Peerless prodigal system

The dignified calligrapher, the successor and proponent of Wei Bei, was actually rummaging through the trash can of Wu Liang's house!

He wore a peaked cap on his head, and looked down.

While looking through the trash can, Zhao Zhengshu murmured in his heart: "Ruanmoyingpao asked for the address from Zhou Mengmeng, and I don't know if Zhou Mengmeng lied to me, and the address was correct. I observed for a long time, and only saw a man A girl lives in this villa, and she doesn't see a calligrapher who matches her age."

With doubts, Zhao Zhengshu kept searching the trash can, trying to find some clues in the trash can.

Without confirming that the address was right, Zhao Zhengshu did not rush to visit.

He felt that no matter what he did, he was a famous calligrapher, and if he made a mistake, it would be embarrassing.

Besides, since Zhou Mengmeng didn't want to disclose the other party's address at the beginning, it meant that the other party didn't like his life being disturbed by outsiders.

That's why Zhao Zhengshu was so cautious.

While muttering in my heart, I rummaged through the trash can.

Zhao Zhengshu is like a plainclothes policeman stalking a murderer, eager to find a clue in the garbage bag.

And at this moment, he found a piece of note paper with handwriting on it.

"Accompany Qianqian on Monday, accompany Weiwei on Wednesday, and accompany Rourou on Friday."

This line of words caught my eye!
"Huh? This... this is Xing... running script, Wang Xizhi's authentic handwriting?!"

Zhao Zhengshu's eyes widened immediately, beyond shock!

"No way, the book sage Wang Xizhi also uses gel pens? The calligrapher Wang Xizhi also has sex with three women at the same time? I'm stupid, how can the book sage live to this day? Even if he picks up girls, he still has sex with fairies in heaven. "

Zhao Zhengshu knew that he had thought too much just now, and it was impossible to be Wang Xizhi, so he couldn't help but tease himself.

However, he still has great doubts.

On this gel pen, a line of characters written impressively, the muscles and bones of the handwriting definitely have the charm of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi!

Since Wu Liang has already received the inheritance of the sage of calligraphy, even if he does not use a brush in his life, his handwriting will still have the style of Wang Xizhi. When he writes notes, he writes very quickly, which is naturally cursive.

"Good handwriting! Although it is written with a gel pen, it still writes that kind of chic and free, elegant and cloudy, and the end of the pen shows the charm of a scholar!"

Who would have imagined that a famous contemporary calligrapher would squat in front of the trash can, pull out a piece of post-it note from the trash can, and admire the words on it with relish!
"Good handwriting! Good handwriting! The more you look at it, the more charming it becomes. Although it can be seen that it is written according to one's heart, the muscles and bones are quite like the calligraphy sage Wang Xizhi's running script!"

Zhao Zhengshu was still squatting in front of the trash can, admiring this post-it note, 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.

"Sir, what are you doing here? I want to work."

"Sir, you are sneaky, you don't look like a good person."

Whoever saw this scene would think there was something wrong with Zhao Zhengshu.

Squatting by the trash can in front of someone else's house looking for things, and wearing a hat to disguise yourself is indeed very suspicious.

Zhao Zhengshu was immersed in that line of beautiful handwriting, entering a state of ecstasy.

"Haha, good words, good words! I am astonished as a heavenly man, I must study it carefully when I go back! Floating like floating clouds, as shocking as a dragon, rare! Rare!"

Zhao Zhengshu smirked happily, like the silly son of a landlord's family.

He completely ignored the cleaning staff and walked away with the note in his hand.

The cleaning uncle couldn't help complaining: "Is there something wrong with this person? Maybe he has a mental problem, and he would giggle at a piece of post-it note, and it's not a lottery ticket!"

After Zhao Zhengshu got the note, he found a nearby coffee shop and sat down to appreciate it carefully.

"This running script definitely has the charm of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi. I feel that it is very close. I didn't expect that this expert not only writes Wei Bei well, but also the running script is chic and easy, just like a stroke of magic!"

"I can basically confirm the meaning of the words on this sticky note, but I am still puzzled. A person who can write such a good handwriting must have profound skills, and must be between 50 and 60 years old. A senior with more experience than me, but at such an advanced age, can he change girlfriends every now and then, can his health handle it?"

"Well, that's not the point. The point is that I have also observed that family. The villas are full of young men and women, and there are no people of suitable age. Could it be that the master of calligraphy rarely goes out?"

Immediately, Zhao Zhengshu shook his head again, denying the thought in his heart.

"This post-it note clearly expresses the meaning of which girlfriend to accompany you on the day of the week. That's right, that's what it means. Maybe that senior is really strong, old and strong. It seems that the senior You are in good spirits!"

At this time, Zhao Zhengshu also secretly rejoiced.

He was glad that he didn't rush to visit, otherwise he would be embarrassed if he broke into the senior's life rashly.

After all, he is quite old, but has three girlfriends by his side. I definitely don't want this kind of thing to be known by too many people. After all, it is a matter of privacy.

Zhao Zhengshu sat in the coffee shop for the whole morning.

It wasn't until noon that Zhao Zhengshu carefully folded the note paper and put it in his pocket, for fear that the folded marks of the note paper would be too heavy and it would affect the appreciation.

Afterwards, Zhao Zhengshu took this note and went to find Master.

As he walked, he murmured in his heart.

"If the master sees this line of writing, he will definitely be amazed, and the master must like it very much!"

Zhao Zhengshu's master, Song Qingyun, is a master of running script.

He is good at running script, and has been studying running script for 50 years. He has been studying it since he was 20 years old. He must copy the "Lanting Collection Preface" by calligrapher Wang Xizhi every day. He is very obsessed with Wang Xizhi's running script, just like Zhao Zhengshu treats Weibei.

Zhao Zhengshu came to Song Qingyun's office and met Song Qingyun.

At this time, Song Qingyun was copying the "Preface to the Collection of Lanting", writing it very seriously and fascinated, treating every word with great care, and even breathing as evenly as possible.

In the past, when Zhao Zhengshu saw Master writing, he would never disturb him, and would just stand by and watch quietly.

But this time, because he was too excited, he couldn't help but said: "Master, I have a surprise for you!"

When Song Qingyun heard this, he was a little puzzled.

Just brought a surprise three days ago, and there is another surprise today?What happened to your lover recently?
"Zhengshu, what's the matter? Have you finally written a better Wei Bei's work?"

As Song Qingshu said, he put down the brush.

Next, he saw his lover Zhao Zhengshu handing a note to his eyes.

Song Qingshu, who was in doubt, heard Zhao Zhengshu say: "Master, how about this line of writing?"

Song Qingyun raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking what the apprentice is doing, except for the raw edge paper, which is sticky note paper, can't there be some serious calligraphy works on rice paper?
However, when Song Qingyun took it over and glanced at it, he realized that this is not a piece of post-it note, it is clearly the best running script in the world!