Mr Gingerbread

Chapter 59

Probably because they couldn't argue about anything just from the way they used the brush, the two of them pinched again based on the brush.

Mr. Han thinks that the writing brush should hang on the wrist, and big characters are bold and beautiful. Lu Ming, who was originally fine with big and small characters, was forced to blow out his rebellious mentality by his bragging. Today, he has to stick to small characters.

An old man and a young man were at a stalemate in the garden, citing allusions to each other without letting anyone else go.Mr. Han especially admired Huang Tingjian, how he spoke Huang Luzhi's characters so chicly, "The famous four scholars of the Su family came from Su Shi's school, but they can be called Su Huang together. This is the only one! The big characters hanging on the wrist are especially beautiful. Have you read "Valley Words"? The brushstrokes are strong and thin, open and close, gathering and dispersing to form a style of its own..."

Lu Ming said: "You said it yourself, you learned from Su Dongpo."

Old Han: "..."

Lu Ming continued to write small characters slowly, his face was covered under the mask and he could only see his half-drooped eyes, and he spoke slowly: "A teacher with one word is also a teacher."

Mr. Han thinks young people are really annoying now!

He couldn't say enough about Lu Ming, turned his head and looked at the writing brush in his hand, and said angrily, "What kind of writing brush is this? I've never seen such an ugly one! Throw it away, and I'll give you a box of good purple ink." Nothing!"

Lu Ming said: "No, this is one I forged. It's a bit ugly, but it's easy to use, so don't worry about it."

Hearing this, Mr. Han became a little interested, turned around twice, and finally asked him with a shy face, "Where did you imitate the pen from?"

"Tang pen, I went to visit when I went back to Japan. There is such a Tang pen in Zhengcangyuan, and it is still very complete. I thought it was very interesting, so I came back and thought about making one." Lu Ming saw him and the child As if refusing to leave, he kept staring at his hand, and showed him the pen openly, "There must be something that is not suitable, let's get used to it slowly, after all, it is something that has been lost."

Mr. Han took it over and looked at it carefully, and felt that it was much heavier than ordinary ones when it fell into his hand, and asked, "Is there a pen heart in it?"

Lu Ming nodded, and said softly, "The refill, the pen holder, the pen holder and the quilt. I also made a cap for it."

At first, Mr. Han was dissatisfied, but when the thing fell into his hands, he felt that such a Tang brush was quite cute. It was similar to the hard-tipped calligraphy brushes of today. A very complete pen after buckle.The pen cap was round and cute. He held it and looked at it for a while, but he was a little reluctant to return it.

Mr. Han looked at the nib of the nib, and said, "No wonder you pinch it with three fingers to write small characters. This size is also suitable."

Lu Ming nodded and said, "The pens are different, so the usage is naturally different."

Mr. Han was a bit reluctant to return the pen to others this time, and said, "Your pen is still interesting, that's it, you students still need to lay the foundation, always thinking about what those Jin and Tang ancient methods do, why don't I give you a pen?" Box... No, two boxes! I'll give you two boxes of good writing brushes, you follow your teacher to practice big characters first, this Tang pen is too early for you to use, how about..." He blushed, and couldn't tell if he could grab one from the junior As for the writing brush, he looked eagerly at the young student in front of him, hoping that he could understand it by himself.

Lu Ming understood, but he didn't let him at all. He stretched out his hand to beg for his pen, and his tone was still calm: "You can practice your big characters well. As for me, I'm tired of writing big characters, and now I like to write Small. This pen is just right, and there are changes in levels when written, please return it to me."

Mr. Han was a little embarrassed, and after returning it to him, he muttered: "What's the big deal, I'll go back and make ten!"

Lu Ming pursed his lips under the mask, looked at him with raised eyebrows, and said, "I actually have a Tang pen in my dormitory, but since you said so, I won't make a fool of myself."

Mr. Han froze there leaning on his crutches: "..."

Dean Sun heard them laughing at the last few sentences from a long distance away. The old and the young were fighting like kindergarten children. He walked over and asked, "Why, I hear you are already familiar with it, aren't you?" ?”

Old Mr. Han said: "Familiar, I can't be more familiar with him in the morning! This little classmate of yours is really amazing, you taught him?"

Dean Sun nodded and said: "No, my own student!" He turned to Mr. Han again, "There are activities in the afternoon, and I'm going to climb a mountain, so you can walk around, don't go so far away... ..."

