Talk about the world of mortals in detail

When they heard Yi Abao say that he had his uncle's calligraphy treasure, others quickly begged him to take it out and take a look.

"Brother Yi, if you have it, can you let me wait and see?" "Yes, Abao, let me have a look!"

"How can we know if you're bragging if you don't show us?"

Abao frowned.

"It's just a little troublesome."

The other people, who were already curious, immediately urged and begged.

"What's the trouble?" "Abao, you said that your uncle is very accomplished in calligraphy."

"Yes, you have aroused our curiosity. You clearly have a calligraphy treasure but you don't show it to us. What does this mean?"

Abao felt somewhat embarrassed and uneasy now. He had just spoken too much. In fact, it had been a few years since he last read Grandpa Uncle's handwriting.

What if a friend looks at it and thinks the words are just like that?

The writing is beautiful, but what if it cannot compare to Master? And it's stained with a pool of ink, so I can't handle it.

"Abao, are you really bragging? Are you afraid to show it to us now?"

After repeatedly pleading and being aroused by these words, Abao gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Okay! Just take a look. Just wait here and I'll get it!"

"That's great!" "Go back quickly!"

"Wait!"

Abao said as he stood up and opened the door to the study. After going out, he quickly closed the door to keep out the cold wind.

Several people in the study started talking again.

"Do you think Brother Yi is bragging?" "I don't think it looks like that, but why should he hesitate?"

"Indeed." "Oh, we'll find out later!"

"But have you ever heard of the great calligrapher named Yi?" "And he's still alive."

"I guess I've never heard of it."

On the other side, Abao had already come out of the study and crossed the yard to the wing on the other side. At this moment, they were still drinking and chatting in the front yard, and his father did not return to the room.

Abao pushed open the door of his parents' room and found the old box in the corner of the room without lighting a lamp. It was left behind when the old house was not demolished. It contained some things belonging to his great-grandfather and things left by his uncle. .

To be honest, Yi Baokang and Yi Yongan would never touch the contents in this box, and they had already said that they were for Abao.

So Abao didn't think there was anything inappropriate in taking it for a look. He opened the box and took out the old lacquered mahogany box, then quickly returned to the study.

The people in the study were chatting when they suddenly saw the door being opened and Abao coming back with a lacquered red wooden box, and they all immediately gathered together.

"Bring it?" "Inside?"

"Of course it's inside, get out of the way!"

As Bao said, he walked to the bookcase and put the wooden box on it. A group of people stared at the box.

This box is dark red, with a lot of paint peeling off, but the areas where the paint has peeled off are also patinated, and it looks very old.

And seeing how serious A Bao was, even some of the carefree people around him became serious, as if they were facing a master's assessment.

Abao opened the lock and carefully opened the wooden box. Stored inside were two old pens, a damaged old inkstone, and a rolled-up piece of paper with obvious traces of ink.

Abao carefully took out the piece of paper, then placed it on the desk and slowly unfolded it. Although most of the paper was soaked in ink, the rest of the visible text was also revealed to everyone.

Just after seeing this article, everyone, including Abao, was quickly distracted by the words.

The floating clouds are swaying gently, the aura is compelling, the iron hook is drawn with silver, and the movement is like a swimming dragon.

As a student of Yuezhou Academy, I have seen many works by famous artists. Many of the masters in the academy also like calligraphy and even require students to copy some copybooks, so they naturally have a certain appreciation for calligraphy.

But the words in front of me gave people a special kind of shock. Even Yi Abao, who had seen him many times before, couldn't help but feel shocked. Every time he saw his uncle's words, he felt that they were different from the last time. Every time he saw them, he felt that they were different. Amazing!

"This, is this the calligraphy of your uncle, Brother Yi?"

"I, why do I feel that this calligraphy is better than the original work of Yan Qin, a book maniac? Is it my misunderstanding?"

"I'm afraid you're not the only one who feels this way" "I can't add more, I can't add more!"

"But it's such a pity that ink was spilled on it!" "Oh, I'm so sad!"

Before Abao could say anything, several people around him were already beating their chests and stamping their feet.

"I really want to read the whole story!" "I have so much calligraphy in front of me, but I can't see the whole story, alas!"

"Hey, why is it stained with so much ink?"

Abao himself had just recovered from the shock. He was still very satisfied with the reactions of several friends. Hearing these words, he couldn't help but think back to the beginning.

