country warlock

Qin Feng nodded, and followed Hu Yaya and others to the hotel. After putting away his luggage, Qin Feng walked alone on the streets of Liushi, wondering what gifts should he buy to meet his prospective father-in-law tonight?

Since Mr. Han told him not to reveal his identity as a senior consultant last time, Qin Feng has a new understanding of the rules and regulations of civil servants. Instead of giving gifts to his prospective father-in-law before, Qin Feng might give some tacky things like golden cows and horses As for the stuff, this time Qin Feng has gained knowledge and knows that giving gifts to leaders should not be given indiscriminately, but after thinking about it for a long time, he doesn't know what to give.

After thinking for a while, Qin Feng didn't bother with that thought anymore, he took out his phone book, and found a public phone on the side of the road: "Hello, Uncle Liu, I'm Qin Feng, hehe, excuse me, I want to ask When Mayor Ye gives gifts, is there any particularity?"

"A gift?" Liu Hongwei on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned. He covered the receiver, looked at Ye Xianyun and Ding Tongshu who were sitting in the office amusedly, and said in a low voice, "It's Qin Feng, who is thinking about giving it to you, Old Ye." Giving gifts."

"Calligraphy and painting..." Ye Xianyun said simply.

Ding Tongshu instructed in a low voice: "Remember to tell him not to exceed the quota."

Liu Hongwei nodded: "Hey, well, let's send calligraphy and paintings, remember not to buy too expensive ones, otherwise it will be regarded as bribery. What? How much is too expensive? Less than 1 yuan!"

Liu Hongwei put down the microphone angrily: "Qin Feng has such a big tone, it seems that gifts worth tens of thousands of dollars are not very valuable to him."

Ye Xianyun rarely showed a smile: "I can't be stingy when I give gifts to my father-in-law. Hongwei, it seems that every time Qin Feng goes to your place, he never thinks of bringing any gifts?"

"He is seeing a doctor for me, what gift do you want?"

Ding Tongshu interjected with a smile, "Who said that doctors don't give gifts to patients? I remember when you went to the No. [-] Hospital for headache for treatment, the dean refused to ask for your medical expenses and gave you a bunch of supplements." ?"

Liu Hongwei stared and said, "Those Mongolian doctors didn't cure me, so naturally they have to apologize."

After thinking about it, Liu Hongwei was also happy: "But if Qin Feng gives me a gift, or asks me for something, maybe I will really get angry. Hehe, it's funny to say, how many people expect to be able to follow me?" I climbed into friendship, but this kid is good, every time he comes to treat a disease on time, he pats his ass and leaves after the treatment, let alone gifts, he doesn't even say a few words of flattery, alas."

Ye Xianyun squinted at Liu Hongwei: "The question is, doesn't your old Liu like this style?"

"That's right. If he had followed me to flatter me, I would have kicked him away." Liu Hongwei said with a smile, "Lao Ye, you are the best. Qin Feng will give a big gift when he comes to the door for the first time. I'm a little jealous that you have a good daughter."

Ye Xianyun looked at Ding Tongshu: "Doesn't Lao Ding also have a daughter? It's a pity that the dog is incompetent, so I have to pay more attention to choosing a son-in-law."

Ding Tong wrote to Ye Xianyun's provocative gaze and smiled: "Although your daughter is good, she is far away in the sky, hehe, thanks to our sister Kejing, if she hadn't sent Xiao Wan'er to the United States to study abroad, she would have been so far away. I really have nothing to do with my old man."

Hearing Ding Tongshu talk about his seemingly shrewd but narrow-minded and ignorant wife, Ye Xianyun frowned slightly. He took a sip from his teacup, wondering what gift Qin Feng would give me tonight? ...

Calligraphy and painting?Qin Feng on the other end of the phone put down the phone, frowned and thought while paying the money to the aunt who guarded the public phone, completely oblivious to the fact that the other party was frightened into a fool: a gift for Mayor Ye? Does 3 yuan count as bribery?Today's young people are really scary!

Qin Feng asked the traffic police on the street, and learned that there were several calligraphy and painting shops in the pedestrian street of Liushi, so he found a taxi and went to a place called Houde Lane.Entering the pedestrian street, there are indeed many kinds of gifts for sale inside: famous porcelain, jade, handicrafts, calligraphy and painting and oil paintings are of course indispensable.

Qin Feng entered a calligraphy and painting shop called 'Mobaozhai', where two people, one old and one young, were sitting and drinking tea.The young one seemed to be a clerk. When he saw Qin Feng coming in, he didn't stand up to greet him, but nodded to Qin Feng with a smile, and spread his right hand to signal Qin Feng to look casually. He was not as humble as an ordinary store clerk at all.

Qin Feng had a good impression in his heart, but he couldn't help frowning when he stepped forward to see those calligraphy and paintings.In the middle of the store is a "back" shaped glass counter, which sells all kinds of pens, inks, papers and inkstones. There are nearly [-] large and small calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. ", "Mountain Road Pine Sound Picture", "Eight Steeds Picture" and other scrolls, of course, are all fakes without exception...

"Boss, is there no real work?"

The clerk sitting there drinking tea was amused by Qin Feng's words. He came over and pointed to a picture in front of Qin Feng. There was a small label with the price on it: "Sir, the authentic paintings and calligraphy are from antique shops. Well, you see, this eight-foot hanging painting only sold for [-]. Of course, it cannot be the authentic work of Cao Sheng, but it is the work of Zhong Hanshan, the vice president of our Liushi Calligraphy Association. Expensive."

