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For Su Jingmo, the world after a thousand years is very new, with bright nights, fast cars, towering buildings, women's unrestrained clothes...

The rapid increase of people proves the stability and prosperity of this era. The streets are wider and more crowded than a thousand years ago, and life is more colorful and busier than a thousand years ago.

Everything is very strange but also very unfamiliar, strange but familiar, occasionally curved eaves, red walls and black tiles appear between high-rise buildings, which are the 'historical and cultural relics' that are respected by the world today; crowded One or two men and women dressed in Han Dynasty costumes may encounter one or two men and women in the subway cars of the city; in the streets and alleys of the city, there will still be people sitting in the pavilion and talking about the past and the present.

This is a different era, and this is the era after a thousand years. In this era, everyone can read, but "culture" has become a very precious thing.

For example, the one built in front of you is the calligraphy exhibition stand of cultural celebrities of this era.

Su Jingmo was very interested and wondered what kind of characters the so-called "calligraphy masters" could write in a society where only hard pens were used and in this noisy age.

The small square was crowded, and although it was morning, many people gathered around the stands.

Looking at the exhibits on display casually, looking at the 'masterpiece' of the dragon flying and phoenix dance in front of him, Su Jingmo couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"This gentleman seems to have some ideas about the word?"

The voice coming from beside him caused Su Jingmo to look sideways slightly. He squinted at the middle-aged man beside him. Su Jingmo's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and he said with a smile: "I just think this mounting craft is really beautiful."

Beautiful framing craftsmanship? The middle-aged man was stunned for a while, but he understood the implication in an instant. This mounting process couldn't be simpler. The young people in front of them only praised the craftsmanship and not the calligraphy. That is to say, the word is so ugly that the most ordinary mounting craftsmanship is beautifully set off.

"This..." The middle-aged man who had an epiphany reluctantly shook his head and smiled and said, "Young man, you know that this word is a masterpiece among these exhibits. It is the work of the master 'Fang Heyuan'."

"Master?" Su Jingmo sneered: "The one who wrote this word can also be called 'Master', the position of the master in this world has been so low?"

After that, Su Jingmo looked meaningfully at the man beside him.

Su Jingmo's disdain made the middle-aged man a little embarrassed, and he couldn't help but say: "The young man seems to have a deep understanding of calligraphy, and he must be able to write well." The man pointed to the center of the stand, "There You can write on the spot, why not show it?"

Turning around to look at the man in front of him, Su Jingmo's peach eyes smiled even deeper.

"my pleasure."

Su Jingmo's appearance is very eye-catching, coupled with his innate bearing, he walked to the desk and glanced at the crowded crowd in front of him, making the already noisy square quiet.

Picking up the pen, dipping the ink, one stroke down, like a dragon flying around the universe, the strokes are magnificent, and the posture is full of life. Everyone around them applauded.

Zhang Buqing never thought that he could see such a proud brushstroke in this small booth. The person holding the pen, with one hand behind him, the pen in his hand is arrogant and domineering, like a sword breaking, without any restraint, even the whole line Writing down, it looks like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea in a dashing manner.

Then look at its characters, its color and shape, its shades of dryness and dampness, its broken and continuous tossing and turning, all of which are infinitely variable.

Humanity is: the words are like the people, the writing is clear and the ink is beautiful and the deep thinking is deep, the founder is unbiased and the gentry is sure to be gentle; And the writing in front of him is unrestrained and unrestrained, the writing is dragon and snake, and the calligraphy is good, which is breathtaking... In comparison, the words of his apprentice Fang Heyuan next to him can only be seen.

Such a good word came from such a young man?

Looking carefully at the young man who signed the letter and put the pen in front of him, Zhang Buqing couldn't help but tremble when he saw this person's brows and eyes, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity made Zhang Buqing ask, "Who did you learn this good handwriting from, little brother?"

Hearing the sound, looking up, the gray-haired old man in front of the desk smiled kindly, Su Jingmo put down the pen in his hand and smiled and replied, "There are a few masters, but they are not well known."

Su Jingmo's words are really not true. His grand masters who teach knowledge are naturally the top talents of Daxu, but the names of those people are unknown to people in this world. talk.

The way and intonation of Su Jingmo's speech made Zhang Buqing's sense of familiarity a little deeper, and he couldn't help but scrutinize the person in front of him.