"When I was a child, my uncle was writing in the lobby of his home. When he was about to finish writing, the legs of the table broke, everything on the table fell off, and the ink spilled on the words."

Several people gathered around the paper and looked at it again and again, their regrets and longings palpable.

"Brother Yi, where are your uncle and others?" "Yes, where has your uncle gone and when will he come back?"

"Can you ask for a calligraphy treasure for me when you come back?" "I want it too!"

"And me!" "Brother Yi, there is a little sister in my family who is only two years younger than me. Although she is not very old, she is already as beautiful as a flower. In the future..."

Abao's head was pounding and he waved his hands quickly.

"No, no, no, no, stop talking! How can I be my uncle's boss? Besides, he hasn't been back for many years."

"Then how long was the last time your uncle went out and came back?"

Someone asked this question, which made Abao speechless for a moment, and it took him a while to answer.

"It seems...decades."

"Ah?" "What?" "Decades?"

Others suspected that they heard it wrong, but Abao smiled bitterly, and it was indeed true.

Seeing Abao like this, several friends were a little depressed, but they still held on to hope.

"Brother Yi, let's be honest, who is your uncle?" "Yes, who is he?"

"Based on this word, if Yan Qin was still alive and saw it, he would never be so arrogant as to say that Dayong's three hundred years of calligraphy only favored him!"

"Although it's a bit exaggerated, I think Brother Zhang is right!"

"Agree!" "Second!"

"Uh, Abao, just tell us. What's our relationship? We will never go out and talk nonsense!"

"Yes, just tell us!"

A Bao was happy and proud that his uncle was so recognized, and his face also showed a bit of pride.

"My uncle never said that I was not allowed to tell others. My grandfather's original name was Yi Hanlin, and he changed his name later. My uncle's name has always been Yi Shuyuan!"

"Yi Shuyuan?"

As soon as they heard the names "Hanlin" and "Shuyuan", several people knew which words they were.

"Well, Mr. Registrar showed me one of his framed poems, which was also written by my uncle. So I know that besides his real name, my uncle also has another name called Yi Daozi!"

The others nodded slightly and took "Tao" as their nickname. Are they claiming that their skills are close to Taoism? But they do have the capital to be proud of themselves.

But after searching all the memories, I couldn't think of anything about these two names. I can only say that they must be hermits.

"By the way, what's the name of the word on this copybook?"

"Grandpa Uncle didn't leave any words, but my father asked him about it back then. If I remember correctly, it should be called "The Change of Heaven and Earth"."

"The world has changed?" "This New Year's Eve is really worth it!"

"yes."

Several people were very excited. This was obviously a hermit with a lot of stories. They didn't expect that their classmate's family had such a rich background!

"Brother Yi, why aren't these words framed?" "Yes, don't you feel sad about such a poor way of preservation?"

"That's right, if you leave it like this, it won't break after a few years!"

"Would you like to frame it?"

After everyone's encouragement, Yi Abao also felt that this calligraphy should be framed. After all, it was old paper and had turned yellow, so it should be kept properly.

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Framing calligraphy and paintings is not something that a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old academy students can do. Not to mention that the Yi family does not have the corresponding tools. Even if they did, they would not dare to handle such precious calligraphy by themselves.

After asking their father and grandfather, and convincing the two elders with their friends, the six people, including Yi Abao, hurried out on the second day of the new year and took a carriage directly to Yuanjiang County.

Everywhere in the city is lively during the New Year, not to mention the various calligraphy and painting stalls set up.

But of course the six of them couldn't just find a roadside stall and ask someone to help frame calligraphy and paintings. Yuezhou Academy had a master whose hometown was in Yuanjiang County, so it would be much more reliable to find a master for this kind of thing.

The Yi family had given gifts to the Master here before, so Yi Abao still knew where the Master's house was.

The six of them got off the car and went to look for the wife together. Naturally, they couldn't forget the gifts, but they mainly focused on eating. They were all very excited at this moment.

"Do you think Master Li would be shocked if he saw this word?" "Then you still need to ask?"

"Hehehe, can't wait to see what he looks like!"

After walking across the streets and alleys, the six of them soon arrived at the door of a small courtyard in a residential area in the city. One of them impatiently knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong" "Dong dong dong"

After a few knocks, a man in his thirties opened the door.

