The three of them discussed until eleven o'clock in the evening. Shang Yong and Hai Xiaozhou left. Fang Chaoyang cleaned up the house and was about to go to bed to rest when a text message came in.

There are only three words: Let’s see!

The number is still used by Miao Yi, and the virtual number is also deliberately let Fang Chaoyang know who was sending the text message.

"Damn it, the ghost is not dispersed." Fang Chaoyang couldn't help but swear, and simply ignored it and lay down to sleep.

At nine o'clock the next morning, Fang Chaoyang drove to the Municipal Art Museum, where the Municipal Calligraphy Association held a calligraphy exhibition, including one of his works.

In today's era, people have endless movies, endless books, endless circles of friends and Weibo. We must admit that the traditional art of calligraphy is on the decline. Many young people can't even write words, let alone writing calligraphy.

As expected, there are very few people who come to see calligraphy, and there are only a dozen people in the huge venue.

A calligraphy hanging at the entrance was hung, which was written as Cao Cao's short song. The standard running script was magnificent and flowing, and it was completed in one go, which made Fang Chaoyang silently praise it in his heart.

"The magistrate is here!"

Liu Xiaohui, secretary-general of the Municipal Calligraphy Association, saw Fang Chaoyang and hurriedly ran over with a smile to say hello. She is in her forties, has a thin figure, and has short hair that is as capable as she is.

In Fang Chaoyang's view, Liu Xiaohui's calligraphy is average, but she has strong work ability. In the past two years as secretary-general, the work of the Calligraphy Association has improved greatly.

"Secretary General Liu, it's too polite to call the judge. Just call me Chaoyang." Fang Chaoyang said.

"Okay, handsome guy from Chaoyang, I really didn't expect that you would come to visit the exhibition, too." Liu Xiaohui said with a smile.

"It just happened to be time today, come and study."

"There are only nine members of our city's National Calligraphy Association. In my opinion, you are the best calligraphy among them."

"If you praise me again, you will go to heaven." Fang Chaoyang smiled and asked again: "Who wrote this calligraphy?"

"This person is amazing. Liu Jianshe, general manager of the No. 1 Department Store, has a pen name Fenglinwan, and is very artistic." Liu Xiaohui shouted.

Fang Chaoyang was surprised. Unexpectedly, Liu Jianshe was good at writing calligraphy and was ignorant before. Youdao's words are like someone, but he doesn't look like a cunning person.

"He is also a member of our Calligraphy Association?" Fang Chaoyang asked.

"I just joined and donated 5,000 membership fees at once. To be honest, he also made a contribution to the holding of this calligraphy exhibition." Liu Xiaohui said.

As he was talking, a middle-aged man watching the exhibition leaned over. The man was in his forties and had white hair on his temples. He looked at Fang Chaoyang carefully and asked cautiously: "Are you Judge Fang Chaoyang from the Municipal Intermediate People's Court?"

"It's me!"

"I know that in such an occasion, I shouldn't say hello to you, but I can't help it. I am Sha Ziqiang, the father of Sha Meizi." The middle-aged man introduced himself with a sob.

Sha Meizi? Fang Chaoyang remembered that it was the name of the girl who ran away at night.

"Mr. Sha, I really can't give you any promises, but I can guarantee that I will be tried according to law." Fang Chaoyang comforted, but he was a little helpless. All he could say was this sentence that seemed to be dealt with.

"Oh, Mei Zi is only twenty-three years old and just had a boyfriend. Who would have thought that she would be harmed in this dimly lit city. To be honest, I am already like a useless person, wandering outside all day, and I don't know where to go." Sha Ziqiang said in tears.

When this scene happened, Liu Xiaohui was unexpected and regretted not calling out the word "Judge". She interjected: "Mr. Sha, please feel sorry for me. Men should be stronger. You should go home and spend more time with your children."

"She had a mental problem and pulled me to ask for her daughter all day long. I was also blaming me. I was just watching the football game that night, but I didn't hear the call for help from the child. If I had discovered it earlier and sent it to the hospital earlier, there might be hope for rescue." Sha Ziqiang blamed himself very much.

"Mr. Sha, the court will be held soon. We must cheer up, believe in the law, and believe in the collegial panel." Fang Chaoyang said.

"I heard that Shang Zaijun's daughter said he was mentally ill?"

"That's not a gold medal for avoiding death."

"Oh, will it be like the Miao Yi case, and it's undecided for a long time?"

"The two cases cannot be put together. The Miao Yi case is very complicated and involves a lot of people."

Sha Ziqiang did not bother him anymore, walked away silently, and arrived at the door, suddenly turned around and knelt down, kowtowed three times, then got up and left.

Fang Chaoyang looked at his back and said nothing for a long time. Liu Xiaohui apologized: "Chaoyang, I didn't expect it! It's the age of what time, and I still kowtow."

"I am not the master of Qingtian in the old society, and I can't bear it, but..." Fang Chaoyang couldn't continue to say it, but he understood in his heart that if anyone had such a thing, he could not remain calm. In his heart, there was probably only the flame of revenge.

"Let's go, I'll accompany you, take a look and take a walk." Liu Xiaohui said.

After calming down his mood, Fang Chaoyang and Liu Xiaohui admired calligraphy in the exhibition hall. They soon saw the painting "Manjianghong" he wrote. At his previous request, there was an additional label below, not selling.

"Chaoyang, you are too real. Who among the calligraphers I have come into contact with doesn't want to exchange their works for money?" Liu Xiaohui said.

"If it was two years ago, I was very willing, it was also a way to reflect the value of a calligrapher. Now it is not possible. If you let go, your calligraphy can be exchanged for a lot of money, which will not only flood me, but also dirty the law." Fang Chaoyang said.

"That's right, I heard that some people can give gifts with artworks, and the effect is very good."

"Haha, just don't take my work."

"Actually, I'm very curious about what the situation was in the Miao Yi case, and everyone on the Internet said this." Liu Xiaohui asked in a low voice.

"The Procuratorate knows better than me. I think they don't want to disclose it in advance!" Fang Chaoyang tactfully refused the reply.

"The main messenger behind the scenes, Fenglinwan!" Liu Xiaohui said mysteriously.

"Where did you hear it?" Fang Chaoyang immediately became sensitive.

"A foreign friend of mine, he transferred the message to me on WeChat, actually, I don't believe it either. Mr. Liu doesn't look like a bad guy, although he likes to joke with ladies."

"Secretary General Liu, please pass the news to me." Fang Chaoyang said.

"No problem!" Liu Xiaohui agreed readily, took out her cell phone, and the two of them added WeChat to each other.

"Haha, the song is on the road, this online name is so literary." Liu Xiaohui smiled heartily.

"Your online name is more literary and fragrant." Fang Chaoyang praised.

"There are too many photos on my phone. Let's go back and search through them and send them to you."

"Don't worry, you'd better not believe such information without source." Fang Chaoyang reminded.
Chapter completed!