Seeing Monk Pu's attitude, Li He found it inappropriate to ask more questions. He just said, "Don't worry. I will do what I can. I promise."
He paused for a moment and then inadvertently showed his worry. He joked, "I will also add two more pieces of paper to your grave. Don't worry."
"That's the best. Thank you. I'm grateful." Monk Pu said, "Buddha said that meeting is fate. It's not too much to give me two more pieces of paper."
"You are a fake monk. I feel it's hypocritical to say such things." Li He smiled reluctantly in order to promote the atmosphere between them.
"If life is only like the first time we met, why does the autumn wind grieve the painting fan?" Monk Pu suddenly said.
"It's good to have no regrets." Li He was embarrassed and didn't know what to say. At this time, He Fang just called for dinner. Therefore, he helped Monk Pu to the living room.
In order not to arouse Monk Pu's appetite, all the dishes on the table were vegetarian, without any oil or smell.
"What a sin, what a sin." Monk Pu expressed his dissatisfaction. He had eaten enough of the broth and cabbages.
"Uncle Pu, I'm sorry." He Fang knew more about Monk Pu's influence than Li He. No matter how many personal relationships they had and how good their friendship was, it was not a joke if Monk Pu got into trouble in her home.
Li Lan took a small bowl and ate by himself silently while Li Yi burst into tears. She had never suffered such grievances. She didn't even have her favorite chicken drumstick.
"Who asked you to cry? Who asked you to cry?" He Fang held her buttocks and slapped her several times.
To Li Yi, such tricks were completely useless. She continued to cry her heart out.
"Oh, go with grandma." Old Lady He couldn't bear it. She rolled her eyes at her daughter and carried her little granddaughter to the kitchen to cook.
Li Lan could only watch helplessly.
"Let's go, naughty boy." He Fang also knew her son's character. She had the same thought as Li He. They both hoped that her son could be more generous. If her son had half of her daughter's character, she would also be gratified.
"Sigh, what a naughty child." Li He couldn't act like a child slave in front of Monk Pu for fear of attracting the other party's attention.
"It's a blessing to have both a son and a daughter." Monk Pu was an astute person all his life. How could he not know what Li He was thinking?
"Not bad." Li He nodded with a smile.
He clinked his teacup against Monk Pu's. Both of them were drinking tea instead of wine.
After the meal, he personally drove Monk Pu back to the temple.
After sitting on the stone bench in the backyard for a while, Monk Pu suddenly felt like writing a piece of calligraphy for Li He.
That would be the best. I couldn't ask for more. " Li He helped to press the Xuan paper. Monk Pu's Xuan paper actually belonged to him as well. In order to practice his calligraphy, he had bought a lot of Xuan paper over the years. Every time Monk Pu, Old Man Zhu, and the others went to his house, they would have to buy some Xuan paper.
Although Monk Pu's body wasn't in good health, his writing was still based on his lifelong instinct. His strokes were still very strong, and it could be said that he could write in one stroke.
"I'll give it to you." After he finished writing, he didn't look at it and slowly sat back down on the stone bench.
? "Make a high-class wish, form a middle-class fate, enjoy low-class happiness; choose a high place to stand, sit on a level ground, and walk towards a wide place." Li He secretly applauded Monk Pu's calligraphy. The knots were opened with vigor, and the strokes were heavy and powerful. Especially the flying white strokes, which were full of vigor, were not something that ordinary calligraphers could achieve.
The so-called flying white strokes referred to the fact that in calligraphy, there were little white marks in the middle of the strokes, which gave people a feeling of flying. It contrasted with the thick ink and the rising ink to enhance the sense of rhythm and rhythm of the work.
Although the ink had dried up, it was obvious that the brush was still moving and twisting. It was still a brush, unlike when he used the flying white strokes deliberately. Usually, in order to achieve the so-called vigorous flying white strokes, he would unconsciously use the method of pressing to the end. To put it bluntly, he was using the brush as a hard brush, which was basically worthless.
"This achievement will never be comparable to Old Man Yu's in this lifetime." Monk Pu sighed and said, "Although I was playful when I was young, my calligraphy skills were honed from the age of three. I have been copying the 'Preface to the Collection of Orchid Pavilions' for ten years, and I have never stopped writing even in the cold and hot seasons.
Those who come from big families have delicate bodies. Some are interested in the four treasures of the study, antiques, and rare objects. Some like to catch crickets, fight eagles, walk dogs, and rear pigeons.
Most of them are experts in this field, and they are experts in cricket fighting and pigeons. They can talk about a cricket jar for three days and three nights without panting.
However, these are not practical ways of making a living. After the Qing Dynasty is gone, these yellow ribbons can't be used to support the family, and it will become a joke.
Even for me, I have to think about my three meals, and whether I should think about the next meal after eating today.
My skill in calligraphy is gradually declining, and I'm not as good as Old Man Yu. He never stopped writing his whole life. Even when he was deeply immersed, he still used the tree trunk to write and draw. He is a person with great perseverance. "
"Even so, your writing is good. I will never be able to compare to you in this lifetime." Li He was speaking from the bottom of his heart. Unless he started to visit famous teachers since he was young, and persisted in practicing hard, there was basically no hope for him to become a great talent with a fixed and unorthodox way of writing.
He definitely belonged to the category of people who lost at the starting line, and could only pin his hopes on his son. Taking advantage of Monk Pu's presence, he should learn more from him.
"It's good to write for fun." Monk Pu smiled proudly, acknowledging Li He's words. You will never be able to compare to me in this lifetime.
It's good to write for fun?
Only God knew how big of a blow this sentence was to Li He. Even a polite compliment of "You're not bad" would make him feel a little better!
He could only study the calligraphy on the stone table again helplessly, and then asked, "Who said this? It sounds familiar. I must have heard of it. "
Monk Pu smiled and said, "Zuo Luozi."
"Who's Zuo Luozi?" Li He still didn't know.
"It's that Zuo Zongtang, that Xiang barbarian." Monk Pu felt it was very tiring to talk to an uncultured person like Li He.
"You can just say Zuo Zongtang." Li He was also helpless against these old foxes who liked to show off their anecdotes.
After the ink had dried, he carefully folded the inscription and stood up to leave.
Just as he walked to the door of the courtyard, he seemed to hear Monk Pu calling him.
"Thank you."
Li He heard these three words very clearly. It seemed that the other party used a lot of strength to say it.
He turned back and said, "Why are you suddenly saying these things?"
"When I was young, there were many people who would listen to me." Monk Pu smiled reluctantly. "But I didn't expect that there would still be people who spoil old men like us. Thank you."
"I'm the one who should say thank you. Following you has broadened my horizons." Li He was distressed. He seemed to have felt something.
"Take care." Monk Pu waved at Li He and returned to the temple hall with the help of a young novice monk. It seemed that those few words just now had used up all his strength.
Li He looked at his back. His heart was sad and his eyes were filled with tears.
He understood that this was the last farewell.
Monk Pu stayed in the sanatorium. He recuperated while doing oral history.
But a few days later, He Fang told Li He that Monk Pu had passed away.
Although he had expected it, Li He couldn't stop his tears from flowing down.
At this moment, he wished so much that people didn't have feelings so that they wouldn't have to suffer so much.
He said to Dong Hao, "Call Master Li and tell him that Monk Pu has passed away."
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