Mr. Han nodded, pointed to the students in front of him and said, "Let Xiao Lu stay with me, he has a cold too, it's just right for the old, weak, sick and disabled to form a team."

Lu Ming looked at his teacher, saw his teacher nodded, and said, "Okay."

Mr. Han felt a little sad, feeling that this little classmate was not for him.

Dean Sun thought they were really familiar, but then thought that Lu Ming and Han Qiaoyu had been friends for many years, and they might also be familiar with Mr. Han, otherwise how could they strike up such a smooth conversation!So he didn't say much, and it was rare that Lu Ming caught the eyes of Mr. Han, let them continue to play, and went upstairs to the studio with a smile.

Dean Sun was right in thinking. Although Mr. Han had a bad relationship with Lu Ming, he loved to play with him, so he called him "Little Lu" after a long time.

When Lu Ming took care of his own father at home, he was almost the same as now. He was an old child. Don't be too easy, otherwise there will be a lot of things.Lu Ming was very polite and didn't say much. On the contrary, Mr. Han often surrounded him asking questions, probably because he saw that he had a good handwriting, and offered to see his paintings.

Lu Ming said: "I didn't bring the paintings, because the mountains and rivers of more than three feet are too big."

Mr. Han said: "In addition to the two small studios upstairs, there is also a big one, let alone three feet, no matter how big it is, it can be opened."

Lu Ming said honestly: "I didn't expect the conditions for sketching this time to be so good. In the past, I was in the mountains. I just brought a small notebook and wrote some random points. When I go back, I will draw larger ones."

Old Mr. Han choked for a moment, seeing the seriousness of the student in front of him, it was rare to feel sorry for him: "Next time, I will ask your dean to bring you here, what kind of conditions are there, there is a better one at the foot of Mount Tai that specializes in painting There are many antique shops nearby, I will take you there next time." He mentioned the names of several studios in a row, and said with a little pride, "I know the bosses of those studios well, wait for you When I'm free, I'll take you to see the sea of ​​clouds and keep your eyes open!"

Lu Ming is a native of Lu City. When he was a child, he used to climb Mount Tai for spring outings. He didn't have much reaction to what he said, only a flat "oh".

Mr. Han scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, but he couldn't tell why, maybe the student in front of him was full of arrogance, and he didn't have much reaction to everything being indifferent, so he especially wanted the kid to show a little surprised expression—— —It would be even better if he was admiring him while being amazed at the same time.

Thinking of this, Mr. Han didn't rush to leave, just watched him copying the copybook there.

After Lu Ming finished writing the last word, he took a breath to let the ink dry faster, and put it away when it was completely dry.Mr. Han stood there in a daze. The people he met before—not to mention young people, even some great calligraphers and painters who have been famous for a long time, they always want to show him and comment on it after finishing writing. ah!Why doesn't the young man in front of him have any intention of asking him to take a second look? !

Lu Ming really didn't have this idea. He came here mainly to relax and write quietly. Mr. Han is here, he writes, and when he is not here, he also writes his own mistakes. It is not because he changed his own. mean.

At noon, Lu Ming didn't eat with everyone. The reception staff at the villa said that someone had delivered something and asked Lu Ming to sign for it. Lu Ming hurried there and got a box. The things inside were not heavy, so he carried it back and opened it. At first glance, it was two bathrobes.Two dark blue and gray wide-sleeved bathrobes, one large and one small, both men's.Lu Ming made a gesture, he was wearing the slightly smaller one, and he didn't know what the big one was for. He looked through the message sent by the person who sent it, and there was nothing extra written on it except his name.

Lu Ming remembered that there seemed to be a hot spring for recuperation near the villa where he lived, but he was not interested in taking a bath. He just thought it was the bathrobe that Dean Sun gave to the teachers and put it aside.

He missed the meal time, and didn't bother to go out, so he called and asked for a bowl of noodle soup, just eat it.

After taking a nap at noon, in the afternoon, Mr. Han came to play chess with Lu Ming again.

There was no chess in the hotel, so Lu Ming brought a pair of oak ones and played a few games with Mr. Han.

Lu Ming won so fast, Han Lao hadn't even realized it, he was still holding the chess pieces, and he was sent to the army.

Old Han blinked, tentatively reaching out to grab the horse that fell down before, "Then what, I accidentally misplaced it just now, accidentally..."

