Ye Yichen looked at Nalan Zijian coldly, "I don't care what you are doing. First, don't contact Zixuan alone. Second, don't tell Zixuan that Lu Shanmin is in Tianjing, otherwise don't blame me for being polite."

Zhu Chunying frowned slightly and said with a little displeasure: "Yi Chen, Zijian is not a child who is unsure of it. The two children have had a good relationship since childhood. They haven't seen each other for several years and are not allowed to talk alone."

Seeing that Ye Yichen was still cold, Zhu Chunying sighed secretly, "Yichen, more than 20 years have passed since then, let alone the affairs of the previous generation have nothing to do with Zijian."

Nalan Zijian smiled embarrassedly, "Yes, uncle, I am different from my parents. You don't know that my situation is much bigger than theirs."

Zhu Chunying has always been gentle and graceful. The two have been married for more than 20 years and rarely blush. Seeing that their wife is a little unhappy, Ye Yichen also feels a little unkind.

In fact, he couldn't tell whether it was because of the incident back then or because he didn't like Nalan Zijian. For some reason, he always felt that this nephew was too scheming and had bad intentions, so he hired the water army to make Zixuan feel hot.

When searching for this matter, he always felt that there was conspiracy and tricks.

Seeing Ye Yichen soften, Nalan Zijian struck while the iron was hot, "You know a little about the grudges between Lu Shanmin and the Nalan family. How could I push Zixuan into the fire pit?"

Ye Yichen did not believe Nalan Zijian's words. In his opinion, the entire Nalan family was a group of people who spoke as farts, but as Nalan Zijian said, he had no reason to push Zixuan to Lu Shanmin.

However, he couldn't like this nephew anyway, whether it was because of his parents or because of himself.

"In the past few years, Zixuan would receive the old man's package every once in a while. Did you ask the old man to send it?"

Nalan Zijian scratched his head, "My uncle is so smart, I even guessed this."

Ye Yichen snorted coldly, and felt anger in his heart again, "Where did the old man get his mathematician friend in his life? He said, what purpose do you have?"

Nalan Zijian looked aggrieved, "Uncle, why do you always like to think about me to the disadvantage?"

"Hmph, are you a good person?"

When Zhu Chunying saw Ye Yichen getting angry at Nalan Zijian again, she glared at Ye Yichen, "Yichen, let me hear what Zijian said first."

Nalan Zijian sighed and said, "Uncle, I know Zixuan prefers arrangement and combination and probability. I happened to know a mathematics professor at Tsinghua University, so I asked my grandfather to forward some information to Zixuan."

Zhu Chunying echoed: "If I hadn't read the information Zi Jian sent, maybe Zixuan wouldn't have received the nomination this time."

Ye Yichen was silent for a while, "Then why didn't you send it directly?"

Before Nalan Zijian could speak, Zhu Chunying said, "You are so bad-tempered, will Zijian dare to send it directly?"

Nalan Zijian laughed and said, "Auntie, you can't blame me for this matter. I judge a gentleman with the heart of a villain."

Zhu Chunying glared at Ye Yichen coquettishly, "Look at how open-minded Zijian is, but you, as a uncle, are too narrow-minded."

Ye Yichen felt quite unhappy, "What you mean is that my villain's heart has saved him a gentleman's affair."

Nalan Zijian quickly said, "Where, where, I just did what a brother should do."

Ye Yichen stared at Nalan Zijian in a daze and asked in disbelief: "You are really just to help Zixuan?"

"Of course, Zixuan won the Fields nomination award for me."

Ye Yichen stared at Nalan Zijian's eyes tightly, "Which professor from Tsinghua University will take me to see you."

Zhu Chunying also echoed: "Yes, Zijian, if you have time, take us to visit us, thank you."

Nalan Zijian smiled and said, "No problem, I'll take you there when I go to see my grandfather first. I'll take you there for two days."

