Song Qingyun, Zhao Zhengshu and others finally realized that it was not a way to always turn over the trash can.
After thinking about it, it is safer to get to know each other positively.
And the calligrapher's rummaging of trash cans for two sticky notes also made headlines.
As soon as this incident came out, it immediately aroused heated discussions among netizens.
It's new, it's a strange thing.
"It's amazing, in order to pursue art, I actually went to the trash can, and I am not afraid that I will not be able to create good works with this determination."
"It's the first time I've heard of such a strange thing, but the calligraphers are still very dedicated, much better than those calligraphers who write ugly books all day long and hold ugly book competitions."
"I feel a bit too much, anyway, you are also a member of the Calligraphy Association, an artist, a calligrapher, how can you grovel to rummage through the trash can?"
"I have heard of Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu, these two are contemporary masters, one is the first person in the calligraphy industry, and the other is the first person in the calligraphy industry Wei Bei, such characters have gone to the trash can, which shows the awesomeness of the master!"
"No wonder I can't be a calligrapher, it turns out that I don't like to rummage through trash cans!"
"Why are you all talking about the calligrapher who turns over the trash can, but you don't wonder about the owner of the trash can?
Someone who deserves to be a calligrapher like this must be a master!
” "I'm sure that the person who was turned over the trash can must be a sweeping monk-type character, who is hidden in the city, not a person in the rivers and lakes, but there has always been a legend of him in the rivers and lakes."
"Guess the identity of the other party, it must be an elderly folk calligraphy master, and he also has white hair, even his beard and eyebrows are white, and he holds a dust whisk and a seven-star sword."
"Good guy, you're not a calligraphy master, you're a Taishang Laojun!"
There is always a group of people who don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement and have a hot discussion on hot topics.
Anyway, it's impossible not to be lazy at work, and if you are not lazy, you won't increase your salary, so you can only secretly play with your mobile phone and pretend to be like this online.
In fact, most netizens don't know that the "folk calligraphy master" they call is Wu Liang, who was praised and degraded by them.
Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu took a lot of trouble and finally asked for Wu Liang's contact information from various channels.
Zhao Zhengshu took a deep breath and dialed Wu Liang's mobile phone number.
It was a deliberate decision.
Zhao Zhengshu didn't know if doing this would disturb the other party's life.
But he had to.
Because, in the past few days, when rummaging in the trash can outside the other party's house, I found that there seems to be only one nanny and aunt in the house, and there is no sign of anyone else's life.
After Zhao Zhengshu discussed with his master Song Qingyun, he decided that it would be better to take the initiative to contact him, mainly because he was worried that this folk master would suddenly disappear, and it would be a pity if he couldn't meet him in the future!
Finally, the other party connected to the phone.
"Who?"
Wu Liang had just fallen asleep when he was woken up by the ringtone of his mobile phone, and his mood was naturally not much better.
"Hello, are you the master of writing poems on sticky notes?"
Zhao Zhengshu asked.
Although Zhao Zhengshu was embarrassed at the mention of that homophonic poem, this did not affect his appreciation and obsession with handwriting in the slightest.
Wu Liang was confused, and he didn't quite know who the other party was and what the other party was going to do.
"Poetry?
Which poem, oh oh, remembered, I wrote it, what's wrong?
Wu Liang said, yawning.
When Zhao Zhengshu and Song Qingyun heard that they had found the main owner, they were very excited.
"Hello Master, are you free now?
Can I visit you?
Zhao Zhengshu's tone was already quite polite.
However, Wu Liangcai didn't care whether Zhao Zhengshu's tone was polite or not.
I was woken up as soon as I fell asleep, no matter what the other party's intentions were, in short, if you hurt my interests, I have the right to protest.
"Not yet, I'm sleeping."
Wu Liang is very direct, he doesn't like to beat around the bush.
Hearing this, Zhao Zhengshu raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in his heart that the master is not a master, his personality is so straightforward, and his speech is quite straightforward.
"Master, when will you wake up?"
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Zhao Zhengshu asked cautiously, for fear that it would arouse the other party's disgust.
"When I wake up, how do I know, can you sleep to predict when you will wake up?
Also, I'm not a master, I'm a loser!
” Wu Liang was still angry with getting up.
Actually, there is nothing wrong with Wu Liang's anger, after all, he was woken up as soon as he fell asleep, and then he was asked some nonsense about taking off his pants and farting. was choked by Wu Liang, and Zhao Zhengshu's face was a little ugly.
However, he also felt that what the other party said was very reasonable.
"The master is really temperamental, his words are not rough, can the master make an appointment with you when he wakes up?"
Zhao Zhengshu still had to speak to Wu Liang calmly, because he was begging the other party to do something, and admired Wu Liang's calligraphy.
"Yes, but I don't know when I'll wake up, or another day, right?"
Wu Liang really wanted to hang up the phone directly.
From Wu Liang's point of view, even if he hung up the phone directly, it would be no problem, after all, his rest time was disturbed, and he was not familiar with the other party.
And Zhao Zhengshu glanced at Song Qingyun and wanted to discuss.
The master and apprentice made brief eye contact, and then Song Qingyun made a gesture to Zhao Zhengshu.
"Master, don't change the day, we're willing to wait."
Zhao Zhengshu said.
It is better to choose a day than to hit the day, Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu feel that since they have been contacted today, they cannot easily let go of this opportunity.
"Okay, then you wait."
After Wu Liang finished speaking, he hung up the call decisively.
He needs to continue to make up for sleep, he was really tired a few days ago, but in fact, the loser is both technical work and physical work.
Today I need to have a good rest and wake up naturally.
Zhao Zhengshu just wanted to chat with Wu Liang a few more words, when he heard the sound of the other party hanging up the call.
"This master is too fast, and he hasn't had time to continue to talk a few more words."
Zhao Zhengshu was a little surprised.
At this time, a colleague from the calligraphy association next to him said: "I said Lao Zhao, is it reliable?"
This master has a big shelf!
Let us, the famous contemporary calligrapher, wait for him to wake up and visit again!
Zhao Zhengshu helplessly said, "Otherwise, Lao Li?
The master's level is one level higher than ours, he is indeed qualified to put on a shelf, and throughout the ages, those hidden masters have a more eccentric temperament, I should be patient, if I want to do something, I should pay the price, Let's keep waiting, and I believe that in the end we will be able to get our wish and be able to see the real calligraphy works of the master. ” Song Qingyun also nodded and said: "That's right, Zhengshu is right, I know that we are a little crazy to do this, and we were even poked in the backbone by our peers, but I believe we are worth it."
"That's it, Song Qingyun, Zhao Zhengshu and the others, waiting for a whole day!