The famous calligrapher, the heir and promoter of Wei Bei, is actually rummaging through the trash cans of Wu Liang's family!
He wore a cap on his head and rummaged down.
Zhao Zhengshu rummaged through the trash can, and muttered in his heart: "The soft grinding and hard bubble asked for the address from Zhou Mengmeng, and I don't know if Zhou Mengmeng lied to me, whether the address was given is right, I observed for a long time, and only saw a man and a woman living in this villa, and I didn't see it."
A master of calligraphy of his age. ” With doubts, Zhao Zhengshu kept rummaging through the trash can, trying to find some clues in the trash can.
Without confirming the right address, Zhao Zhengshu did not rush to visit.
He felt that no matter how good he was, he was also a master of calligraphy, and if he made a mistake, it would be embarrassing.
Moreover, since Zhou Mengmeng didn't want to reveal the other party's address at the beginning, it means that the other party doesn't like his life to be disturbed by outsiders.
That's why Zhao Zhengshu is so cautious.
While muttering in his heart, he rummaged through the trash can.
Zhao Zhengshu is like a plainclothes policeman who stalks the murderer, eager to find a trace in the garbage bag.
And just then, he found a sticky note with handwriting on it.
"Accompany you on Monday, Weiwei on Wednesday, and Rourou on Friday."
This line of words comes into view!
"Huh?
This......
This is the line......
Xingshu, Wang Xizhi's true handwriting?!
” Zhao Zhengshu's eyes immediately widened, and he was shocked beyond measure!
"No, the book saint Wang Xizhi also uses a gel pen?
The book saint Wang Xizhi will also have a relationship with three women at the same time?
I'm stupid, how can the book saint live until now, even if he picks up a girl, he is also a fairy in heaven. ” Zhao Zhengshu knew that he had thought too much just now, and it couldn't be Wang Xizhi at all, so he couldn't help but ridicule himself.
However, he still had great doubts.
On this gel pen, a line of words written impressively, the muscles and bones of its handwriting, definitely have the charm of the book saint Wang Xizhi!
Because Wu Liang has been inherited by the saint of calligraphy, so he writes in life, even if he does not use a brush, the font will have Wang Xizhi's style, and he writes quickly when he writes notes, which is naturally a calligraphy.
"Good word!
Although it is written with a gel pen, it still writes the kind of chic and free, elegantly floating in the clouds, and the pen is full of the charm of the book!
” Who would have thought that a famous contemporary calligrapher would squat in front of the trash can, pull out a sticky note paper from the trash can, and admire the words on it with relish!
"Good word!
Good word!
The more you look at it, the more you have charm, although you can see that it is written at will, but the muscles and bones have the style of the book of the book of the saint Wang Xi's trip!
” Zhao Zhengshu was still squatting in front of the trash can, admiring this sticky note paper, full of praise for it, and couldn't put it down.
At this moment, the uncle in charge of cleaning stood behind him and patted Zhao Zhengshu.
"What are you doing here, sir?
I want to work. ” "Sir, you're sneaky, you don't look like a good person."
In other words, whoever sees this scene will also think that Zhao Zhengshu has a problem.
Squatting next to the trash can in front of someone's house rummaging for something, and wearing a hat to disguise himself, is indeed very suspicious.
Zhao Zhengshu was immersed in that line of beautiful handwriting, entering a realm of selflessness.
"Haha, good words, good words!
Shocked, I must study hard when I go back!
Floating like clouds, like a dragon, rare!
Rare!
” Zhao Zhengshu smirked happily, like a stupid son of a landlord.
He completely ignored the cleaning staff and walked away with the sticky note in his hand.
Uncle Cleaning couldn't help but complain: "There's something wrong with this person, right?"
Probably there is a problem with intelligence, and he will smirk at a sticky note paper, and it is not a lottery!
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” When Zhao Zhengshu got this sticky note, he found a coffee shop near his home and sat down to admire it carefully.
"This line of books definitely has the charm of the book saint Wang Xizhi, I feel that it is very close, I didn't expect that this master not only writes Wei Bei well, but also writes more chic and free, like a stroke of genius!"
"I can basically determine the meaning of the words on this sticky note, but I am still very puzzled, the person who can write this good hand, must be profound, the age must be between fifty and sixty years old, is a senior who has more experience than me, but at such an old age, but three years apart Changing girlfriends five times, can your body afford it?
” "Okay, that's not the point, the point is that I have also observed that family, the villa is in and out, all are young men and women, and there are no people of the right age, can it be that the calligraphy master rarely goes out?"
Immediately, Zhao Zhengshu shook his head again and denied the idea in his heart.
"This sticky note paper,The meaning of the obvious expression is which girlfriend you need to accompany the week.,That's right.,That's the meaning.,Maybe the senior master is really old and strong.,Old and strong.,It seems that the senior is in good spirits!"
At this time, Zhao Zhengshu was also secretly happy.
He was glad that he didn't rush to visit, otherwise he would be very embarrassed to break into the life of his predecessors.
After all, he is a lot older, but he has three girlfriends around him, this kind of thing, I definitely don't want too many people to know, after all, it is a matter of privacy.
Zhao Zhengshu was in the coffee shop, and he sat all morning.
It wasn't until noon that Zhao Zhengshu carefully folded this sticky note paper and gently folded it into his pocket, for fear that the traces of the folded note paper would be too heavy and affect the viewing.
Subsequently, Zhao Zhengshu took this sticky note paper and went to find the master.
As he walked, he muttered in his heart.
"If Master sees this line of writing, he will definitely be amazed, and Master will definitely like it too!"
Zhao Zhengshu's master, Song Qingyun, is a famous calligrapher.
He is good at calligraphy, and has been studying calligraphy for 50 years, and has been studying since he was 20 years old, and must copy the book saint Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Collection Preface" every day, and is very obsessed with Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, just like Zhao Zhengshu treats Wei Bei.
Zhao Zhengshu came to Song Qingyun's office and met Song Qingyun.
At this time, Song Qingyun was copying the "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface", writing very seriously and fascinatingly, treating every word very carefully, and even trying to keep his breathing even.
In the past, when Zhao Zhengshu saw his master writing, he would never disturb him, but would just stand by and watch quietly.
But this time, he was so excited that he couldn't help but say, "Master, I have a surprise for you!"
” When Song Qingyun heard this, he was a little puzzled.
I just brought a surprise three days ago, and today there is a surprise?
What's happened to the lover lately?
"Zhengshu, what's the matter?
Have you finally written a better Wei monument work?
” Song Qingshu said, putting down the brush.
Next, he saw his beloved disciple Zhao Zhengshu and handed a note to his eyes.
Song Qingshu, who was in doubt, heard Zhao Zhengshu say, "Master, how is this line of words?"
” Song Qingyun raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in his heart What are the apprentices doing, except for the raw edge paper is sticky note paper, can't you have some serious calligraphy works on rice paper?
However, when Song Qingyun took it and glanced at it, he found that this is a sticky note paper, this is clearly the first line of books in the world!