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Text Chapter 2115 Countermeasures

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    Yang Luo looked at Wu Jianqi who was calm and said, "Can you really let go?" Wu Jianqi had a smile on his face and raised his head slightly, "How about letting go, so what if you can't let go? Life is full of ups and downs. How many times have you fallen?  Falling down a few times is a normal thing, and there is no need to dwell on it without chewing on the heavy taste If you knew me in the past, you might understand me better in the noble spiritual kingdom.  , glory, wealth, fame and wealth are just fleeting smoke, even if it is as gorgeous as a peony, it will eventually become dull, so letting go of what I can't let go is not important to me. Just imagine, if a person has no pursuit and attachment, nothing will happen.  What¡¯s the meaning of life when there is only an empty body left without expectations and nostalgia? Perhaps, sometimes what we have to do is to let nature take its course and not force ourselves to let go. Life is like a dream, and dreams are like life.  The hurried life, the lingering years, the ebb and flow Life is like a one-way ticket with no return. In the long years, we are all hurried passers-by. All the memories of the past may be a little melancholy, maybe a little  Pain and sadness, no matter whether this dream in life is a dream come true or it is a disaster, we have to face it, whether we stay or leave." Yang Luo glanced at Wu Jianqi unexpectedly, and He Chongyang, who had often dealt with Wu Jianqi before.  It¡¯s like I don¡¯t recognize the person anymore.  Wu Jianqi used to be so high-spirited and domineering.  But in just over half a year, Wu Jianqi seemed to have changed into a completely different person, becoming somewhat devoid of desires and desires, as if he were a wise man who could see through life and death.  Wu Jianqi walked out of the flower shed, suddenly stopped, looked back at Yang Luo and said, "I heard that Mr. Yang is a master of calligraphy. I also like calligraphy. I usually write when I have nothing to do. It's just that calligraphy really requires talent. I  I have been writing for decades. The paper is white and the ink is black, but I can¡¯t write the word ¡°life¡± well. Could you please Mr. Yang to write a few words for me? It would be a waste of time for us to get to know each other.¡± Hearing from Wu Jianqi.  Asking Yang Luo to write a word, the muscles on He Chongyang's face twitched.  He had seen Yang Luo's handwriting before, in Shen Longsheng's office.  That day, he saw Yang Luo's handwriting, which was really good.  That day, he also saw Shen Longsheng being shot in the head, which he would never forget.  Yang Luo saw the expression on He Chongyang's face, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "No problem!" Wu Jianqi looked at Huang Yuguo, and Huang Yuguo could only nod helplessly.  For him, as long as people don't run away, everything else is easy.  Wu Jianqi smiled slightly, walked into the main room, and then entered the room on the right.  This is the study room. There is a rosewood marble desk in the middle. There are various dharma stickers stacked on the desk. Next to it is an inkstone and a pen holder with jade carvings to carve out landscapes, with a pen inserted in it.  On the other side of the desk is a large Ru kiln flower bag, filled with white chrysanthemums filled with crystals.  On the west wall hangs a large-scale picture of mist and rain in Xiangyang, and a couplet hangs on the left and right: The refreshing air comes from the west, and the clouds and mist sweep away the regrets of the world.  The great river flows eastward, and its waves wash away the sorrows of the past and present.  Yang Luo walked to the picture of mist and rain and observed it carefully. After a while, he said, "I didn't expect that I can actually see the authentic work of Mi Fu here." Wu Jianqi came to Yang Luo, looked at the picture of mist and rain and said, "I  This painting was hanging here when I moved in. I asked a friend to authenticate it and found out that it was authentic." He glanced at Yang Luo and said, "I have to say, Mr. Yang, your eyes are amazing.  It¡¯s really a keen eye. After a while, I can be sure that it is Mi Fu¡¯s original work.¡± Yang Luo smiled: ¡°There is no distinction between calligraphy and painting. Although I can¡¯t draw, I know how to appreciate it.¡± Wu Jianqi nodded, pointed at the couplet and said: ¡°  Then look at who wrote this couplet!" Yang Luo said: "This couplet is inscribed by Su Shi on the Yellow Crane Tower in Wuchang. Judging from the handwriting, it is undoubtedly Su Shi's original work." Hearing this, Wu Jianqi's face changed.  He showed a smile, but his smile hadn't disappeared yet when he heard Yang Luo continue to say: "But there is no signature, which is very unreasonable." Wu Jianqi couldn't help but said; "It's unreasonable, and you can't say it's fake.  "Yes." After saying that, he took off the mounted couplets and opened the frame. "Look at the paper. It's as smooth as spring water, as fine as silkworm cocoons, tougher than Shu paper, and brighter than Yanchu paper. This is definitely the purest paper in the Northern Song Dynasty.  "It's a piece of paper." Yang Luo smiled: "I just said it was unreasonable not to sign it, and I didn't say there was something wrong with the paper!" Wu Jianqi said, "I said it too, it's unreasonable, so I can't say it's fake.  And it¡¯s definitely an old piece of paper, it¡¯s from the Northern Song Dynasty, it can¡¯t be fake!¡± Yang Luo nodded: ¡°It can¡¯t be fake!¡± Wu Jianqi said, ¡°Then what do you think? This is Su Shi¡¯s original work!¡± Yang Luo laughed!  