Gao Na was a little nervous, for fear that she had done something wrong, after all, she had no identity and no background, and it was not easy to find a job as a teacher at a prestigious university, and she also had to face harassment from her own leader.

"Yes, I sent it, did something go wrong, president?" asked Gao Na.

President Lu had a lot of wrinkles on his face, and he laughed slowly, and the wrinkles were piled together.

"It's not wrong, it's too right! This word is so good, I want to recognize him as an apprentice, I want him to join the calligraphy club, join the calligraphy association!" President Lu said like crazy.

These college students don't know why, they don't know that these two words have such a great charm, and they actually let President Lu make such a high evaluation, and even let him join the Calligraphy Association, you must know that the Calligraphy Association has a high gold content.

Russell's face was very ugly, he had never seen such a person in this prestigious university for so many years, and he had asked such an artist to find someone in person.

Russell recognized the President Lu in front of him, and thought that his father had been obsessed with calligraphy for a period of time, and he begged for words.

At that time, President Lu wrote five words, family and everything is prosperous, and he was paid one million.

What's the difference between this and robbery!

Russell has always felt that his father has been fooled, and the word has been framed and made into a plaque.

Every time Russell came home and saw the hay-like handwriting in the living room, he felt uncomfortable.

Russell doesn't understand, his father's price of one million is low, and now President Lu's words are rarely bought, and those on the market are his previous words, and now his words are more mature and stable, and it is difficult to find a thousand gold.

President Lu ignored the eyes of other people, looked at Ye Cheng's serious face, and the stone in his heart finally fell, and he could be regarded as seeing a real person.

He saw this picture in the circle of friends yesterday, and he didn't sleep all night with excitement, he hadn't seen such a similar handwriting to Shusheng for a long time, whether it was the font or the charm, it was extremely similar, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was written by one person.

And this kind of work can't be written without fifty or sixty years, and even I can't write it myself.

But the young man in front of him wrote this kind of words, and he felt that this boy was only eighteen or nineteen years old, so there was only one explanation.

This student has a very high talent for calligraphy.

Ye Cheng turned a deaf ear and indulged in commenting.

President Lu had already passed through the student's seat and slowly walked to Ye Cheng's side.

When he saw the dense commentary under the Book of Songs, he frowned, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked closer.

"This commentary ......" President Lu felt a little awkward, because he had also studied this poem in the seventh month of the poem, and the commentary at that time had already died, but the new commentary written by this student was so nondescript.

Wrong!

President Lu examined it again and studied it himself, and suddenly opened his mouth wide and looked stunned.

The new commentary takes a different path, and it is so easy to read, but unfortunately it has become a different meaning.

However, this other meaning is more in line with the realm of the Book of Songs, and it is no longer as pale and powerless as before.

The Book of Poetry is like a dry corpse, the original commentary only added flesh and blood to him, but Ye Chengxin's commentary added a soul to this corpse!

President Lu shook his head violently, thinking to himself that with such a strong cultural heritage, how could he compare the Book of Poetry to a corpse.

What he didn't know was that Ye Cheng witnessed the circumstances under which the Book of Poetry was written, and in that case, it would not be an exaggeration to compare the Book of Poetry to a corpse.

Gao Na noticed President Lu's changing face and quietly walked over.

"What a beautiful hairpin!" Gao Na exclaimed.

She saw that the side of this poetry was full of dense fonts, and these fonts were all hairpins.

The hairpin is the calligraphy that Gao Na has been practicing, and it is known for its softness and beauty, and many of her female colleagues in the association like to practice this font.

But in fact, hairpin is not only suitable for women, Xiaokai itself has the characteristics of beauty, and there are many men who are willing to practice.

This piece of annotation written by Ye Cheng is all written in hairpin small letters, the handwriting is neat and orderly, not messy at all, Gao Na saw this handwriting, as if she saw her first love, her heart was pounding.

President Lu just heard what Gao Na said about hairpins, and then he noticed the font of the note written by Ye Cheng.

"Then Ye Cheng's two names are written as the words of the saint, why is this hairpin flower Xiaokai also written so unconventionally, and it is so similar to what Mrs. Wei of the Eastern Jin Dynasty wrote!" President Lu was infinitely shocked in his heart.

When he saw these two words yesterday, he originally thought that he would find the person who wrote today, but he didn't expect to get such a surprise after coming today.

Hairpin is a font created by Mrs. Wei in the Jin Dynasty.

Legend has it that Mrs. Wei was Wang Xizhi's childhood teacher.

can be worthy of the teacher of the calligraphy saint Wang Xizhi, which shows the high level of Mrs. Wei's calligraphy.

But this is just a rumor, President Lu saw that these two words came from one person at the same time, and he didn't know if it was a coincidence or fate.

President Lu and Teacher Gao Na looked at Ye Cheng in fascination, and they didn't dare to say anything for fear of disturbing him.

The classmates in the class all looked at each other, they didn't understand what the words were to see, and it was worth making such a fuss.

Russell didn't care whether the words were good or not, this new transfer student dared to be so high-profile, he couldn't bear it, and said viciously: "I must make you suffer!"

Ye Cheng put all his attention on this poem, and with the last sentence, Ye Cheng hooked his pen and finished the commentary of this poem in July.

He read it silently in his heart, and felt that it was close to perfection, so he put down his pen with satisfaction, and then looked at the podium.

The podium was empty, and the eyes of the whole class were paying attention to him, which was a strange thing.

Ye Cheng looked away, and found that Teacher Gao Na was looking at his book, and there was a white-haired old man who was also watching, he frowned, Ye Cheng didn't like the feeling of being watched.

"Something?" Ye Cheng said coldly.

"You ......," Gao Na said, not knowing how to judge, let alone whether he was qualified to do so now.

Ye Cheng said indifferently: "I don't know who brought this book, I saw that the annotations on it were too bad, so I wrote a copy myself, I didn't violate classroom discipline, right?"

"No, no, I didn't mean that!" Gao Na said with some embarrassment, now Ye Cheng is no longer a student to him, just like her teacher, and he doesn't dare to slack off.

"Classmate, how long have you practiced this character?" asked President Lu with a glare, his gaze kept on the words written by Ye Cheng.

"Are you?" Ye Cheng asked, remembering that he had never seen this person.

Gao Na introduced: "This is the president of our school's calligraphy club, and also the president of the calligraphy club of G Province!"

Ye Cheng nodded indifferently and asked again, "Is there something?"

President Lu exclaimed while reading the words: "Classmate, there is something, there is a big thing!"