Qin Feng had a look of incredulity: "The vice president of the Calligraphy Association is at this level? Isn't he too crafty?"

When the clerk heard that, the expression on his face was extremely wonderful: This young man with long hair looks like an artist, but his tone is really crazy.

Another man of a certain age who was sitting and drinking tea stood up and said mockingly: "I want to imitate the meaning of Cao Sheng's calligraphy in this picture, but I just want to imitate it, but I put the most important word 'Shuiyi' in the Suyi post." I lost it and made this little brother laugh."

Qin Feng nodded his head as a matter of course: "It's not bad, the imitation in this room is considered to be the most profound in your writing."

Zhong Hanshan's face turned bitter, thinking that he, a professional calligrapher in his fifties, should be laughed at by this young man, what a shame.Fortunately, he was open-minded by nature, so he didn't get angry with Qin Feng, but just smiled wryly to himself.

Just because Zhong Hanshan is not angry does not mean that other people are not angry. The clerk said unconvinced: "This gentleman also seems to know calligraphy, why don't you just buy a few pieces of Tanxi rice paper in our store and open our eyes on the spot."

When the clerk said this, he deliberately wanted to make a fool of this guy with high eyesight and low hands.Sure enough, Qin Feng frowned and said, "I'm going to take my calligraphy and painting to give away to someone this evening, how can I have time to frame it now?"

The clerk sneered in his heart, but his face was full of sunshine: "It's okay, it's okay, there are scrolls prepared in our shop, I'll go and take them out for you to have a look."

Zhong Hanshan saw that his friend who opened the store had indifferent eyes, and knew that he wanted Qin Feng to make a fool of himself, so he quickly stopped him: "Xiaomei, don't be joking, the mounted scroll is wrongly written, isn't it going to cause disputes?"

The clerk surnamed Mei knew that Mr. Zhong was soft-hearted again, he sighed and was about to give up, but the arrogant kid said with a surprised face: "Why did you make a mistake? Go and get it, it just so happens that I haven't drawn symbols for a few days... oh , No, it’s because I haven’t written for several days.”

The clerk stomped his feet, thinking that you were going to make a fool of yourself, but you can't blame me for being dark.He took out a few framed blank scrolls from the cabinet: "Look, sir, the price of these blank scrolls is not expensive at all, more than 50 yuan a pair. They are made of high-quality mahogany and the paper is authentic Huixuan. If you are confident, writing a copy on the spot and giving it to others, wouldn't it be more face-saving?"

Zhong Hanshan was sweating behind his back, thinking that you dare to sell a blank scroll that costs four yuan for 50 yuan, you really are a profiteer, a profiteer.

Qin Feng frowned and said, "It shouldn't be a problem to give gifts and handwriting written by myself?"

The clerk sneered secretly in his heart, thinking that this kid really had stage fright: "Don't worry, sir, the banner written by yourself will show your heart and level."

Zhong Hanshan thought that it was correct to say so, but the problem was that if the writing was not good, what level would it look like?Smelly level right?Unexpectedly, the young man nodded and said, "Okay, the paper and the mounting technique are good, so I'll write it myself."

Zhong Hanshan and the clerk were dumbfounded: Is this person arrogant or possessing special skills?Could it be that his calligraphy is better than the well-known calligraphers in Liushi?The unbelieving clerk brought a brush and inkstone, poured ink into it, and waited for Qin Feng to wield it.

Qin Feng picked up the pen, dipped it in the ink, tried the nib in the inkstone, nodded and said: "Good pen! But what should I write?"

Zhong Hanshan couldn't help asking: "Little brother, who are you going to give this letter to? What is his identity?"

Qin Feng looked at this kind and enthusiastic uncle, and replied with a smile: "It's my father-in-law, about the same age as you, a civil servant, the kind with a job."

"Then send Zhuxi poems, civil servants like this. For example, Qinyuanchun Snow or something."

Qin Feng shook his head: "That's too domineering, it's not good, I'd better write "Qinyuanchun·Changsha"."

The clerk couldn't help interjecting: "Zhu Xi's poems are not easy to imitate, I think you should change to one with a lower degree of difficulty."

Qin Feng still shook his head: "Why do you want to imitate, I only borrow poems, and the words are still mine."

Holding a pen, Qin Feng calculated the size of the banner and the number of words in the poem, and hung his elbows to write the eight characters "Independence in cold autumn, the Xiangjiang River goes north". , "Huh" at the same time.

"Good characters, good characters!" Zhong Hanshan couldn't help applauding, "Although these eight characters are not the font of the main seal, but the charm is very similar, little brother, you really are not simple."

The clerk was also dumbfounded. This long-haired young man really has a knack for writing these eight characters in one go without sloppiness. Moreover, he didn't even read the poems. The way of writing characters is rare among young people.

Qin Feng lowered his head slightly, and had no time to talk to these two people who were amazed. He followed his pen all the way, immersed in Wang Yang's wanton poetic mood: "Eagle hits the sky, fish flies in the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete for freedom. Feel melancholy, ask the boundless land, who is responsible for the ups and downs? Bring a hundred couples to travel, recalling the past years and years. Just a classmate who is young, in the prime of life; bookish, scolding Fang Qiu. Pointing to the country, stimulating the words, the dung was once tens of thousands of households. Have you ever remembered that when the current hits the water, the waves hold back the flying boat?"

Qin Feng finished writing in one go, and the clerk Xiaomei was already stupid—this is really too cruel, there is no need for grids or vertical lines, and the more than 100 characters are neatly allocated without any skew or out of line.This calligraphy is eloquent and unrestrained like a fairy walking, full of aura and compelling.