Yang Luo looked at the calm Wu Jianqi and said, "Can you really let go?"

Wu Jianqi smiled on his face and raised his head slightly, "So what if I can't let go, so what if I can't let go? Life is full of ups and downs. It's just a normal thing. There is no need to get deeply trapped in it and have to chew some heavy taste... If you know me in the past, you may know more about me now in the noble spiritual kingdom, glory, wealth, fame and fortune are just passing clouds. Even if it's as gorgeous as a peony, it will eventually become dull. So letting go is not important to me. Just imagine, if a person has no pursuit and attachment, no expectation and nostalgia, and only an empty body, what's the meaning of life? Maybe, sometimes what we have to do is to let go, and don't force ourselves to let go, so what if we can't let go?

Life is like a dream, dream is like a life, the hurrying life, the years of lingering, the ups and downs... Life is like a one-way ticket with no return. In the long years, we are all passers-by. All the memories of the past may be a little melancholy, or a little sad. Whether this dream of life comes true or a yellow beam, we have to face it, and we have no intention of staying or leaving."

Yang Luo unexpectedly glanced at Wu Jianqi, and He Chongyang, who used to deal with Wu Jianqi, seemed to have no idea. Wu Jianqi was so energetic and domineering. But in just over half a year, Wu Jianqi seemed to have become a different person, becoming a little wise, as if he was a great wise man who saw through life and death.

Wu Jianqi walked out of the flower shed, suddenly stopped, looked back at Yang Luo and said, "I heard that Young Master Yang is a master of calligraphy. I also like calligraphy. I usually write when I am fine, but calligraphy really requires talent. I have written it for decades. The paper is white and the ink is black, but I just can't write the two words of life well. Can you ask Young Master Yang to write a few words for me, it's not in vain for us to get to know each other."

When he heard Wu Jianqi ask Yang Luo to write a picture, He Chongyang's muscles twitched. He had seen Yang Luo's words, which was in Shen Longsheng's office. That day, he saw Yang Luo's words, which was really good. That day, he also saw Shen Longsheng's head being shot, which really made him unforgettable for his life.

When Yang Luo saw the expression on He Chongyang's face, he curled his lips: "No problem!"

Wu Jianqi looked at Huangyu Kingdom, and Huangyu Kingdom could only nod helplessly. For him, as long as people stopped running away, everything else was easy to say.

Wu Jianqi smiled slightly, walked into the main hall, and then entered the room on the right. This was the study room, with a rosewood marble desk, with various calligraphy on it stacked on it, next to it was an inkstone, and a pen holder carved out of mountains and rivers with pens in it. On the other side of the desk was a large Ru kiln flower bag, full of crystal white chrysanthemums. On the west wall was a large picture of Mixiangyang mist and rain, and a couplet was hung on the left and right: The cool air came west, the clouds swept away the regrets of the world. The river went east, and the waves washed away the sorrows of ancient and modern times.

Yang Luo walked to the picture of mist and rain to observe carefully, and after a while, he said, "I didn't expect that I could see the original works of Mi Fu here."

Wu Jianqi came to Yang Luo, looked at Yanyutu and said, "When I moved in, this painting was hung here. I asked a friend to identify it and found out that it was the original." As he said that, he looked at Yang Luo, "I have to say, Young Master Yang, your eyes are really ignited eyes. After a while, you can confirm that it is the original work of Mi Fu."

Yang Luo smiled: "I don't know how to draw. Although I don't know how to draw, I know how to appreciate it."

Wu Jianqi nodded, pointed to the couplet and said, "Then look, who did this couplet come from!"

Yang Luo said: "This couplet is written by Su Shi on the Yellow Crane Tower in Wuchang. Looking at the handwriting, it is undoubtedly Su Shi's original work."

Hearing this, Wu Jianqi showed a smile on his face, but his smile had not disappeared yet, and he heard Yang Luo continue, "But there is no signature, which is very unreasonable."

Wu Jianqi couldn't help but say, "It's not reasonable, and you can't say it's fake." After saying that, he took off the framed couplets and unframed them. "Look at the paper, it's as smooth as spring water, as fine as silkworm cocoons, tougher than Shu paper, brighter than Yan paper, this is definitely Chengxintang paper from the Northern Song Dynasty."

Yang Luo smiled: "I just said that the signature was unreasonable, and I didn't say there was something wrong with this paper!"

Wu Jianqi said: "I said it too, it's unreasonable, and I can't say it's fake. And it's definitely old paper, it comes from the Northern Song Dynasty, so it can't be fake either!"

Yang Luo nodded: "It's not fake!"

Wu Jianqi said: "Then what else do you have to doubt? This is the authentic work of Su Shi!"

Yang Luo laughed: "Old Wu, if I say this is the original work of Su Shi, do you have a unique sense of accomplishment?"

