The long road back home was a gravel road before. In the two years since Zhong Yue was gone, it has been poured into an asphalt road. The car was walking on the road, and the lazy and cheerful tone of youngdumb&broke was placed in the car. Zhong Yue drove the car, and the old driver who got his driver's license during the summer vacation can now easily drive this black bull.

"If this road is not repaired, I really don't dare to drive it over."

Gu Qin, who was sitting next to him, smiled and said, "What? I am afraid that the chassis will be scratched by stones?"

Zhong Yue smiled, turned the sound of the speaker a little, stepped on the accelerator, and ran away.

Daping Township changes very quickly, just like the era of eliminating backward things, changing with each passing day. In the countryside where there were not many private cars a few years ago, many people were already listening to cars outside. Zhong Yue drove the car outside the peach forest. After the heat disappeared, the peach leaves flourished, and it was obvious that they were full of fruits. The old house that was hidden deep was still there.

"Do you remember the scene when you were carrying a bag three years ago and you were just here?"

Gu Qin smiled and said, "At that time, you were still guarding the door and refused to let us in."

"Isn't Wang Dashan still thinking about the stone tablet of my house?"

Gu Qin recalled and asked, "By the way, what's the end of the stone tablet that was borrowed to the exhibition?"

Zhong Yue smiled, "The things returned to the original owner, I sealed them behind the house." He opened the trunk of the car and carried the ingredients bought from the supermarket, "Go in."

"Why did you refuse to participate in the National Exhibition? This is a good opportunity. With your current calligraphy level and fame, there is no problem that you won the gold medal at the National Exhibition?"

"When Mr. Liu was alive, he taught me a lot. It was meaningless to me whether to participate in a national exhibition competition or not. It was still meaningless. Why do you have to do it? It would be better to make a dinner."

During this period, Zhong Yue found that the more he deliberately pursued the sand in Yunjian, the more he could not reach the holy realm. He could feel that once the sand in Yunjian could leave traces, that is, the day he reached the holy realm of calligraphy and painting. Seeing the clues, he would not be so eager.

The four words "Yiyiwang East" written by Mr. Liu on the rough paper were to remind him to achieve his life, rather than gains and losses overnight. So, now that he has been struggling for the spread of calligraphy and painting for several years, after the East China Youth Artists Alliance is on the right track, it is time to calm down and find his own life.

There were stewed with clear soup and pork ribs on the cassette. Zhong Yue sat on the stone well behind the house. It was welded to death with copper nails, but now the rust at the corners of the edges and corners were mottled. All of this seemed like yesterday. The ink rhyme slowly penetrated the bottom of the well, and the re-stitched stone tablet was lying quietly at the bottom of the well.

The nine powers of the gods and man have now become part of Zhong Yue's body and have long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

The story of calligraphy is endless. Zhong Yue looked at Xiaohe Mountain, and there were so many memories left here.

"What are you doing while you are sitting there? Come and have a meal."

Zhong Yue looked at the way he tied his hair up and rolled up his sleeves, and smiled slightly. How many people lived the way they should be in life, even though she was once colorful and looked like she was not as good as the world.

"Okay, here we come." Zhong Yue used Mo Yun to nurture the broken stone again, got up and went to have a meal.

"Today, the president of the Book Association in Beijing called to congratulate him."

"Um."

Gu Qin continued: "The three major academies in Bashu, including the Qingteng Book School in Shaoxing and the Lingnan Seal School, have sent congratulatory messages to congratulate you on being elected as president, saying that you will come to visit you another day."

"Um."

Gu Qin was having a meal, looking at Zhong Yue's dull look and said, "Don't you express it more?"

Zhong Yue raised his head, paused for a moment, and asked, "Tomorrow is the ninth day of the first lunar month, right?"

"how?"

"Go to the grave and worship ancestors."

“…”

...

...

It rained heavily that night.

Gu Qin stood up and saw Zhong Yue standing by the window watching the rain. He walked over and asked, "Why are you getting up again?"

Zhong Yue grabbed Gu Qin's hand and smiled and said, "You go back to sleep, I'll come wait."

Gu Qin hugged Zhong Yue's waist lazily, leaned in his arms, and said, "Do you know, Zhong Yue?"

"Um?"

"I envy the one thing you did to Youwei the most."

Zhong Yue glanced at Gu Qin and listened to the sound of rain outside the window, "What happened to Japan looking for someone?"

Gu Qin shook his head and said, "No."

"You just say it." Zhong Yue would not seem guilty now, because he told Gu Qin about everything in Japan. Of course, there were some unnecessary troubles, so he chose to hide it.

"I saw her playing the piano inside in the Youth Palace, and you wrote a book beside me. The scene of getting along well is what I envied the most."

"Follower, as I said, aren't it harmonious when you are painting on the mountain with me?"

Gu Qin rolled his eyes, "But together, you can always draw with all your heart, and I... are always disturbed by you."

Zhong Yue looked down and rubbed his chin gently, saying, "Blame me..."

After Gu Qin was sleepy and went to bed, Zhong Yue was still standing at the window, like an old monk watching the celestial phenomena at night, watching the heavy rain until the rain gradually diminished. He was still standing like this.

Perhaps the understanding of calligraphy and painting and the creation of yin and yang is worth Zhong Yue’s lifelong pursuit, but how did Wu Daozi and Guan and Painting have the wonders of Zhang Xu becoming a saint at the age of thirty?

He was still wandering around the sand table and windows in the clouds. The branch that Zhang Xu gave him was still unable to draw any traces in the sand table.

This heavy rain came quite uneasy. Zhong Yue kept staring at the lightning that might come from the sky, hoping to find inspiration.

He closed his eyes and opened the world of ink, trying to capture some inspiration from this gradually converging rain.

The rain gradually stopped, but the thunder continued.

The deeper and farther the world of the Mo Yun, a never-ending spread made Zhong Yue feel slim. After extending to the horizon, he felt his heart retreated and he was unwilling to accept it.

Where is the holy realm?

In the clouds?

Sand table?

Or is it a vast horizon?

"Follow your original heart." Zhong Yue slowly took back the nine powers of the divine man, just like making the decision to return to the foot of Xiaohe Mountain. This time, he chose to return to his original heart.

When he looked at the sand in the clouds again, he seemed to merge with the sky, and once again the reality and illusion were blended.

"If calligraphy is written by a person's heart, then... why should I care about this meaningless sand?"

Bang.

Zhong Yue knocked the sand tray over the clouds and left with his clothes...

The calligraphy behind me establishes my body, and the ink rhyme turns into a harmonious Tai Chi.
Chapter completed!