The leisurely life of rebirth.

After Yuan Qifang dipped the brush in his hand, he pondered for a moment while holding the brush, his gentle demeanor suddenly became sharper, and he wrote like a snake, flowing freely, in one go, and freely.

After collecting the last stroke, Yuan Qifang gracefully threw away the brush in his hand, took a step back, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at the words he had just completed in a leisurely manner.

"Little brother! This calligraphy has improved a lot!" Mrs. Yan scratched her chin with her index finger and thought for a moment.

"The font is strong and straight, but also flexible and connotative. In this pair of characters, you can faintly see the opposition and unity of movement and stillness, rigidity and softness, comfort and restraint, emptiness and reality, and have the strength of the Tao." Fang Monan rubbed his chin. commented. "The fragrance of ink is eternal, and the aura is full of romance."

"Hehe...you girl can really talk." Yuan Qifang said cheerfully. [

"Little brother, the girl is right! Looking at this picture, it's like climbing a high mountain and looking up at the wind and clouds, or facing the sea and looking at the white waves and smoke. It's a stroke of one foot, one stroke of the pen and ink. If you don't see your realm I went up one level." Madam Yan laughed, "I'm not a princess selling melons, I'm just selling melons and boasting."

"That's why it's said: the momentum is unstoppable' the momentum is irresistible'hiding the head'the round pen belongs to the paper'so that the center of the brush is always in the stippling. The tail is 'the dot is exhausted' and it is collected with all the strength. The disease' comes out of the pecking ’ is within the tightness of the vertical pen. The brush pen’ is used by Bi Fengjun.” Yan Guangxing gave a thumbs up and said, “My uncle’s writing is beautiful.”

"Hehe...Uncle Yuan's grasp of the degree is very good. The font looks simple and complicated. It is rigorous and arbitrary, it is melodious and open-minded.

It is dignified and elegant; it is popular and elegant.It's rational and emotional, it's naive and sophisticated.In your current writing, Buddhism and Taoism are implicitly contained.Buddha and Tao hold the same principle that good fortune can only be achieved through meditation; only devout faith can reach the ultimate state. "Fang Monan looked up at him and said, "This may be the feeling from last night. "

"Yes! What the girl said is right! Comprehension of Tao!" Yuan Qifang said quite emotionally, "Tao, what is Tao? Tao is the path of your life, a process, and everything you have to experience. To comprehend The Tao must follow its own way, and everyone has its own way. The Tao lies in the heart, born from the heart, and born from life so that it cannot be told by outsiders or pointed out by predecessors, but it can only be understood by oneself. The world Only when you have picked up something can you be qualified to let it go. Only when you have it can you experience the pain of loss. There is no good in evil, and there is no beauty in ugliness. , know its shape, and righteousness is only comprehended by everyone. Tao is actually fate, that is, yourself. When you were born, you actually had Tao, but the form and quality of Tao are controlled by you and understood by you. When your life is over, when you look back at everything, when the good outweighs the evil and the beauty outweighs the ugliness, you have attained the Tao..."

"My uncle has recovered from his illness, and he has become a fairy." Yan Guangxing joked with a smile.

Yuan Qifang was also very satisfied when he looked at this picture, "Girl, I'll go and paste this picture, and then how about I give it to you!"

"No problem, I will definitely hang it in the study when I get home." Fang Monan said solemnly.

Mrs. Yan thought that this girl could talk, so she coaxed the little brother to smile, "Little brother, wouldn't it be better to match it with a lotus picture!"

"Sister, you're right!" Yuan Qifang looked up at Fang Monan and asked kindly, "When will the girl leave?"

"Leave at the end of the month!"

Yuan Qifang calculated that there was still time, and there were more than ten days left, "I'll give it to you when the frame is finished."

"Okay!" Fang Monan said.

' Didi..., the phone of the big brother rang, and the voice was from Yan Guangxing.

Yan Guangxing made an apologetic gesture, walked out of the study with his big brother, and walked back after a while, "My company is busy, mom, can you leave, brother-in-law! I will see you off."

Yuan Qifang and his brother thought about it, and they decided to leave first, so they had to go home to see their old mother.The old man also called yesterday to ask about his younger brother, but he hasn't had a call since he was on a business trip for so long.Maybe it's the heart-to-heart connection between mother and child, and the old man has a feeling in his heart.

Yan Guangxing asked again, "Nannan, when will you return to Pengcheng?"

Fang Monan laughed, "Tomorrow!"

"It's not a coincidence that it's raining today, otherwise someone will take you to have fun." Yan Guangxing said regretfully. [

"Okay, you are busy with your work, I am a living person and I can't arrange it myself! Besides, Brother He is here!" Fang Monan pointed to the big man who was packing up the brushes and inkstones.

"Da Jun, right! Take good care of Nan Nan!" Yan Guangxing said, patting He Junyao on the shoulder.

