Ji Yunshu went to find Master Yu!
What happened just now made him uneasy. All the students had already been dismissed and left by him. Since Mo Ruo returned the letters, only the Master was left in the room.
The record book that was torn up by Tang Si was scattered on the ground, in a mess!
No one picked up either.
Ji Yunshu stood outside the door and did not go in there. He saw the Master sitting on the edge of the table, his head lowered and his forehead supported.
The gray hair and the long white beard covered his face!
It must be painful.
She raised her hand and tapped twice on the door frame.
There was no response for a long time.
She is also a resilient person, and continued to knock.
Then Master Yu slowly raised his head and looked sideways at the little scholar standing at the door.
"Mr. Ji, is there anything else?"
That voice, vicissitudes and powerlessness, and with unspeakable sadness.
Ji Yunshu stepped forward, raised his hand and bowed.
Then he asked again, "I know that the Master is sad about Guo Hezhi's death, but even so, I came here to understand more, but it is not to poke the Master's heart."
Master Yu seemed to have taken it off too, "As long as you can find out who the murderer is, just ask."
"The next thing is to come to the Master to borrow a copy of Guo He's writings during his lifetime."
"What's the use of that."
"The solution is confused in my heart."
Now that he said that, Master Yu didn't ask any more questions. He stood up and entered the inner room. When he came out, he held Guo Heduo's essays in his hand.
Chao Ji Yunshu handed it over.
"There are a few more copies, if you like them, I will bring them to you."
"Don't need it for the time being, just scroll down and take a look."
She opened the thick Xiwen, her eyes were like a scanner, and she quickly scanned it, and even turned the pages very fast. When she turned a page, her movements stopped, and the corners of her mouth did not move upwards. The voice hooked up, then turned it over again, and stopped on one of the pages.
Repeatedly, after a little while, I finished reading the text in my hand.
There seemed to be a sudden sense of comfort.
"Thank you, Master."
She returned the book.
But Master Yu was stunned!
Confused.
I thought to myself, what kind of medicine does Mr. Ji sell in the gourd? If you want to investigate the case, you should investigate it carefully. If you want to study, you can go to the school. There are books for her to read.
He asked, "Could it be that there is something related to Guo He in this article?"
She nodded, "Probably, I've already talked about it, but there is still one more thing I want to know. I'd like to ask the master to tell me, I don't know whether Guo He used his left hand to write? Or did he use his right hand?"
uh-huh
"Why ask that?"
"This matter is related to his death."
Upon hearing this, Master Yu hurried back, "I used my right hand."
"Then, does he also write with his left hand, but the master doesn't know?"
"I've never seen him use his left hand, he should, and he won't. I watched him grow up. If he writes with his left hand, how could I not know?"
Mr. Ji, who has just left, will come back. Although it is for the case, after reading Guo He's writings, why did he ask such a boring question
Unpredictable!
However, she continued to ask, "So, in the academy, can someone write with their left hand?"
"no."
Certainly not!
The knot in Ji Yunshu's heart seemed to have an answer, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, but it was a bit mysterious, making it difficult for people to see through.
Master Yu took a small step forward and asked, "Why did Mr. Ji suddenly ask about this?"
"It's not suddenly!" she said, "but because this matter is related to Guo He's death, so I'm a little stubborn. I hope Master doesn't mind."
"But how could the difference between writing with the left hand and the right hand have anything to do with his death?"
She raised her clear but complicated eyes, her delicate brows were slightly wrinkled, and she said from thin lips, "Because I feel that the letter seems to be a letter left by Guo He before his death, Actually, he didn't write it."
Uh!
Where does this word come from
A pale expression rose on Master Yu's vicissitudes of life, obviously shocked!
The lips under the white beard trembled, and he questioned, "Didn't he write it? But the handwriting is clearly his, so there's nothing wrong with it."
"Isn't there anything wrong?" She was actually laughed at the words, "Have you ever heard of the three sentences, the mess turns into silk, and the rain is smashed, but the landing is silent."
The general meaning is to say that the thin silk strips are mixed with the rain that falls from the sky, but there is no pattering sound when the rain falls to the ground. To put it bluntly, it is to confuse the audience, and to put it more carefully and clearly, it is to say that it is false. escape the public eye.
Master Yu's already frowning brows tightened a bit, and Shen Yu asked, "Might as well say it straight."
"I also asked the Master to lend me the letter left by Guo He."
He took it out without hesitation!
handed over.
Ji Yunshu opened it carefully, and the words above rushed into her eyes again.
- The kindness of teaching cannot be repaid, the heart does not return to the dove's nest, and the hope is to return to the original land, resigning the kindness.
And her gaze fell tightly on one of the words above - back.
Said, "Even if the person who wrote this letter imitates it, it will eventually reveal flaws."
The small smile on the corner of her lips deepened.
Master Yu did not see the clues in this letter, and he was sure that this letter was left by Guo He.
"The letter is normal. I watched him write for more than ten years. It is impossible to admit that he was wrong. If someone wrote it, who would be exactly the same as his handwriting?"
She was not in a hurry to answer, her eyes looked around the room, and finally landed on a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, so she walked closer, stood under the painting, and looked up.
"This is Zhang Zhizhang's "Bamboo Forest", the original work is kept in the palace, and this one, although it is a fake, is a little more lifelike and less arrogant than the bamboo in the real work. It's even more lovable." After speaking, her eyes fell on the lower end of the painting, and when she saw a seal on the tail, she couldn't help but admire, "The son of Shang who can imitate the world's calligraphy and painting is truly a blessing. People admire, the picture of "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" and this picture of "Bamboo Forest", through his hands, there are almost no flaws and flaws, and it is very vivid."
She really admired Shang Zhuo, the man's copying ability could be compared with a modern copier.
Even the copier is not as good as him. After all, if there is no ink, or if the ink leaks, the printed calligraphy and paintings will be lacking, and there will be more.
But-
Why do you mention Shang Zhuo's paintings for no reason
Can we bring the focus back? What I'm talking about now is about Guo He's death.
However, it was precisely because of her words that it suddenly woke up the old-fashioned head of Yu Fuzi.
He was surprised, "You mean... Shang Zhuo?"