"You are?"

As soon as the man asked the question, the six people saw an old man behind him in front of the house looking out the door. They all immediately bowed inwards and said in unison.

"Students are here to wish Mr. Li a happy new year!"

"Okay, okay, as long as you have this heart! Please come in quickly, how about having lunch here today?"

The old master had a smile on his face. During the New Year period, some students came to visit him especially when there were other guests at home. He was still very smiling.

"Master Xie! By the way, these are the cakes I brought for you!" "This is preserved fruit!"

"There are still two kilograms of fine wine!"

"Hahahahaha"

The old master looked at the six students and felt that they were particularly pleasing to the eye, so he came over to greet them personally.

Of course, the Master's family couldn't be as big as the current Yi family, but it was much better than ordinary families. When six people entered, other guests sitting or standing in the family also looked over, there must be seven or eight people.

But obviously compared to other guests, the old master would be more inclined to entertain students who rarely come to his door.

However, there is no dedicated study room at home, so we set up a table in the living room to entertain. There are three large square tables in there now, and we will also have dinner here later.

After tea, snacks and some pleasantries, the six students finally couldn't help but reveal their purpose.

The old master was also extremely surprised when he heard this.

"Framer? Family calligraphy and painting?"

The six of them had discussed it when they came, and they only mentioned the family calligraphy and painting of the Yi family, without stating that it was written by Grandpa Yi Abao.

"Yes, Master, that word is truly amazing!" "It can't be accomplished without the help of a saint from the book!"

"That's right, Yan Qin may not dare to compare with him even when he was alive!"

Upon hearing this, the old master immediately glared at the speaker.

"Stop talking nonsense! Since you brought it, let me see it!"

Some of the chatting guests nearby also heard their conversation. It was obvious that many of them were knowledgeable about literature and they were looking at them happily.

Abao opened a wooden box he had brought, and inside was the piece of paper stored alone. He, like several friends around him, had a smile on his face.

When the paper slowly unfolded, the words on the paper were clearly revealed, and the old master's pupils couldn't help but dilate.

Some of the onlookers were also stunned.

After a while, the old master finally came back to his senses, and his voice was already trembling.

"Okay, good calligraphy. This, this. Which famous artist's original handwriting is this? This handwriting is completely natural, completely natural! Oh, it's a pity, it's a pity, half of it is stained with ink, and the whole picture is not visible. What a pity."

“The calligraphy and painting is passed down from family, and the person who left the ink seems not to want to be widely known.”

The old master frowned slightly but nodded, reluctant to look away from the words.

"Then does this article have a name?"

A person next to Abao rushed to answer.

"Yes, yes, this article is called "The Changes of Heaven and Earth"!"

When the old master heard this, he stroked his beard and sighed.

"I'm afraid Yan Qin really can't write like this. I've never seen this kind of handwriting. I'm afraid there are very few surviving works by this famous artist!"

This word is very lively and majestic. It seems to be sharp yet restrained. At first glance, the handwriting does not look too old, but upon closer inspection, it seems to have existed in ancient times. It seems to contain thousands of changes, and even better, it seems to be shining with spiritual light.

The old master has never seen such a thrilling word in his life.

"Even though this piece has some shortcomings, it is even more precious. I dare to conclude that even among the works of that famous artist, this piece is absolutely extraordinary. Every word is worth a thousand dollars! Even a thousand pieces of gold cannot be exchanged for it."

Among the guests on the side, one of them could not take his eyes away when he saw this word. He was even more shocked when he heard the old master's comments.

This ink-stained calligraphy is priceless!

While everyone was praising him, the guest quietly pulled Master Li's son aside.

"Brother Li, such fine calligraphy really needs to be framed. However, the paper is yellowed and old, and I'm afraid it won't be able to withstand the abuse. If ordinary craftsmen do it improperly, they will definitely damage the calligraphy. That would be a big sin! "

Li Shengfa knew that this friend owned a study shop and knew some of the tricks, so he asked.

"Could it be that Brother Liu wants to help frame it?"

The guest quickly shook his head and said.

"That's it for other calligraphy and paintings. I don't dare to do this one. Besides, there are no good craftsmen in a small place like Yuanjiang County! I know a clever craftsman in Yuezhou who can even re-mount ancient paintings without any damage. I can't tell the difference if I blend in, so I think it's safe to approach him for this matter!"