Xiatang Village is not far from the county town. Due to geographical relations, the conditions in the village are much better than those in Daping Township. A cement road entering the village is flat and neatly built and looks particularly conspicuous.

Zhong Yue hadn't been here for many years. Since one time, his mother took him back to his parents' home, the indifference in his grandparents' eyes left a lot of shadows of childhood. After finding out the address from the villagers, Zhong Yue groped into the village and knocked on the iron gate with a bit of peeling red paint.

"Who!"

When Zhong Yue saw the old man with a hunched back in front of him, he looked like ten years ago, and his hawk eyes made people feel that he had no kindness at all.

"I, Zhong Yue."

The old man frowned and said, "What are you here to do!"

"My uncle said..."

"Who is your relative?"

Zhong Yue took a deep breath and said through the iron gate: "Pan Wei said, my mother is sick and was hospitalized in the county hospital, but I went to the county hospital and there was no record of hospitalization, so I wanted to ask, what's going on?"

"Xiao Yue?" A middle-aged woman walked out of the house. When she saw Zhong Yue outside the iron gate, her eyes were full of surprise. She wanted to come and open the door, but was stopped by the old man.

"What are you doing? You are all going to remarry, and you are still tugging with your ex-husband's son. Don't you think I'm embarrassed?"

Zhong Yue's heart trembled. Marrying? His mother is going to remarry? It turns out that hospitalization is fake...

He smiled reluctantly, "My uncle said you were hospitalized and borrowed two thousand yuan. You're fine if you're fine, and the fruit will be put at you at the door."

"Xiao Yue..." Pan Yuefeng ignored the old man's obstruction and went to open the iron door. Looking at Zhong Yue, who was already one head taller than her, tears kept flowing down her face, "Mom, I'm sorry for you, my mother will give you the two thousand yuan..."

"No need." Zhong Yue opened his eyes wide, "When my dad died, you haven't seen me for ten years. You haven't seen me at home. What's the use of saying sorry?"

Old Man Pan walked out and cursed, "Your father is a useless waste. He knew how to write a few broken words in the valley, which wasted a lot of my daughter's youth. It was already good if I didn't settle the score with him. Two thousand yuan? Two thousand yuan is not too much, so why don't you pay it back!"

"No future? I cursed my sister to be hospitalized for surgery in order to cheat money like Pan Wei, but I am promising?" Zhong Yue sneered.

Old Man Pan was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak. He thought that although he was his son, that bastard was not a good thing!

"It's better than daydreaming by writing broken characters in a valley and wanting to be a calligrapher!"

Zhong Yue smiled.

"My dad likes to write. Even if he stays in the valley all his life, it is better than being fooled in the county town. I don't know which day I will be hacked to death by someone. I will carry forward the calligraphy of the Zhong family!"

"Haha, joke. Calligraphy? You don't know how much you have?"

Pan Yuefeng saw the paper and ink in Zhong Yue's hand, and suddenly became stunned, "Xiaoyue, aren't you going to college? Why are you coming home? Go back to school quickly and don't delay your studies."

"I've been off school."

“What? Why?”

Zhong Yue looked at his mother's familiar and unfamiliar face, "For what? Don't you know why? Why did you abandon us father and son at the beginning? Now I will go back to the most shining peak on the road of my father's failure!"

"Ha, it's true that like your useless father, you will dream in the daytime. Being a calligrapher? A college student in the valley is already a blessing from the Bodhisattva, and you still become a calligrapher. Do you really think that it's too late to teach your preaching at such an age? A Feng, it's almost the same! People can see it, and they may gossip and talk. Over the years, you have not annoyed to hear the rumors in the village. My old ears are calloused! Old woman, go and pull her back."

The old woman who was walking over pulled Pan Yuefeng back without saying a word.

"Xiaoyue, listen to my mother, go back to school."

Zhong Yue looked at the Pan family indifferently and turned around and left. He had never been so eager to learn calligraphy. It seemed that from this moment, the desire to learn calligraphy erupted from the bottom of his heart. Nothing else, it was for his grandfather and father, for those who looked down on the calligraphy of the Zhong family, for Pan Yuefeng who left him because of calligraphy, and for the contemptuous eyes of the two elders of the Pan family!

He has learned this calligraphy without fighting for steamed buns and breathing!

After returning from Xiatang Village, Zhong Yue sat down at home and once again entered the brushwork practice mode.

"My friend Zhong, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

It was still on the streets of Yangzhou, or in front of the small table stall, the wide and flat brush without a pen, and the wise and foolish brushwork slowly moved in Zhong Yue's eyes.

"Master, I would rather fail than turn around. Is this also a way to deal with people?"

NPC Jin Nong smiled slightly and said, "Your Zhong can understand the philosophy of life from the lines, and you have indeed had the understanding. Since the prosperous era of Kanggan, the calligraphy of the Two Kings was the right way. How can the calligraphy be unified? A hundred flowers bloomed and each showed one branch. I and Banqiao were born against the trend. I drew a heavy style from the Han Li and Wei steles to get lacquer books. The characters are like the ones. I hope you can remember what I have said today."

Zhong Yue nodded, his words were like the other person, and this was indeed good. It seemed that Jin Nong's lacquer book was really the right choice for him. After watching the one-hour brushwork teaching video of Jin "Monk", Zhong Yue was surprised to find that his proficiency had actually increased to 13%. He struck while the iron was hot, and quickly took out the paper and pen, and began to copy the brushwork he had just learned.

Zhong Yue’s advantage over others is that he can see with his own eyes the mysterious brushwork of calligraphy masters. Naturally, he cannot be described in detail in words or words.

In the Tang Dynasty, when writing brushes were said to use "sandsaw", "incissels", "broken hairpins", "slashing marks on the roof", "shocking snakes into the grass, and birds out of the forest", etc., which are all metaphors, so many of the brushwork inheritances have been lost.

The various brushwork and structure methods in later generations were spoken more and more. The metaphors before the Tang Dynasty were very literary and artistic, but they could not be operated and could only be understood. When they were born in later generations, they were spoken more and more and more and more, and their operability was not necessarily strong, and they were often so harsh that it made people dizzy. The speaker may not be clear, and of course, the hearing was often confused.

The only best way is to see.

This is Zhong Yue’s biggest advantage now.

After writing about a stack of felt paper, Zhong Yue gave up after feeling his wrist sore. He did not expect that although his brushwork had not yet been fully understood, for a beginner who had just been in contact with it, his practice works were already very charming as Jinnong lacquer books. This is not only from the perspective of the shape of the characters, but also the style and charm of the calligraphy in the bones.

Zhong Yue put down his pen, carefully analyzed all the words he wrote carefully, and carefully summarized them, and although the time for viewing and copying today was up, he could still discuss the problems with Jin Nong, and ask the old man for some of his confusion and difficulties in lacquer books.

It was not until late at night that Zhong Yue felt drowsy and couldn't help but fall on the bed, and was surprised to find that today's proficiency in the brushwork had actually increased to 30%!
Chapter completed!