Wu Jianqi was stunned and then smiled: "The world is changing. Since I fought with you and lost, I jumped out of the chessboard, my mind has become much more open and I have become much less obscene. However, today I am thankful to you, and I am embarrassed. I have achieved so much success, but I will definitely be happy for a moment."

Yang Luo shook his head helplessly: "At first, I really thought this was the original work of Su Shi, but I saw the mist and rain pictures of Mi Xiangyang, and I didn't care about appreciating them. Then you rushed up and asked me, who did this calligraphy come from, and that would be a problem."

Wu Jianqi said in great anger: "If this is not the original work of Su Shi, who wrote it?"

Yang Luo walked to the desk and grinded ink and said, "If this is not the original work of Su Shi, the copying can reach the point of being fake and real, there is only one person, his name is Yu He."

Wu Jianqi said unwillingly: "There are more than one Yu He, from ancient times to the present."

Yang Luo nodded: "Yes, but don't forget that this piece of paper is Chengxintang paper from the Northern Song Dynasty. In the Song and Yuan dynasties, there was only one Yu He who had such high skills to achieve the real one."

Yang Luo grind the ink well, spread the rice paper, picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink, and wrote a few words without hesitation: "In the vast sea of ​​karma in the world, we have been unable to make a breakthrough!"

After writing these words, Yang Luo raised his head and said, "Life is always difficult to resist tragedy, but sometimes it is impossible to stop the good luck God sent at the same time. The key is whether it can be grasped."

Wu Jianqi looked down at Yang Luo's calligraphy. It was really a silver hook. It was better than the calligraphy he had ever seen.

Yang Luo wrote again: "How many scolding heroes, a pile of white bones accompanying the sand dunes. I sigh that this life is foolish, and every thought is in wealth and sex. When will the end be the end, and I will always ask for it. Until the childish face turns white, old, sick, weak and empty-looking..."

Yangyangsha, Yang Luo wrote two pieces of rice paper, then put Bi aside, and said, "How is it?"

Wu Jianqi sighed and said, "Good words, good words."

"The time has been delayed too much, let's go!" Yang Luo walked out.

Huang Yuguo waved his hand and the discipline inspection personnel on both sides walked over. Wu Jianqi sighed and put the copybook on the table. After two discipline inspection personnel were arrested, they walked out of the house and got into the car.

He Chongyang looked at the words left by Yang Luo on the table, picked them up without hesitation, and put them in his pocket.

Guan Hu opened his mouth wide and looked at He Chongyang who ruined his views and said, "Head, can we not do this?"

He Chongyang said without blushing: "You know, that boy Yang Luo's handwriting is very valuable."

Guan Hucai didn't believe it, He Chongyang said, "If you don't believe it, forget it." After that, he walked out quickly.

As soon as I came out, I saw Yang Luo waving in the jeep: "We're leaving, I have a chance to see you!"

He Chongyang shouted: "Where are you going?"

Yang Luo said, "When he returned to Dahua, there are still many things to do." As soon as he finished speaking, the phone ringing in his pocket rang. He took it out and saw that it was Liu Lange's call. He pressed the answer button. Before he could speak, Liu Lange's voice came from the receiver.

"What happened, when will you come back?"

Yang Luo asked, "What's the matter?"

Liu Lange said: "We have not started to integrate the bauxite in Forestry Township. Some people can't sit still and organized a lot of people to besiege the county government."

Yang Luo frowned: "How did you know?"

Liu Lange said angrily: "Zhang Zhenggui and Liu Yueqi are still waiting for you here. How do you know? Also, those mine owners have taken out a lot of money. As long as they participate, everyone can get some, and many villagers have been bribed by them."

Yang Luo sneered: "Some people really don't cry without seeing the coffin. Damn, since he wants to die, I will fulfill his wish."

Liu Lange asked, "When will you come back?"

Yang Luo said: "I'm walking back, it's about an hour and a half." After that, he hung up the phone.

In Forestry Township, there are thirty or forty people gathered in a two-story building. They all look like they are cuckolded by their wives and have a deep hatred on their faces.

Yu Jiang looked at the people below and smiled coldly: "Look out all the people you should look for."

A fat guy with big ears said proudly: "Can there be four or five hundred people!"

Yu Jiang asked, "These four or five hundred people are all old people and women!"

The fat guy with big ears said: "Young people have already run out, and most of the villages are left-behind children and elderly people."

Yu Jiang clenched his fists in both hands and waved them hard in the air, and said ferociously: "Little bastard named Yang, since you want to play, I will play with you. See, who can laugh to the end."

In Dahua, Liu Lange's office, Zhang Zhenggui and Wu Yueqi looked worried: "Secretary Liu, when will County Magistrate Yang come back? If they don't go back, it will be too late to make arrangements."

Liu Lange smiled slightly: "It's okay, actually County Magistrate Yang has already thought that some people will not be able to wait for death, and they will definitely have some action, so they have already had a countermeasure."
Chapter completed!