled reluctantly and said indifferently: "How can a man stay at home reading and writing all day long? The old lady asked me to find something for you to do. Seeing that you are bored, I simply arranged it for you.
I have an errand. Tomorrow morning, you will go to Qianhu Office in Inner West City to get your waist badge. From now on, you will work in the Beizhen Prefecture."
Liu Chengfeng couldn't help but be surprised. He didn't expect that nowadays it is still popular to marry a wife to arrange a job. This is much better than going to university to arrange a job in future generations.
If Liu Chengfeng was the old fool, he would probably never be willing to work in Jinyiwei. Scholars have a kind of mysophobia. Even if they lose their fame, they would not be willing to do such dirty things. But for Liu Chengfeng now
, but he doesn’t have much resistance. Now he is completely supported by the Wen family. Although he has good clothes and good food, he always feels a little uncomfortable in his heart. Now that he has the opportunity, why don’t he try it? He doesn’t ask for anything.
It is enough for princes, generals, and thousands of households to know that they all want to have a career in the future, be able to support their wives and children, and provide them with shelter from wind and rain without having to rely on others.
However... Liu Shusheng's future career is actually hiding in the corner at night, listening to people talk, having sex, or baring his teeth and sneering at people to extort money! Thinking of this, Liu Chengfeng suddenly felt ashamed.
Liu Chengfeng accepted it without even thinking about it. It was better to do something than sit around at home. If a man doesn't even have a career and relies on his wife's family to fill his stomach, he has no backbone. This opportunity,
Of course Liu Chengfeng must catch it.
Wen Zheng originally hoped that Liu Chengfeng would refuse to work in Jinyiwei. Seeing that Liu Chengfeng readily agreed, he had nothing to say. He just said: "After entering Jinyiwei, many things will be different. Jinyiwei has the rules of Jinyiwei. You
Just try to learn by yourself."
Liu Chengfeng said: "Chengfeng understands."
Wen Zheng's eyes were dark and indifferent, as if he wanted to see through this hopeless scholar. However, seeing that this guy seemed to be quite thick-skinned, and had a faint sense of powerlessness in not being able to see through Liu Chengfeng's intentions, Wen Zheng could only smile.
, said: "Okay, let's go to Dianmao at midnight tomorrow and go to bed early." He paused, his tone seemed a bit stern, and said: "Remember carefully, if you break the rules in the guardhouse, you will
No one can save you, so don’t think that anyone will support you.”
When Liu Chengfeng went out, he couldn't help but sigh. This father-in-law had such a strong prejudice against him, as if any more words he said to him were alms. Facing him, Liu Chengfeng felt uncomfortable all over.
At this time, the sky was completely dark, and Xian'er was still there, holding a lantern and waiting in a small pavilion in the distance. The wind was a bit cold at night. Xian'er held her hands and stamped her feet to breathe. When she saw Liu
When Chengfeng came out, he immediately brought a lantern over happily and said with a click of his tongue: "Uncle, I didn't scold you, did I?"
This little girl was very concerned about Liu Chengfeng. Liu Chengfeng smiled and said: "It's okay, let's go back." He said that, but Liu Chengfeng was still full of worries on the way back!