The leisurely life of rebirth

Yuan Qifang held the brush in his hand and dipped it in ink. He held the pen and meditated for a moment. His gentle temperament suddenly became fierce. He wrote like a snake, flowing smoothly, in one go, and with ease.

After finishing the last stroke, Yuan Qifang threw away the "brush" in his hand gracefully, took a step back, crossed his arms, and looked at the words he had just finished.

"Little brother! Your calligraphy has improved a lot!" Mrs. Yan scratched her chin with her index finger and thought for a moment.

"The font is strong and straight, but also flexible and connotative. In these words, we can faintly see movement and stillness, rigidity and softness, relaxation and restraint, the opposition and unity of virtuality and reality, and the character of Tao." Fang Monan rubbed his chin.

He commented, "The fragrance of ink lasts through the ages, and its aura is as charming as ever."

"Haha... This girl really knows how to talk." Yuan Qifang said cheerfully.[

"Little brother, you are right! Looking at this calligraphy is like climbing a high mountain and looking up at the wind and rolling clouds, or looking at the white waves and smoke in the distance at the Canghai Sea. The size of each foot, the power of the pen and ink between strokes, I don't see your realm.

I've reached a higher level." Mrs. Yan smiled and said, "I'm not a saleswoman who sells melons and boasts about myself."

"Therefore it is said: The momentum is irresistible when it comes, and it is irresistible when it goes away. Hide the head, and the round pen belongs to the paper. Keep the center of the pen always in the dot painting. Protect the tail, draw the dots with all your strength, and collect them with all your strength. The strong momentum comes from the pecking.

'And it's within the tightness of the vertical pen. The sweeping pen' is used for sharpness and sharpness." Yan Guangxing gave a thumbs up and said, "My uncle's writing is beautiful."

"Haha...Uncle Yuan grasped the 'tempo' very well. The font looks simple yet complex, rigorous yet arbitrary, melodious yet open-minded.

It is solemn and elegant, it is popular and elegant, it is rational and emotional, it is childish and sophisticated. There is a hint of Buddhism and Taoism in the words you have now. Buddha and Tao hold the same principle. Meditation

Only by being devout and sincere can you reach the state of creation." Fang Monan raised his eyes and looked at him and said, "This may be the realization I had last night."

"Yes! What the girl said is right! The understanding of Tao!" Yuan Qifang said with deep understanding, "Tao, what is Tao? Tao is the path of your life, it is a process, it is everything you have to experience. To understand

The Tao must be followed

Everyone has their own way as they follow their own path. The way lies in the heart, is born from the heart, and is made from life. It is not passed down by outsiders or taught by predecessors. It can only be understood by oneself. Things in the world can only be picked up.

Only after passing can you be qualified to let go,

Only by having it can one understand the pain of loss. How can there be good in evil, and where can beauty and ugliness exist? All things in the world are mutually reinforcing, mutually reinforcing, and supporting each other. The words Tao actually have the same meaning, just to express its sound and recognize its shape. The meaning can only be understood by each person.

.Tao is actually destiny,

It is you. When you were born, you actually had the Tao, but the shape and quality of the Tao are controlled by you and understood by you. When your life is over and you look back at everything, good is greater than evil and beauty is greater than ugliness.

, that is, attaining the Tao..."

"My uncle has become a fairy after his illness," Yan Guangxing joked with a smile.

Yuan Qifang looked at the calligraphy and was extremely satisfied, "Girl, I'll go and have this calligraphy framed, and then I'll leave it to you!"

"No problem, I will definitely hang it in the study when I get home." Fang Monan said solemnly.

Mrs. Yan thought to herself that this girl could talk, and she made her little brother smile. "Brother, wouldn't it be better to have a lotus flower picture on it!"

"Sister, that's good!" Yuan Qifang raised his eyes to Fang Monan and asked kindly, "When will the girl leave?"

"Leave at the end of the month!"

Yuan Qifang calculated that he had enough time, and there were still more than ten days left. "I will give it to you when it is mounted."

"Okay!" Fang Monan said.

‘Didi..., Big Brother’s phone rang, and the voice came from Yan Guangxing.

Yan Guangxing made an apologetic gesture and walked out of the study with his mobile phone. After a while, he came back and said, "There's something going on at my company. Mom, uncle, why don't you leave? I'll see you off."

Yuan Qifang and his brother thought about it for a while and decided to leave first. They had to go home to see their old mother. The old man called yesterday to ask about his younger brother. They had been on a business trip for so long and there was no call. Maybe the mother and son are connected, and the old man had something in his heart.

Inductive.

Yan Guangxing asked again, "Nannan, when will you return to Pengcheng."

Fang Monan smiled and said, "Tomorrow!"

"It's raining today. It's really unlucky. Otherwise, someone would take you to have fun." Yan Guangxing said regretfully.[

"Okay, you are busy with your work. I, a big man, don't know how to make arrangements by myself! Besides, Brother He is here!" Fang Monan pointed to the big man who was packing away the brushes and inkstones.