Ye Yichen's cold face gradually became gentler. After a while, he said, "He defeated the Xue family in Jiangzhou, and now he is in Tianjing again. With the urinary nature of your Nalan family, he should not let him go."

.

Nalan Zijian put away his smile, "That's the matter between Ziran and my second uncle. The reason why I separated from the Nalan family is that I don't want to pay attention to these grievances. I believe that it's enough for them to vent his anger.

Half of the Nalan family should be enough for him to take revenge. To be honest, it was indeed the Nalan family who was sorry for him back then. They did not help each other and did not harm each other. I could only do this to this extent.”

"It's rare that there is someone with a conscience in the Nalan family." Although Ye Yichen's words were not very nice, his tone became much gentler.

Nalan Zijian smiled, "It's rare to get a praise from my uncle."

Seeing Nalan Zijian's indifferent look, Ye Yichen couldn't tell whether he believed that Lu Shanmin could destroy the half of the Nalan family, or was very confident that Lu Shanmin could not shake it at all, so he was not worried at all, but Lu Shanmin was dead or alive.

, Whether the Nalan family is dead or alive has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't need to take it seriously.

Nalan Zijian smiled and said, "Uncle, I didn't expect you to care about him very much."

Ye Yichen frowned slightly. He didn't know why he suddenly mentioned Lu Shanmin. Perhaps because Lu Shanmin was born in poverty and similar to him, he had a certain degree of mental bias, not to mention that he was happy to see the Nalan family's unlucky.

He had thought for a while that if it weren't for the entanglement between Lu Shanmin and Zixuan, he might have really appreciated him.

"His life and death have nothing to do with me."

.........

...........

On the third day, Lu Songtao couldn't wait to make an appointment with Lu Shanmin, and also made an appointment with several famous people in the calligraphy world. Lu Shanmin happily accepted the invitation, not only because his surname was Lu, but also because he himself also had a calligraphy hobby.

He has been practicing calligraphy alone for so many years and has never been in contact with people in the calligraphy world. He is also interested in seeing what kind of skills these contemporary calligraphers are.

Lu Shanmin had seen Lu Songtao's calligraphy works, and they were indeed very beautiful, but they were only limited to beauty. In grandfather's words, they only had the form and lacked charm. This is not because his calligraphy skills are not good, but actually his calligraphy skills are

It is already quite high. Whether it is Wang Xizhi, Zhao Mengfu or Song Weizong's thin gold body, it can almost be fake or real. However, the imitation is always imitation, and limited to life experience, it always lacks a ray of soul.

Lu Songtao fully demonstrated the heroic spirit of the rich young man. A simple calligraphy exchange symposium was arranged in a luxurious conference room in a five-star hotel. Each person had a simple and heavy long table, and the pen, ink, paper and ink on the table.

They are all fine products, especially the square inkstone on Lu Songtao's table, which has a strong ink fragrance and a bright color, and it is a valuable old antique at first glance. Everyone's eyes, including Lu Shanmin, were exposed when they saw the square inkstone.

The look of greed.

Lu Songtao naturally introduced Lu Shanmin in a grand and high-profile manner, and almost praised him as the most accomplished calligrapher in the contemporary era.

His excessive boast naturally caused dissatisfaction among others. Each of these people here has been dealing with calligraphy for a lifetime. How could he believe that a young man in his twenties has the high level of calligraphy as Lu Songtao said.

Lu Shanmin didn't care about these people's resentment expressions. In addition to being interested in making friends with Lu Songtao today, he came here with an observation and learning mentality.

According to the agenda of the exchange meeting, everyone had to write a work on the spot. Lu Shanmin was not in a hurry to start writing, but was very interested in watching others write.

Two of them attracted Lu Shanmin's attention. Both of them were gray-haired, and according to Lu Songtao, they were both university professors.

Of course, what attracted Lu Shanmin's attention was not their age, but their strange actions.