He Junyao's shoulders stiffened and he almost threw Yan Guangxing away. With his strength, Yan Guangxing would die if he didn't die.But Yan Guangxing unconsciously walked around the death line.

"I've booked the room for three days, if you're not in a hurry! You can have fun here." Yan Guangxing said.

"Yes! Got it." Fang Monan said.

Fang Monan and He Junyao waved, smiled and watched the elevator door close before turning back to the room.Uh..." Fang Monan stretched, "It's still long at night!What's next?" he said to himself.

"Reading!" He Junyao said slowly and forcefully, walking leisurely.

Fang Monan snapped his fingers, "I have won my heart, go to the study!"

In the study room, the bookshelves on the front wall were full of books, "Bang bang..." Fang Monan bounced around like a jumping bean, his fingertips almost reached the book he wanted to read.

Suddenly feeling the presence of a person behind her, Fang Monan saw a big and slender hand with well-defined joints, coming from behind and reaching above her head.

Fang Monan's eyes flickered slightly, and he was slightly taken aback.

Her back was pressed against his solid chest, bringing a very slight tingling feeling. His bronze long arm lightly touched her white arm that was still raised high, and then he took it down calmly. The book "Three Coffins" that Mo Nan wanted to read, "Is this the one?" And his breathing was also very close, just above the head and next to the ear.

When Fang Monan realized that He Junyao was in his arms, He Junyao took a step back. Fortunately, he let go of her in time and put the book in her hand.With a serious face, he said, "It's this one!" Then he turned to other books and chose the one he wanted to read.Sitting on the sofa with a book in his hand, he read through it calmly.

In the blink of an eye, the sweet atmosphere in the air disappeared completely.Suddenly, it seemed that the light touch just now was just a dream, and the warm and smooth feeling seemed to remain in the arms.

Sitting on the boss chair, Fang Monan leaned against the back of the leather chair, glanced at him, calm and calm, and began to read a book.

And He Junyao felt that after Fang Monan's eyes left him, her freshness and a faint fragrance of flowers seemed to remain in the nostrils, and the touch of the white and smooth skin seemed to remain on his arms.This made him feel a little restless, but he was very comfortable and comfortable.

It's a pity that the time is too short.

The room was quiet, warm, and sweet, with only the rustling sound of flipping through books. He Junyao broke the silence first, "I love to read detective novels so much."

"Three Coffins" John.dixon.Carr's famous detective novels, Carr was an important writer in the golden age of theory novels, and Agatha.Christie, Ellery.Quinn also called the "Big Three of the Golden Age".He is uniquely good at conceiving the theme of secret rooms, and has designed more than [-] different types of secret rooms in his life.

A person walked into the house and then evaporated; a person was shot to death in the snow, and the footprints of the second person around were two unimaginable events, coupled with supernatural events such as brotherly grievances, corpse resurrection, and evil curses, "Three Coffins" The pinnacle of impossible crime fiction.

"King of the Chamber of Secrets" John.Dixon.Carl's highest achievement, ranked first in the list of the world's top ten secret rooms selected by Edward Hawke.

"This book really lives up to its reputation. Either of the two perfect secret rooms is a unique swan song. And the book cleverly connects them with a special bond. And Gideon. Dr. Phil eloquently stated various possible types of the so-called secret room, and analyzed its formation and principle, and the conclusion is of course: "The so-called secret room is essentially an illusion. "It's a classic doctrine that lovers of theory must read." Fang Monan put down the book in his hand, looked up at him and said, "Other detective novels, if the reader is careful, can tell who the murderer is. But Karl is impossible Criminal tricks as the core skeleton, a novel with complex plot, exquisite plmt design, extraordinary atmosphere, meticulous logic and vivid characters. It is hard to guess.”[

Impossible mysteries need an equally impossible atmosphere to set off, creating an effect that is both illusory and real.Karl uses the gothic scenes of ancient legends to naturally set off the sense of supernatural horror.

"He is really good at writing. In Carl's more than [-] novels and short stories, he has written almost all conceivable and unimaginable impossible crime mysteries, and designed more than [-] kinds of secret rooms. Christie also sighs to herself. Readers have no doubts whether the technique in the novel can be realized, because Karl has personally tested it to ensure the feasibility of the trick." He Junyao said in a low and magnetic voice, slowly but forcefully. "This is even more attractive. "Three Coffins" has an extraordinary status among secret room novels. One factor is that it contains two extremely unimaginable secret rooms (one is a generalized secret room on the snow), and the other factor is that it is written by Dr. Phil. In fact, no matter which one it is, it is enough to make this work famous forever. It is not an exaggeration for "Three Coffins" to be the first secret room masterpiece in the history of science."

"En! En!" Fang Monan nodded frequently like a chicken eating rice.

"Brother He! You talk a lot."