It's great to be at home, but it's hard to go out to eat.
Since moving out of Jiang Qin's house, it has been difficult for Fang Yan to eat delicious meals. The food in the school cafeteria is indeed not very good, and the little money in Fang Yan's pocket can hardly support him to go to the restaurant in front of the school every day to improve his life. What's more, he doesn't have the guts to spend all the money at once. He has to keep a certain amount of money to be ready to run away again at any time.
Therefore, even though he was a little afraid of Grandpa Lu Fan deep in his heart, he still liked to go to his house for a meal when he had nothing to do.
Lu Fan had a small appetite and was the first to put down his bowl and chopsticks.
He glanced at Fang Yan, who was enjoying his meal, and said, "Come to the study after dinner."
Fang Yan raised his head in confusion, and his grandfather had already left his seat and turned around to leave.
Grandma banged her chopsticks on the table and said angrily: "You old man, why did you ask Fang Yan to come to your study again? I'm warning you, if you scold Fang Yan and run away, I and I will You’re not done yet.”
Fang Yan quickly comforted his grandma and said, "Grandma, don't be angry. Who said grandpa scolded me when he came to the study? Maybe he was praising me."
"How can I know his temper? If he praised you, he would say it in front of me. Why would he drag you to the study room?" Grandma knew very well about her husband's temper and said angrily.
"That's not possible. Grandpa has been urging me to read lately. He may have asked me to go to the study to check how I am doing with my reading."
"You are already a teacher, what else is there to take the exam for? My grandson is educated." In the eyes of grandma, her child is the embodiment of perfection, without any flaws.
"There is no limit to the sea of books. Grandpa didn't dare to say that he had learned enough. What does this little ink in my stomach mean?" Fang Yan said with a smile. He quickly finished the bowl of millet porridge, ate half of the steamed buns on the plate in two or two bites, and said, "Grandma, I'll go upstairs and take a look."
"Go. Be careful. If the old man scolds you, go downstairs and come to grandma." Grandma warned worriedly.
"Grandma, don't worry. Grandpa won't make things difficult for me." Fang Yan said with a smile.
When Fang Yan walked into the study, his grandfather was standing in front of the table writing.
He writes for two hours every day, one hour in the morning and one hour in the evening. It is precisely because of his decades of hard work that his calligraphy has reached its peak and formed a style of its own, which is called "iron-bone calligraphy" by the outside world. This means that his handwriting is as solid and iron-clad as every stroke is carved with an awl.
My grandfather seldom wrote calligraphy to others, and very few calligraphy treasures were circulated outside. However, each word can be sold for a sky-high price of hundreds of thousands to millions of words on the black market.
Grandpa is one of the few calligraphers in China who can calculate prices by words. Even some of the top foreign calligraphers still calculate prices by feet. There is no way, who made the former Prime Minister personally come to him to ask for calligraphy, and said, "I got a calligraphy of iron bones, it can be used as a family heirloom"
Therefore, Du Qing, a gangster who received his grandfather's calligraphy, cherished it very much. He personally visited the house to give money for polishing the pen to express his gratitude and the importance he attached to this matter.
"Elegance."
On the white rice paper, these two large characters were written.
Grandpa's writing was very heavy, and at a glance, it looked like the ink had soaked through the thin rice paper and burned two big holes.
However, when you pick up the rice paper, you find that the two words are intact. The words are still words on the paper, and the paper is still complete paper.
The strokes are heavy and the strokes are light. Grandpa's grasp of dynamics tends to be perfect.
Seeing his grandfather put down his pen, Fang Yan quickly handed over a clean towel and praised loudly: "Good calligraphy. It penetrates the back of the paper and makes people breathless."
"Are you out of breath?" Lu Huan did not answer Fang Yan's words. Even if Fang Yan deliberately made a hidden and stupid mistake when praising him, he pretended not to hear it. "You are very popular in Suzaku."
Fang Yan chuckled and said, "Grandpa, what have you heard of?"
"You used your martial arts skills to beat someone seriously and put him in the hospital. What do you think I've heard of?" Lu opened his eyes and glared at Fang Yan sternly and said, "How did you agree to me in the first place?"
"I said I won't use force easily - Grandpa, you don't know what happened that day. If you knew, you would go up and beat up the Japanese man." Fang Yan explained.
Lu Fan stared at Fang Yan for a while, nodded, and said, "That's true."
"Uh------" Fang Yan felt that the old man was a little weird today. He was stubborn and determined that even nine oxen could not bring back a queen. Since when have you become so talkative
"Grandpa, are you okay?" Fang Yan asked cautiously.
"What can happen to me?" Lu Fan said with a straight face.
"Aren't you angry?"
"Why am I angry?"
"I hit people-----"
"Chao Ge has already explained the cause of the matter to me. Otherwise, do you think I would be lenient?" Lu Fan said with a cold snort.
