你靠书写为生,曾一度梦想着自己的书法作品会出现在某个大型拍卖会上,然后被人以天价拍走收藏。但现实是,你只能靠写挽联混口饭吃。每场有你作品的葬礼你都会去,并且臆想着灵堂就是你作品的展厅,而那些家属们都被你精妙的书法震撼得泪流满面。与那位司仪的第一次相遇,就是在这样的一场葬礼上。当时,他穿着如墨的中式长衫站在灵堂的一侧, You rely on writing for a living, once dreamed of his calligraphy will appear in a large auction, and then be auctioned away at a high price collection. But the reality is that you can only eat by eating alchemy. Every funeral with your artwork goes and you imagine that the parlor is the gallery of your work, and those families are all over you with their delicate calligraphy. The first meeting with the master of ceremonies was at such a funeral. At that time, he was wearing inky Chinese gown standing on the side of the hall,