Peerless prodigal system

Song Qingyun, Zhao Zhengshu and others finally realized that it is not an option to always dig through the trash can.

After thinking about it, it is safer to get to know each other positively.

And the matter of the calligrapher digging through the trash can for two sticky notes also made headlines.

As soon as this matter came out, it immediately aroused heated discussions among netizens.

This is something new, something weird.

"It's amazing. In order to pursue art, I went to dig through the trash can. With this kind of determination, I am not afraid that I will not be able to create good works."

"It's really the first time I've heard of such a strange thing, but speaking of it, calligraphers are still very dedicated, much better than those calligraphers who write ugly books all day long and hold ugly book competitions."

"I think it's a bit too much. In any case, you are also members of the Calligraphy Association, artists, and calligraphers. How can you grovel and rummage through the trash can?"

"I've heard of Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu. These two are famous contemporary artists. One is the No. The awesomeness!"

"No wonder I can't become a calligrapher. It turns out that I don't like digging through trash cans!"

"Why are you all talking about the calligrapher who rummaged through the trash can, but you are not curious about the owner of the trash can? The person who is worthy of the calligraphers must be a master!"

"I'm sure that the person who turned over the trash can must be a type of person who sweeps the floor. He lives in seclusion in the city. He is not from the rivers and lakes, but there have always been legends about him in the rivers and lakes."

"Quickly guess the identity of the other party. He must be an elderly master of folk calligraphy. He also has white hair, even a beard and eyebrows. He is holding a whisk and a seven-star sword."

"Good guy, you are not a master of calligraphy, you are Taishang Laojun!"

There is always a group of people who watch the excitement and don't think it's a big deal, and discuss hot topics.

Anyway, it's impossible not to be lazy at work, and if you don't be lazy, you won't get a salary increase, so you can only sneak around and play online with your mobile phone.

In fact, most netizens don't even know that the "master of folk calligraphy" they call is Wu Liang, whom they praise and depreciate.

Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu, after a lot of hard work, finally obtained Wu Liang's contact information from various channels.

Zhao Zhengshu took a deep breath and dialed Wu Liang's cell phone number.

This is a prudent decision.

Zhao Zhengshu didn't know if doing this would disturb the life of the other party.

However, he had to do this.

Because, in the past few days, when I was rummaging through the trash can outside the other party's house, I found that there seemed to be only one nanny and auntie busy at home, and there was no sign of other people living.

After discussing with Master Song Qingyun, Zhao Zhengshu decided that it would be better to take the initiative to contact him, mainly because he was worried that this folk master would disappear suddenly, and it would be a pity if he could not meet him in the future!

Finally, the other party answered the phone.

"Who?"

Just as Wu Liang fell asleep, he was woken up by the ringtone of his mobile phone, and his mood was naturally not much better.

"Hello, are you the master who wrote poems on post-it notes?" Zhao Zhengshu asked.

Although Zhao Zhengshu was embarrassed when he mentioned the homophonic poem, it did not affect his admiration and obsession with handwriting in the slightest.

Wu Liang was in a daze, and he still didn't quite know who the other party was and what the other party was going to do.

"Poetry? Which poem, oh, I remembered, I wrote it, what's wrong?" Wu Liang yawned as he spoke.

When Zhao Zhengshu and Song Qingyun heard that they had found the real master, they were very excited.

"Master, hello, are you free now? Can I visit you?" Zhao Zhengshu's tone was quite polite.

However, Wu Liangcai didn't care whether Zhao Zhengshu's tone was polite or not.

I was woken up just after falling asleep, no matter what the other party's intentions are, in short, you have harmed my interests, and I have the right to protest.

"Not yet, I'm sleeping." Wu Liang was straightforward, he didn't like to beat around the bush.

Hearing this, Zhao Zhengshu raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that the master is indeed a master, with such a straightforward personality, and his words are quite straightforward.

"Master, when will you wake up?" Zhao Zhengshu asked cautiously, for fear of arousing the other party's resentment.

"How do I know when I wake up? Can you predict when you wake up when you sleep? Also, I'm not a master, I'm a prodigal!"

Wu Liang was still angry about getting up.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with Wu Liang being angry. After all, he was woken up just after falling asleep, and then asked some nonsense about taking off his pants and farting.

Choked by Wu Liang, Zhao Zhengshu's expression turned ugly.

However, he also felt that what the other party said made sense.

"The master is really a man of temperament, and his words are not harsh. Can the master ask you to meet after he wakes up?"

Zhao Zhengshu still had to speak to Wu Liang calmly, because he was asking the other party to do something and admired Wu Liang's calligraphy.

"It's possible, but I don't know when I will wake up, how about another day?" Wu Liang really wanted to hang up the phone directly.

From Wu Liang's point of view, it's okay for him to hang up the phone directly. After all, his rest time was interrupted by someone, and he didn't know him well.

And Zhao Zhengshu glanced at Song Qingyun, wanting to discuss it.

The two master and apprentice briefly exchanged eye contact, and then Song Qingyun made a gesture to Zhao Zhengshu.

"Master, don't wait for another day, we are willing to wait." Zhao Zhengshu said.

It is better to hit the sun than to choose the day. Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu feel that since they have been in contact today, they cannot easily let go of this opportunity.

"Okay, then you wait."

After Wu Liang finished speaking, he decisively hung up the call.

He needs to continue to catch up on sleep. He was really tired a few days ago. In fact, being prodigal is not only technical work, but also manual work.

Today I need a good rest and wake up naturally.

Just as Zhao Zhengshu wanted to chat with Wu Liang for a few more words, he heard the call hang up beeping from the other party.

"This master's actions are too fast, and he hasn't had time to continue the conversation." Zhao Zhengshu was a little surprised.

At this time, a colleague from the Calligraphy Association said: "I said, Lao Zhao, is he reliable? This master is really arrogant! He actually asked us contemporary calligraphers to wait for him to wake up before visiting!"

Zhao Zhengshu spread his hands helplessly and said: "Otherwise, what about Lao Li? The level of the master is a level higher than ours. He is indeed qualified to put on airs. Besides, throughout the ages, those reclusive masters have been rather weird. I should be patient. If you want to accomplish something, you should pay the price, just keep waiting, I believe that in the end we will be able to get what we want and enjoy 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 for doing this, and even got stabbed in the spine by our peers, but I believe we are worth it."

Just like that, Song Qingyun, Zhao Zhengshu and others waited for a whole day!