Tall and handsome, wearing nothing but a simple shirt, but he has an extraordinary bearing. He speaks slowly and slowly, his eyebrows and eyes are curved and his smile makes people feel like a spring breeze, but if you look closely, you can see the alienation and deepness in the eyes, as if Knowing everything, seeing through all the thoughts in your heart, that is the attitude of those who have been in high positions for a long time.

Zhang Buqing felt that he had seen this look, but he clearly knew that in the past sixty-four years, he had never seen this person, so where did the familiarity in his heart come from? Looking at this word, this person, he became more and more emotional and lost. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

The old gentleman's soul was unrelenting, and Su Jingmo naturally glanced at the bottom of his eyes, and suddenly his heart moved, Su Jingmo restrained his smile, and cupped his hands at the old man in front of him, "Under Su Jingmo, dare to ask Mr. your surname."

"Oh," Zhang Buqing hurriedly said, "Your surname is Zhang, the bow is long, and the name is Buqing. The 'Buqing' is a hundred steps and 10% off the air. Is the little brother surnamed Su? This surname is rare."

"It's rare." His expression remained unmoved.

Looking at the old man in front of him, his hair was gray, and he was afraid that he had passed his ear.

Is your surname Zhang...

His eyes moved slightly, and Su Jingmo smiled and said, "I see that Mr. has ink dots on the corner of his clothes. He should be someone who often writes. I wonder if I am lucky enough to see Mr. calligraphy?"

Seeing Zhang Buqing nodding, Su Jingmo took two steps back and gave up his position to the old gentleman.

The pen paused for a while, and then words were written on the off-white rice paper. The movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water. The fonts were vigorous and powerful.

After Zhang Buqing put down his pen, Su Jingmo handed over his hand and said, "This word is really as tough and powerful as Mr.

"After practicing for decades, this is the only handwriting I can handle." Laughing loudly, Zhang Buqing looked at Su Jingmo and said, "Little brother, you can write so well at such a young age, it is even more amazing. ."

Su Jingmo smiled and shook his head, "It's just that I used this brush to write since I was a child. I haven't touched a hard pen before."

"It's always been a brush to write?" Zhang Buqing asked in surprise: "How is this possible? In school..."

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. Nodding apologetically to Su Jingmo, Zhang Buqing left the noisy crowd to answer the phone, and when he came back two minutes later, he explained something to Fang Heyuan beside him, turned around and said to Su Jingmo, "I just When I came from Beijing, my friends from Xi’an invited me to have lunch, Xiao Su, you see it’s already noon now, I think it’s really good for you, why don’t you go to have a light meal with me?”

Afraid of Su Jingmo's rejection, Zhang Buqing added: "The people who eat together are all calligraphy and painting lovers, so we can exchange calligraphy experience together."

Xiao Su? This title made Su Jingmo's brows slightly raised, looking at Zhang Buqing in front of him, Su Jingmo nodded after thinking about it, "Then it's annoying."

When I got to the restaurant, as Zhang Buqing said, all the people here are calligraphy madmen, very obsessed with calligraphy, and even more curious about him Su Jingmo.

"Jing Mo has never used a hard pen before? What about the exam?"

"The family asked for a private tutor."

"Private education?!" An elderly woman beside her exclaimed in surprise, "Is there still such a family these days? Are you still learning traditional Chinese characters?"

"No wonder he wrote such a good hand."

"It's just that I haven't received an orthodox national education, so how should I live? You must know that in this era, certificates are all about."

"What's the matter? With his good handwriting and the knowledge of learning to be rich, he can't survive? There are so many ways to make money in this era..."

You talked to me and talked about how to survive without a diploma in the world, but you didn't ask Su Jingmo any more. Su Jingmo was so happy and relaxed and chatted with Zhang Buqing next to him.

"Sir is from Beijing?"

"I live in Beijing now, but my ancestral home is Anhui."

Anhui, thinking of the current map, that is the area of ​​Jiangzhou.

"Anhui is a good place, and it is easy to produce talented people. Judging from his appearance, he should be of a scholarly family, and his ancestors should be officials."

"Hahaha, that's true. The average family in contemporary society no longer pays attention to family genealogy, but our Anhui Zhang family attaches great importance to it.