"Chao Ge? Principal Lu?" Fang Yan looked at Lu Fan thoughtfully and said, "Are you familiar with her?"
"Who do you think invited Chao Ge back?" A rare smile appeared on Lu Fan's face. Obviously, this was something that made him very proud.
"Did you invite Lu Chage back?"
"You brat, no matter how big or small. You have to call me Principal Lu -----" Lu Huan scolded.
"------" Fang Yan thought, Lu Chaoge is not much older than him, why can't he call her Lu Chaoge
"There is a reason for this incident, and I will not pursue it. However, have you ever thought about it. Now that you are so famous and you have exposed your skills, is it possible that the Ye family is not aware of it? Your mother called me several times to ask, and your grandmother helped cover it up - ---Do they really not investigate such a big thing like you running away from home? Do you think they really don’t know that you are in Huacheng?"
Fang Yan's heart felt a little cold and he said, "I've also thought about it - knowing is one thing. But, I've already run away, so they don't have to come and drag me back, right?"
"I'm so disappointed, why are you being held hostage?" Lu Huan said.
"------"
"When will retribution happen? In what age are we now, do we still have the same old routine of fighting and killing? Fang Yan, I am very happy that you can come to Huacheng to see me this time. Since the martial arts road is blocked, then I am teaching and educating people. Keep going on this road. As long as you can calm down, I believe you will also achieve extraordinary achievements."
"Grandpa, this profession of teaching - after I achieved extraordinary achievements, what did I become?"
"Still a teacher."
"------"
After coming out of his grandfather's villa, Fang Yan felt a little depressed.
It was as if Ye Wenwen would suddenly jump out of the grass on the roadside, say, "Fang Yan, guess who I am," and then rush up and beat him up.
It wasn't just Ye Wenwen who made him nervous, but also the expectations of his family which were a heavy pressure in themselves.
He deserted his family and must have been quite disappointed in his father, who had high expectations for him, right? Grandpa who was paralyzed in bed must have been hit hard, right? And that old drunkard--he must have taken a few gulps of Shao Knife and cursed, saying, "It's not enough to make a fool of yourself", right
It’s not that Fang Yan doesn’t work hard. On the contrary, he works harder than everyone else.
The more he wants to prove himself, the less he can prove himself.
Since realizing the 'Tai Chi Realm', the Fang family has regarded it as the hope of revitalizing the family. However, in the past two years, the more anxious he became, the more stagnant his Tai Chi state became. Finally, the Tai Chi heart that was originally spinning slowly stopped.
Became stillborn.
Fang Yan was frightened.
He knew that once he fought with Ye Wenrou, the secrets of Tai Chi Realm would be exposed. That woman not only has superb skills, but also has a brilliant vision.
So, he ran away.
Like a coward.
However, he is the descendant of Fang Tai Chi after all. He can escape for a while, but can he escape for the rest of his life
Fang Yan thought again about how Tai Chi's heart suddenly reacted again in his grandfather's study.
At that time, my grandfather pointed at his true heart and said that he lacked a spirit.
Everyone needs a spirit and their own pursuits. What is your pursuit
Deliberately pursuing improvement in martial arts has the opposite result: not advancing but retreating.
Tao is natural. If it is not natural, how can we feel the infinite Tao
At that moment, he had a feeling of enlightenment.
Fang Yan knew that he was right to escape this time. Because maybe he found another way to say goodbye. Although the road was full of thorns and overgrown weeds, and he didn't know where to stop - but he knew that there must be a road in it.
"When I leave Suzaku, it will be the day when I become too great." Fang Yan said to himself secretly.
There is no wind and no moon, and the air is hot and dry.
Fang Yan walked towards the small courtyard where he lived while thinking about his thoughts.
The courtyard where grandpa lived was at the eastern end, and the courtyard where Fang Yan lived, belonging to Lu Chage, was at the western end. When passing Yanggong Causeway, I heard a low shout.
"Stop, you guys stop-----Zheng Guodong, you gangster------"
Zheng Guodong
These three words were like the key to activating the password, and Fang Yan's mind suddenly came back.
He glanced at it and immediately ran towards the bank of Quehe River.
What he saw in front of him made his eyes burst with tears and his anger boiled over.
Under the reflection of the pure river water, Fang Yan saw Zheng Guodong and Li Yangzheng blocking a girl on the left and right to prevent her from leaving, while the girl crossed her arms and resisted desperately.
The girls cursed, but this did not dampen the enthusiasm of Zheng Guodong and Li Yang. The two were chatting and arguing, but had no intention of letting go of the little sheep.
"Scum." Fang Yan cursed bitterly. He immediately took out his cell phone from his pocket.
(ps: It’s even later, you can slap me in the face!)