Lu Ming said lightly: "A gentleman who doesn't regret playing chess is a real gentleman."

Old Han withdrew his hand resentfully, and lost another game after a while. The old man held the chess piece angrily and asked him: "Why don't you let me!"

Lu Ming put on a mask and said, "I do the same with my dad at home." The implication is that I won't even let my dad go, so why do I let you?

After losing four or five rounds in a row, Mr. Han finally couldn't hold back anymore and asked him: "Xiao Lu, you are so angry, is there something wrong with the young man's relationship, is it about his girlfriend?"

Lu Ming: "..."

Mr. Han felt that he had regained his strength, patted him on the shoulder, and said with relief: "It's okay, I'm also a person who has been here, try it out while you're young, don't settle down too early, the world is so big, it's thanks for making such a trip in vain! " Ask him again: "Is the object disobedient?"

Lu Ming thought for a while and said, "Yes."

Mr. Han immediately said: "A man, you should be tougher. Let me tell you, if you can't do it, divide it!"

"Where is there someone like you who comes up to persuade you to break up and not to persuade you to make peace?" Lu Ming was not happy, and dropped a chess piece on the vault to eat him, "We have been in love for several years, just a little conflict... "

Old Han smiled and said, "Look, you can't bear it if I just say a word? You can't bear it, why go, go back and talk to the girl, and coax her."

Lu Ming lazily said, "Let's see how he behaves."

Mr. Han nodded and said, "Yes, men should be like this! Let me tell you, Xiao Lu, a daughter-in-law must not be used to it. Look at me. If you don't set good rules when you get married, you will never be able to turn over for the rest of your life! You It's the same with talking about friends, if you do something wrong, it's good to let her reflect on it for two days!"

Lu Ming was silent for a while, and said: "It's not his problem alone, let me think about it."

Han Lao still has more ideas, and it is rare to find something that can mention Lu Ming, and he wants to chat a few more words and share a little life experience.But Lu Ming didn't want to talk any more. He glanced at the time. It was four o'clock in the afternoon when he had to practice calligraphy and painting, so he packed up the chessboard and said that he was going upstairs to the studio. Of course, Mr. Han followed him, helping him by the way. Bringing the small wooden box containing chess, Mr. Han glanced at it, but didn't take it seriously, but soon raised his head and stared at the small engraved characters on the small wooden box——Hongjian! !

Mr. Han's fingers trembled a little, his eyes lit up when he looked up, "You, are you Hung-chien?"

Lu Ming thought for a while, then nodded: "Use this when writing and drawing. You can just call me Xiao Lu." This is his commonly used inscription name, and there is nothing wrong with Mr. Han calling it either.

Mr. Han suppressed his excitement, holding the small wooden box felt a sense of ritual, and asked excitedly: "Have you been using this name for a long time?"

Lu Ming was a little strange, but he still said to him: "Yes, almost ten years."

ten years!

Mr. Han is very sure that the person in front of him is their administrator!Looking at Xiao Lu in front of him now, he just feels that he is outstanding in everything, especially good, with good writing skills and good ability. Even the appearance of his face covered by a mask is only mysterious and handsome. He has never felt like this for a moment. surprise!His second child told him to come to the administrator, but he must have never thought that he would find it in just one day!It's God's will!

Thinking about the conversation between the two in the morning, Mr. Han was completely unconvinced. In retrospect, he only felt that the other party was not arrogant, it was a manifestation of ability!Thinking of the other party's understatement that he forged a Tang brush, Mr. Han was even more proud - ah!How young and promising their administrators are, they are so talented!

Jin and Tang ancient methods, ancient methods, what can be wrong!

That's good!

At this moment, Mr. Han doesn't want the young people in front of him to worship him, he only wants to worship this person in front of him!who is this !This is the honest administrator of their forum! !

Lu Ming was a little terrified by his eyes. The old gentleman in front of him suddenly stared at him with bright eyes, and he felt a little uncomfortable. Seeing that he was holding the small box, he asked: "Mr. Is there something wrong with the box?"

Mr. Han instantly changed back to the appearance of a highly respected entrepreneur, put the small box on one side of the table and said, "There is no problem with it." He quickly said again, "But I have a problem."

Lu Ming packed up the chess pieces and asked strangely, "What?"

Old Han said solemnly and earnestly: "Then what, are you free tonight, can you show me the face and let me treat you to a meal?"

Lu Ming: "Huh?"