In fact, in the trash can, there is a big gift left by Wu Liang to Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu.
To be exact, it should be said that it is a gift specially reserved for Zhao Zhengshu.
Wu Liang's identity is transcendent, and there are many bodyguards around him, in addition to 9527, there is also a "Dragon Protection Squad".
And Zhao Zhengshu rummaged through his trash can a few days ago, which had already attracted his attention.
And I also heard Zhou Mengmeng say that last time Zhao Zhengshu took out a sticky note paper from the trash can.
He hates it when people interfere with his real life, and he doesn't want to be paid too much attention to real people.
Therefore, Wu Liang also left a big gift for Zhao Zhengshu this time, and a spoof can be regarded as a warning.
Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu, the master and apprentice, squatted next to the trash can for about half an hour and turned over the trash can outside Wu Liang's house.
Half an hour later, the two of them got up.
"Master, your finger has been punctured by a needle, hurry up to the hospital to get some medicine and bandage it."
"It doesn't matter, it's okay, the point is that we dug up a new note in the trash."
"Haha, yes, Master, we have gained something this time."
"This harvest is not small, go back and study it quickly."
Song Qingyun and his apprentice Zhao Zhengshu quickly rushed back to the Calligraphy Association.
Simply so!
The two famous masters of the Huadu Calligraphy Association rummaged through the entire trash can for a sticky note paper!
No one will believe it!
When they returned to the Calligraphy Association, the master and apprentice, sitting facing each other, began to study the sticky note.
I saw that the sticky note paper read: "Dark stone mud bait, mud stone dark baba, dark banana mud butterfly low, mud banana dark bait." ” Song Qingyun wondered as he read.
"Official, this poem is written in a bit esoteric, I don't even know what it means."
Zhao Zhengshu also had a black eye, and he didn't understand what kind of poem this was.
Zhao Zhengshu also read it over and over again, thinking in his heart.
"Dark stone mud bait, mud stone dark baba, dark banana mud butterfly low, mud banana dark bait ......"
Suddenly, Zhao Zhengshu had a flash of inspiration and finally understood the meaning of this poem.
However, his face was a little embarrassed, and he didn't know how to tell Song Qingyun.
"What's wrong?
Is there something wrong?
Song Qingyun asked.
"That, Master, it's a bit of a big problem."
Zhao Zhengshu sneered.
"If you have anything to say, just say it, don't beat around the bush, say it quickly."
Song Qingyun didn't want to see Zhao Zhengshu sell Guanzi.
"Master, in fact, this poem should be read in homophony, there will be unexpected gains......"
Zhao Zhengshu felt like he had been teased.
"What?
Homophonic?
I'll read it.
Song Qingyun was confused.
"Don't be, Master, don't read it, I'll explain it to you."
Zhao Zhengshu continued to say embarrassedly.
However, at this time, it was too late, and Song Qingyun had already read it.
"I'm your son, you're my father, I'm calling you daddy, you're calling my son......"
In an instant, Song Qingyun's face turned green.
"This ......
What kind of poem is this?
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This is just nonsense!
” At this time, Song Qingyun was extremely embarrassed.
No wonder the apprentice didn't let him read it, it turned out to be a scolding poem.
However, Song Qingyun couldn't be sure that this poem was specially used to scold him.
But it is certain that whoever reads this poem will be scolded.
Therefore, it can only be said that Song Qingyun is looking for scolding by himself, after all, this sticky note paper was turned out by him on his own initiative to turn over other people's trash cans, and he is indeed looking for scolding.
At this time, Zhao Zhengshu realized that his master was in an embarrassing situation, so he said: "Master, let's not dwell on the meaning of the poem, just look at the handwriting, you see, it is a chic and free calligraphy, this time it is even better than what was written last time!"
” Song Qingyun also quickly adjusted his state, even if he was very unhappy, but he couldn't show it, he had to be as generous as possible to conform to the style of a famous calligrapher.
"Yes, the words written this time obviously have the charm of a book saint compared to the last time!
And this time there are more characters, and the glyphs have become more complicated, which provides us with more references. ” Song Qingyun found that this time there were some characters with more strokes, which made him realize that the other party was really profound, because the more strokes, the more he needed to consider the structure and layout of the characters.
Song Qingyun believes that the folk master can still write the seven-point charm of the sage Wang Xizhi when he treats the characters with more strokes, which shows that his and his apprentice's previous guesses are correct.
This note, in Song Qingyun's heart, is heavier than the last note, after all, the second note has more words, and the reference value is greater.
And Zhao Zhengshu's inner thoughts are the same as those of his master.
Too many words of praise and embellishment, Zhao Zhengshu will not say it.
Only "fluttering like a frightening dragon, graceful like a dragon" is the most appropriate way to describe these words.
"It's still a pity, if this is a calligraphy work made of a brush, even if you scold me two more sentences, it's worth it!"
Zhao Zhengshu was quickly relieved.
When he first understood the meaning of this homophonic poem, Zhao Zhengshu was actually very angry in his heart, but after thinking about it, this was completely self-inflicted, and he disturbed the other party's life, this kind of behavior is wrong and not worth advocating.
"Don't worry, the book, since he can write so well with a hard pen, then his brush words will definitely not be bad, this is not just a matter of beautiful and neat fonts, but what he reveals between the lines is a kind of charm, this kind of charm and the words of the book saint Wang Xizhi have seven points of god, That's where the shiniest and most special thing comes in. ” Song Qingyun was more convinced of his judgment through the handwriting on the sticky note this time.
There is no need to doubt the other party's level in the slightest.
At this time, Zhao Zhengshu said: "Master, that folk master must have noticed our behavior, otherwise he wouldn't have used this note to warn us." ” Song Qingyun said with a straight face: "It seems that we have indeed disturbed each other's clean life, and we deserve to be scolded, have we violated each other's privacy now?"
” Zhao Zhengshu said: "It shouldn't be so serious, but you should pay more attention to it next, don't go in broad daylight next time, look at the residence of the folk master, it should be a particularly rich and rich man, at this level, it is easy to hire a bodyguard." ” "I haven't even figured out the age of the other party, I still need to work hard, let's not talk about these things for now, take this sticky note to my colleagues and let them give some advice."
In fact, age is easy to figure out, but Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu don't believe that twenty-one years old can write good characters with the charm of the seven points of the book saint.
Subsequently, Song Qingyun and his apprentices, holding sticky notes, went to discuss with their colleagues in the Calligraphy Association.
The Huadu Calligraphy Association, which was originally peaceful, has become lively in recent days because of the sticky notes.
It can even be said that it is the first time since the establishment of the Calligraphy Association that more than 20 famous calligraphers have gathered together to appreciate and discuss together.