Laughing: "Old Wu, if I say this is Su Shi's authentic work, will you feel a special sense of accomplishment?" Wu Jianqi was stunned, and then? smiled: "The world is ever-changing. Ever since I lost a battle with you, I jumped out of the chessboard, and my mind has broadened a lot, and I have become less optimistic. However, I owe today to you, let me  If you make an embarrassment, I won¡¯t be too successful, but I will definitely be happy for a while.¡± Yang Luo shook his head helplessly: ¡°At first, I really thought this was Su Shi¡¯s original work, but I just saw Mi Xiangyang¡¯s Misty Rain Painting.  , didn¡¯t bother to appreciate it. Then you rushed to ask me who wrote this calligraphy, then there is a problem.¡± Wu Jianqi said very annoyed: ¡°If this is not the original work of Su Shi, then who wrote it?¡±  Yang Luo walked to the desk, studied the ink and said: "If this is not Su Shi's original work, there is only one person who can copy it to the extent that it is fake, and his name is Yu He." Wu Jianqi said without giving up: "A master of copying, from  There must have been more than one Yu He from ancient times to the present." Yang Luo nodded: "Indeed, but don't forget, this paper is the Chengxintang paper of the Northern Song Dynasty, and during the Song and Yuan Dynasties, there was only one Yu He who was so tall.  With his skill, he can distinguish the real from the fake. " Yang Luo prepared the rice paper, dipped the pen in the ink, and wrote a few words without any hesitation: "In this world, there are many hardships and hardships!" Yang Luo finished writing these few words.  He raised his head and said: "It is always difficult to resist sadness in life, but sometimes there is no way to stop the good luck sent by God at the same time. The key is to see if you can catch it." Wu Jianqi looked down at Yang Luo  The calligraphy is really like iron calligraphy and silver hook. It is not a little bit better than those other calligraphers he has seen.  Yang Luo once again wrote: "How many marvelous heroes are surrounded by piles of bones on the sand dunes. I lament the stupid people in this world, who are obsessed with wealth and wealth. When is the end, never-ending, always seeking. Until the child's face  With gray hair and old age and frail body, I have no time to look back" Yang Luo wrote two pieces of rice paper, then put the words aside and said, "How is it?" Wu Jianqi sighed: "Good calligraphy, good calligraphy."  "Too much time has been wasted, let's go!" Yang Luo stepped out.  Huang Yuguo waved his hand, and two discipline inspectors walked over.  Wu Jianqi sighed and put the copybook on the table.  Under the supervision of two disciplinary inspectors, he walked out of the house and got into the car.  He Chongyang looked at the writing left by Yang Luo on the table, picked it up without ceremony, and put it in his pocket.  Guan Hu opened his mouth wide and looked at He Chongyang who had ruined his outlook on life and said: "Boss, can we not do this?" He Chongyang said without blushing: "You know what the hell, Yang Luo's calligraphy is very valuable."  Guan Hucai didn't believe it, so He Chongyang said, "Forget it if you don't believe it." After that, he walked out quickly.  As soon as he came out, he saw Yang Luo waving in the jeep: "Let's go, see you when we have the chance!" He Chongyang shouted: "Where are you going?" Yang Luo said: "Back to Dahua, there are still many things to do.  "As soon as he finished speaking, the phone in his pocket rang.  I took it out and saw that it was Liu Lange. I pressed the answer button. Before he could speak, Liu Lange's voice came from the receiver.  "Something happened, when will you come back?" Yang Luo asked: "What happened?" Liu Lange said: "As for the bauxite mine in Linye Township, we haven't started integrating the bauxite mine yet, and some people can't sit still.  , organized a lot of people and planned to besiege the county government." Yang Luoyi frowned: "How did you know?" Liu Lange said angrily: "Zhang Zhenggui and Liu Yueqi are still waiting for you here, what do you think I did?  I know. Also, those mine owners have paid a lot of money. As long as they participate, many villagers have been bribed by them. "Yang Luo sneered: "Some people really don't see the coffin.  No tears. Damn it, since he wants to die, then I will help him." Liu Lange asked: "When will you come back?" Yang Luo said, "I'm walking back, I'll be there in about an hour and a half.  ." After that, he hung up the phone.  In Linye Township, thirty or forty people gathered in a two-story building.  Each one of them looked like they had been cuckolded by their wives, with faces full of bitterness and hatred.  Yu Jiang looked at the people below and smiled coldly: "We have found all the people we should be looking for." A fat-headed guy with big ears said proudly: "There can be four to five hundred people!" Yu Jiang  He asked: "These four to five hundred people are all old people and women!" The fat-headed guy said: "The young people ran out long ago, and most of the village are children and old people who stayed behind." Yu Jiang's hands  He clenched his fist and waved it fiercely in the air, and said ferociously: "Little brat named Yang, since you want to play, I will accompany you."??Play.  Let's see who can laugh last.  " Dahua, Liu Lange's office, Zhang Zhenggui and Wu Yueqi looked sad: "Secretary Liu, when will County Magistrate Yang come back?  If you don't go back and wait until they have arranged the arrangements, it will be too late.  " Liu Lange smiled slightly: "It's okay. In fact, County Magistrate Yang has already thought that some people will not sit back and die, and will definitely take action, so he has already had countermeasures.  "Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotia.net
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