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With Monk Pu's attitude, Li He couldn't ask any more questions and just said, "Don't worry, I will do whatever I can, I promise."

After a pause, worry flashed across his face inadvertently, and he joked, "I'll put two more pieces of paper on your grave, so 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 fake monk said this, but I think it's hypocritical. There is no need to talk so much about our relationship." Although Li He was trying to improve the atmosphere between the two of them, he smiled very reluctantly.

"If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan with sadness?" Monk Pu said suddenly.

"It's good to be a human being without regrets." Li Hezheng was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say. At this time, He Fang happened to call for dinner, so he helped Monk Pu to the living room.

In order not to arouse Monk Pu's appetite, the table was filled with vegetarian dishes, not even a bit oily.

"Sin, sin." Monk Pu expressed his dissatisfaction. He had enough of cabbage in clear soup.

"Uncle Pu, I have wronged you." He Fang was more aware of Monk Pu's influence than Li He. No matter how many personal relationships or good friendships there were, if something happened to Monk Pu in her house, it would not be a joke. For play.

Li Lan kept silent and ate his own food from a small bowl, but Li Yi burst into tears. She had never experienced such grievance, not even the chicken drumsticks she liked.

"Let you cry, let you cry." He Fang slapped her buttocks with a few slaps.

For Li Yi, this routine was of no use at all, and she continued to cry sadly.

"Oh, follow grandma." Old Mrs. He couldn't bear it. She rolled her eyes at her daughter and carried her granddaughter to the kitchen to turn on the stove.

But Li Lan could only watch helplessly.

"Let's go, naughty boy." He Fang also knew her son's character. She and Li He had the same thoughts, they both wanted to be more generous. She would be happy if her son had half the temperament of her daughter.

"Hey, what a naughty kid." Li He didn't like being a slave in front of Monk Pu, for fear of attracting his attention.

"Both sons and daughters, blessings, no words to say." Monk Pu has been a shrewd person all his life, but he doesn't know what Li He is thinking.

"Let's make do." Li He nodded with a smile.

He held a tea cup and touched it with Monk Pu. Both of them drank tea instead of wine.

After eating, he personally drove Monk Pu back to the temple.

After sitting on the stone bench in the backyard for a while, Monk Pu wanted to write a calligraphy for Li He on a whim.

"That's the best, I wish for it." Li He helped press the rice paper. In fact, these rice papers from Monk Pu also belong to him. He didn't know how much he bought in order to practice calligraphy over the years. Monk Pu and Old Man Zhu every time they go to him Things should always be smooth at home.

Although Monk Pu is in poor health, writing is purely based on a lifelong instinct. His writing is still very powerful and can be said to be accomplished overnight.

"Send it to you." After writing it, he slowly sat back on the stone bench without looking at it.

"Make high-level vows, make middle-level fate, and enjoy low-level blessings; choose a high place to stand, sit on a flat place, and walk to a wide place." Li He secretly applauded Monk Pu's calligraphy. The deep and powerful calligraphy, especially the splashing of white feathers, is beyond the reach of ordinary calligraphers.

The so-called flying white means that in calligraphy creation, there are little white marks in the middle of the strokes, which can give people the feeling of flying and contrast with the thick and swollen ink to enhance the rhythm and rhythm of the work.

Although the ink has dried up, it can be clearly seen that the brush he uses still has a handle and twist, and it is still a brush. It is not like when he uses Fei Bai very deliberately. Usually in order to achieve this so-called Fei Bai Qiujin, he uses They will unconsciously use the pressing method. To put it bluntly, they use the brush as a hard pen, which is basically worthless.

"This achievement will be unmatched by the old man in my lifetime." Monk Pu sighed, "Although I was playful when I was young, my calligraphy was developed by practicing it since I was three years old. I just copied the "Preface to the Lanting Collection". For ten years, the writing was never stopped during the cold winter and the scorching heat.

Those who come from big families have delicate bodies. Some aim at the four treasures of the study and antiques. Some like to catch crickets, walk dogs, and raise pigeons. Anyway, they are just for fun.

Most people are dedicated to fighting crickets and raising pigeons. They are top-notch players who can catch you talking about a jar of crickets for three days and three nights without even taking a breath.

But these are not pragmatic livelihoods. After the Qing Dynasty is gone, these yellow belts cannot support their wealth, and they have become a joke.

Even I have to think about three meals. After eating now, I have to think about the next meal.

This calligraphy skill gradually improved, and it was not as good as the old man. He never stopped writing in his life. Even when he was in prison, he still used tree trunks to write and draw. He was a man of great perseverance. "

"Even so, no matter what you write, I can't compare with you in this life." Li He said it sincerely. Unless he started visiting famous teachers since he was a child and practiced hard persistently, otherwise his established wild path would be There is basically no hope of being a late bloomer.

He definitely falls into the category of being lost at the starting line. He can only place his hopes on his son. While Pu Monk is here, it is more serious to follow him and learn more.

"Just write it and play with it." Monk Pu smiled proudly, which was regarded as acknowledgment of Li He's words. You will never be able to compare with him in this life.

Just write and play?

God knows how much this sentence hit Li He. Even if it was a polite compliment, "You are not bad," he would feel better!

He could only helplessly study the words on the stone table carefully, and then asked, "Who said this? It sounds familiar. I must have heard it before."

Monk Pu smiled and said, "Left mule."

"Who is Zuo Mulie?" Li He still didn't know.

"Of course it's that Xiang barbarian Zuo Zongtang." Monk Pu felt that it was tiring to talk to an uneducated person like Li He.

"Why don't you just tell Zuo Zongtang?" Li He had no choice but to deal with these old men who liked to show off their anecdotes.

After the ink on the inscription dried, he carefully folded it and stood up to say goodbye.

As soon as he reached the door of the courtyard, he heard Monk Pu calling him.

"Thank you."

Li He heard these three words clearly, as if the other party had made great efforts to say them.

He turned around and said, "Why are you saying this all of a sudden?"

"There are many people who will follow me when I'm young." Monk Pu smiled reluctantly, "But I never thought that when I'm old, there will still be people who are spoiling us old men. Thank you."

"I am the one who wants to say thank you. I have learned a lot by following you." Li He felt sad in his heart, as if he felt something.

"Let's go slowly." Monk Pu waved his hand to Li He and returned to the Buddhist hall with the support of the little novice monk. It seemed that those few words just now used up all his strength.

Li He looked at his back with sadness in his heart and hazy tears.

He understood that this was a final goodbye.

Monk Pu was admitted to a sanatorium, and he was doing oral history while recuperating.

But a few days later, He Fang told Li He that Monk Pu had gone.

Although he had expected it, Li He couldn't stop his tears from flowing down.

At this moment, how much he hoped that it would be better if people didn't have feelings, so there wouldn't be such pain.

He said to Dong Hao, "Call Master Li and tell him that Monk Pu is gone."

As for whether Li Shubai came back or not, that was out of his control. He had to notify him.