One of them opened an exquisite wooden box. Lu Shanmin thought it must have been a good brush inside, but he didn't expect that you had a needle tube, which was the smallest syringe for injecting children.

Another person opened a high-end suitcase, which was not a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but a box of bamboo branches, which were the kind of fine-spotted bamboo that pandas ate.

Lu Shanmin looked at the two of them in surprise and curiosity. Next, Lu Shanmin saw the former solemnly pulling the syringe deep into the inkstone, slowly and rhythmically pulling the push rod, and the black ink gradually flowed into the syringe along the tip of the needle.

, until the ink fills the entire syringe, carefully place the syringe on the table, then close your eyes and mutter something in your mouth.

On the other side, the man took out a pair of scissors to trim the bamboo branches. He was very slow and he was very careful with every scissor. He tilted his head while cutting it, concentrating his mind, as if an old gardener was thinking about how to trim a potted plant.

Perfect.

Lu Shanmin glanced at Lu Songtao in a daze, and Lu Songtao just smiled and signaled him to continue watching.

More than ten minutes passed, the former opened his eyes, his eyes were bright, as if he had gained inspiration for creation. Then Lu Shanmin saw him pick up the needle with his left hand and put his thumb on the push rod with his right hand, stably sting his horse.

step.

With a press of his thumb, a stream of ink sprayed out. At the same time, his horse stance moved horizontally, his feet moved quickly like crabs, and his hands followed up with his wrists and his arms waving.

It's like a set of Tai Chi, or a set of radio gymnastics.

The man danced and moved from one end of the long table to the other end, and finished spraying. After finishing, his feet stood together, his hands drew a circle in the air, and breathed a long breath.

On the table, there is a mottled, continuous or broken line drawing.

Yes, it’s the picture, because Lu Shanmin looked closely for a long time and couldn’t tell what words were written.

On the other side, another master held a bamboo branch in his hand and stirred it in a small bucket filled with ink, brushing it like a long sword unsheathed. If the former was playing Tai Chi, then the master was playing Tai Chi sword.

The sword technique is extremely high until it is mastered by the gods.

The bamboo branches sometimes waving and falling ink in the air, and sometimes rolling on rice paper with good thickness and lightness, and they are also done in one go. After the dance, the bamboo branches are raised high, which has a bit of the style of a sword immortal.

Both masters were smiling and seemed to be very satisfied with their works.

Lu Shanmin's face turned pale and red, and his mind was messy.

All the people present except Lu Shanmin and Lu Songtao had completed it. The two masters looked at Lu Shanmin at the same time, with a look of pride in their eyes.

Lu Shanmin couldn't help but ask: "Master, what words are you writing? Why don't I know any of them?"

The syringe master smiled and said, "The pen is like a dragon and a snake."

Master Zhuzhi touched his beard and said lightly: "It's overturning the world."

Lu Shanmin was so amused and didn't know how to evaluate it.

The syringe master raised his head slightly, looking mysterious, "This is the syringe calligraphy school that I have been studying for more than ten years, and has pushed calligraphy to another mysterious realm."

Lu Shanmin didn't say it directly, but he was thinking in his heart that it was indeed mysterious enough, so mysterious that he didn't know a single word.

Master Zhuzhi stroked his beard and shook his head and said, "This

It is my own natural school. Chinese characters come from everything, and calligraphy does not have to be bound by the pen. Everything can be used as a pen. The essence of my school of thought comes from Taoism's Tao following nature, which pushes calligraphy to the extreme of art.

”.

The others also came over at this time, and they all focused and thought, as if savoring the mysterious realm and the ultimate artistic beauty.

The two are university professors and seniors in the calligraphy world. Lu Shanmin's calligraphy theory level is actually very low, so he cannot tell whether it is art or calligraphy. He can only sigh from another level.

"The eight-meter-long rice paper has only four words written, which is a waste."
To be continued...