"A thousand years?" Su Jingmo smiled and lowered his eyes, "It just so happens that my family is an archaeologist, and I once heard him say that more than a thousand years ago, Jiangzhou... oh, that is, in Anhui. In the Zhang family, there is an academician of the Hanlin Academy of the dynasty, with the name Jing and the word Xinmiao."

"Zhang Jing..." Zhang Buqing paused, "I can't remember the name, but there is a legend in the family that the Zhang family once had a high-ranking official with a bachelor's degree. , that sideline was destroyed. But ah, this is just a legend, it should be fake."

"Fake? Why are you so sure."

"Hey, young man, when you look at the history of more than a thousand years, which dynasty had a scholar from the Hanlin Academy named Zhang Jing? What else could this legend be false?" Zhang Jing from the Hanlin Academy."

Su Jingmo looked at Zhang Buqing beside him, and did not continue the topic.

After that, Su Jingmo exchanged calligraphy with several seniors for half a day. When he received a call from Tan Cheng, he realized that it was already dark, and he declined Zhang Buqing's dinner invitation and went home.

Before Su Jingmo took out the key in his pocket, the door was opened by Qin Cheng. After bringing him into the house and changing his shoes, he turned around and held his cold hands in his arms.

"I knew it was you when I heard footsteps outside the door. Why did you come back so late today?"

The warm yellow light was on, which made Qin Cheng in front of him very gentle. The heater was on in the room, and there was a rumbling sound from the kitchen. After a sniff, it was the smell of pork ribs soup.

Looking at Qin Cheng, who was holding his hand and exhaling gently, Su Jingmo's peach blossom eyes were upturned, making people's mind rippling, "I met a good friend I haven't seen for many years today."

After saying this, Su Jingmo felt even more happy when he saw Tan Cheng's dazed look of confusion.

"Today I met a person, and I felt familiar at first sight. After careful observation, I was sure that he was the reincarnation of my friend Zhang Jing a thousand years ago, just like I was sure that Qu Zhiwen was Su Jingyan. It's the same." Leaning over and kissing the corner of Qin Cheng's lips, Su Jingmo smiled and said, "It may be that the ghost has been acting for a long time, and even if it survives, the perception of the ghost still exists faintly."

"Then he..."

"Of course he doesn't know me. It's just that I never thought I'd see him again." Leaning in Tan Cheng's arms, Su Jingmo whispered, "Tan Cheng, if it's as you said, even if the thread disappears, it should continue. It's still going on..."

Qin Cheng nodded and tightened the man in his arms.

In the future, Zhang Buqing and Zhang Buqing met at first sight, and when I had time, I made an appointment to chat about ancient calligraphy books.

Even Zhang Buqing himself was surprised. It was clear that the age difference between the two was so big, but they didn't feel that there was a gap in their life when they talked. Even a lot of Su Jingmo's words were more profound than those of him who saw everything in the world, which made Zhang Buqing feel good. The illusion of talking to elders.

After going back and forth, the day when Zhang Buqing returned to Beijing came, and that day Su Jingmo went to see him off.

"My literary institute is affiliated with the National Federation of Literature and Art. The institute cherishes your talent. Are you really unwilling to go there?"

Su Jingmo shook his head.

"Is it because of my girlfriend?"

Handing the luggage to Zhang Buqing, Su Jingmo thought for a while before replying, "My love."

"You are so young and talented, your future..."

"There is only one him in this world."

When Su Jingmo said this, Zhang Buqing couldn't persuade him any more, so he could only sigh.

Su Jingmo smiled and nodded: "Let's go, it's almost time."

Looking at the gray-haired old friend and turning away, the white horse passed the gap, and I don't know if we will see each other again in the future, Su Jingmo shouted, "Zhang Jing!"

The old man turned back.

"Life is short, you should enjoy your time in this world."

"I am very sure of that."

"There will be a period later."

"There will be a period later."

Zhang Buqing looked at Su Jingmo, who turned and left after saying this. In a trance, he seemed to see the young man dressed in brocade clothes and a crown on his head.

When he returned to his senses, the young man had long since disappeared from the crowd.

Just now, he seemed to be calling Zhang Jing?

Just thinking about it brings tears to her face.

The author has something to say: After the clouds are gone, the water has flowed for thousands of years. For them, it is a blessing to see their best friend again in this life.

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