Culture has always been a very vague concept. It is culture to write "Being a teacher" on rice paper silently; it is culture to cook tea, drink tea, burn incense and listen to the piano; it is culture to squat in Miluo River and peel rice dumplings; Culture; even going online to vote for the Great Wall for the New Seven Wonders of the World can be considered culture. When everything becomes culture, unculture may appear more interesting. There are countless celebrities in Chinese history. If their souls were immortal, what would they look like? This is a typical idealistic conjecture, and even has the tendency of feudal superstition, but I can't help thinking about it.

The product of cranky thinking is this novel.So there is no culture in this book, it is just a short story about brushes.These brushes have some mysterious relationship with some cultural celebrities in Chinese history, and even have some strangeness, power, chaos, and gods that Confucius did not want to see. Using traditional culture to tell a story of strange powers and gods is a bit like burning pianos and cooking cranes, but it also has the beauty of performance art.As an ordinary office worker in the power distribution field, this is enough. It's still the same old saying: "I write with my own hands, how can the ancients be restrained."

The sages once said—of course I made up this one—“You can’t have too many prefaces, but you can’t have too little money.” So shut up here, and please turn to the next page slowly.