"Army, right? Take good care of Nannan!" Yan Guangxing patted He Junyao on the shoulder and said.

He Junyao's shoulders stiffened and he almost threw Yan Guangxing away. With his strength, Yan Guangxing would have lost half his life. However, Yan Guangxing unconsciously walked around the death line.

"I've booked the room for three days. If you're not in a hurry, you can have fun here." Yan Guangxing said.

"Yeah! Got it." Fang Monan said.

Fang Monan and He Junyao waved and smiled as they watched the elevator door close before turning and going back to the room. "Well," Fang Monan stretched, "It's still a long time until evening! What to do next," he said to himself.

"Read a book!" He Junyao walked leisurely and said slowly and forcefully.

Fang Monan snapped his fingers, "You win my heart, go to the study!"

In the study room, the bookshelf on the front wall was full of books. "Bang bang..." Fang Monan jumped up and down like a jumping bean, and his fingertips almost reached the book he wanted to read.

Suddenly, she felt the presence of someone behind her, and Fang Monan saw a long, slender hand with distinct joints coming from behind and reaching towards the top of her head.

Fang Monan's eyes flashed slightly and he was slightly startled.

Her back was close to his solid chest, bringing a very subtle tingling feeling. His long bronze arms gently touched her white arms that were still raised high, and then he calmly took the lower part.

The book "Three Coffins" that Monan wanted to read, "Is it this one?" And his breathing was very close, right next to his head and ears.

When Fang Monan noticed that He Junyao was hugging him, He Junyao took a step back, but fortunately let go of her in time and put the book in her hand. He said with a serious face, "This is it!"

After saying that, Luo Ren flashed to other books and selected the one he wanted to read. He took the book and sat on the sofa with a calm face to read through it.

In the blink of an eye, the sweet atmosphere in the air disappeared completely. Suddenly it seemed that the gentle touch just now was just a dream, and the warm and smooth feeling seemed to remain between the arms.

Fang Monan sat on the boss's chair, leaning on the leather chair behind him, and glanced at it. Calm and calm, he also started reading.

And He Junyao felt that after Fang Monan's eyes left his body, her freshness seemed to still remain between his nose, a faint scent of flowers, and the touch of her fair and tender skin seemed to remain on his arms. This

It made him feel a little confused, but the chaos was very pleasant and comfortable.

It's a pity that the time was too short.

The room was quiet, warm and sweet, with only the rustle of turning books. He Junyao was the first to break the silence, "I love reading detective novels so much."

"Three Coffins" is a famous detective novel by John Dixon Carr. Carr was an important writer in the golden age of psychological novels. Together with Agatha Christie and Ellery Queen, Carr was known as the "Three Giants of the Golden Age". He alone

He is famous for the concept of secret rooms and has designed more than fifty different types of secret rooms in his life.

A man walks into a house and then evaporates; a man is shot in the snow, surrounded by the footprints of a second man, two incredible events, coupled with brotherly grudges, corpse resurrection, evil curses and other supernatural events, make "Three Coffins"

It became the pinnacle of impossible crime novels.

The highest achievement of "King of the Chamber of Secrets" John Dixon Carr is to rank first in the list of the world's top ten chambers of secrets selected by Edward Hawke.

"This book is indeed well-deserved. Each of the two perfect secret rooms is a unique swan song. And the book cleverly connects them with a special bond. And Gideon.

Dr. Phil eloquently stated various possible types of so-called secret rooms, and analyzed their formation and principles. The conclusion was of course: "The so-called secret room is essentially an illusion." Yes.

It is a classic teaching that theory lovers must read." Fang Monan put down the book in his hand, looked up at him and said, "In other detective novels, if the reader is careful, he or she can tell who the murderer is. But Carl uses an impossible crime trick.

As the core skeleton, it is a novel that combines complex plot, exquisite plmt design, extraordinary atmosphere, rigorous logic and vivid characters. It is difficult to guess."[

Impossible mysteries require an equally impossible atmosphere to create an effect that is both illusory and real. Karl uses gothic scenes from ancient legends to naturally enhance the sense of supernatural horror.

"He does write well. In Carl's more than eighty novels, he has written almost all the imaginable and unexpected impossible crime mysteries, and designed more than fifty kinds of secret rooms. The conception is so clever that even

Christie also lamented that this was not the case. Readers have no doubt whether the techniques in the novel can be realized, because Karl has personally experimented to ensure the feasibility of the trick." He Junyao's low and magnetic voice spoke slowly and

He said forcefully. "This is even more attractive. "Three Coffins" has an extraordinary status among secret room novels. One factor is that it contains two extremely incredible secret rooms (one is a generalized secret room on the snow), and the other factor is that

Dr. Phil gave the most famous "Secret Chamber Speech" in history. In fact, no matter which one it is, it is enough to make this work immortal. "Three Coffins" is not an exaggeration as the first locked chamber masterpiece in the history of science."

"Yeah! Yeah!" Fang Monan nodded frequently like a chicken nagging.

"Brother He! You talk more."