Looking at the more than ten calligraphers in front of him who are famous and surnamed in the calligraphy world, one by one looked at the five pairs of calligraphy on the table, more than ten people, none of them dared to easily pick up the calligraphy on the table, they all carefully leaned over to take a closer look, for fear that one would accidentally touch the five pairs of calligraphy.

Cautious, I can't put it down, even Ding Jiankun can only use the word cute to describe these Taishan Beidou, it is really a scene in front of me that is too beyond common sense!

The words written by a twenty-one-year-old young man are worthy of the care of these people who have been immersed in calligraphy for countless years and are full of reputation?

Ding Jiankun felt that his head was not enough, and he couldn't describe the scene in front of him, just now, this week, he was like a hooligan who did everything to insult and frame his colleagues, that scene, even Ding Jiankun, who was used to seeing countless faces, couldn't help but tremble secretly.

However, in less than an hour, this young man who gave people a kind of gangster temperament all over his body actually transformed into a figure who was light-hearted, elegant and polite, and made countless calligraphy giants envy and worship?

Just a few words make these leaders in the field of calligraphy so precious.

This is too incredible, too weird, even Ding Jiankun at this time feels that even if the moon hits the earth, it is not as shocking as the scene in front of him, and his brain really can't turn around.

Xiao Lao, who had a smug look, smiled around more than ten old friends. On the side, a few people couldn't help but plead: "That, everyone Zhou, can you write a few more for a few more for us to study?"

The words are sincere, from the bottom of their hearts, and they speak to everyone's hearts.

However, Zhou Hao refused with a smile.

It's not that Zhou Hao pretends to be elegant, and he doesn't want to write anymore, but he really writes five pairs of characters in a row, hundreds of words in a row, to ensure that there are no mistakes or omissions, and he also has to figure out the unique artistic conception and style, which is also quite draining, don't look at these five pairs of calligraphy are all done in one go, extremely relaxed, only the writer himself Zhou Hao knows how difficult it is to write these words.

Another reason is that he originally only promised to write five pairs, but now, the promise of five pairs of calligraphy has been fulfilled, so Zhou Hao will definitely not write even one more word.

Then, with a faint smile, he said very literarily: "Several seniors, presumably all of them are masters in the calligraphy world, and the kid didn't just show his ugliness, but he also wrote these words with great interest, and he felt that he was very satisfied, if he wrote again, I am afraid that he will not be able to write such a level, so it is better to stop!"

The words are really concise, reasonable, although more than ten people are reluctant, but there is nothing to be done, the same calligraphy people, a few people also know that what Zhou Hao said is true, many times, improvisations can often be extraordinary, in order to write a hand-me-down, as long as the inspiration passes, often can no longer write such a good work.

And Zhou Hao has already written hundreds of words in one go, using five different fonts and already, it is like a miracle, and it must have taken a lot of effort, although it is a pity, but no one dares to make similar requests.

At the moment, everyone puts Zhou Hao in the same position as themselves.

Reflexively, Ding Jiankun listened to Zhou Hao's words, looked at the elegant smile, his face twitched, thinking of the ruffian appearance of the restaurant Zhou Hao just now, he really couldn't overlap with Zhou Hao in front of him.

In the end, Ding Jiankun could only sigh with emotion: "The world is so big, it's really ...... There are no surprises!"

Immediately afterwards, under the command of Xiao Bingsheng as a treasure, several people hurriedly entered the room, and were busy measuring the size of the five pairs of calligraphy on the table, obviously preparing to customize a special frame.

Several calligraphy writers, like primary school students, revolved around Zhou Hao to ask all kinds of questions, such as what inkstone is usually used, where is the graphite produced, which brush is used, what habits are used when writing, which famous teacher is inherited, how many years into calligraphy and so on.

However, Zhou Hao did not disappoint everyone, let alone Xiao Lao, more than ten people's questions were answered one by one, without omission, tightly, and the atmosphere in the study was repeatedly pushed to a climax by Zhou Hao's answers.

"What a genius, Zhou everyone! I can't imagine that you have been able to achieve such achievements in your spare time for more than ten years! I Yang is impressed, I wonder if you can please give my students a few lessons to teach me the experience of calligraphy. ”

"It is worthy of everyone Zhou, the ancient and modern texts are full of words, and the humanistic allusions are even more handy, it is really amazing, I can't imagine that you also have such a deep attainment in world history and literary history, compared to you, I am really ashamed, ashamed!"

Zhou Hao secretly felt sad in his heart, can his attainments not be profound? The books he bought in the past few months were almost piled up in the room, and he turned on his mobile phone to read books every day whenever he had time, and it is no exaggeration to say that from Russell to the Renaissance, from King Wen of Zhou to Pu Songling of the Qing Dynasty, from the Tang and Song dynasties, and from the Tang and Song dynasties, he talked about Shakespeare...... And so on, everything in art, literature, calligraphy, with a memory beyond ordinary people, Zhou Hao can effortlessly come to his fingertips, such as a number of treasures.

Even Xiao Bingsheng and Xiao Longxiang, who were proud on the side, couldn't help but be stunned, this Zhou Hao is simply a humanoid encyclopedia in the history of literature and calligraphy!

Not only that, but you can also make some thought-provoking comments, in terms of some historical moments, it is simply more golden than the golden holy sigh!

"I didn't expect that Zhou was so young, and his literary and calligraphy attainments were so profound, hey, it was really my luck in Chinese Sinology!"

"Well, I wonder if everyone is interested in joining our calligraphy association?" Finally, an old man said the point, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Yes, yes, our book association is different from other book associations, there are no rules and regulations, at most it is to promote exchanges with each other, and it can be regarded as a formal group organization under the Federation of Chinese Literary and Art Associations, not a copycat organization of cats and dogs, everyone Zhou, I would like to ask you to join us. ”

Zhou Hao naturally doesn't know about the calligraphy association and what literary association, but he wants to come as Xiao Lao, who is not only the president of the Qingshi Calligraphy Association, but also the vice president of the Jianghai Provincial Calligraphy Association.

However, he was surrounded by more than ten people, and at the end, Zhou Hao nodded slightly, looking at Zhou Hao nodding, more than ten people were like a festival, and they were so excited.

But I don't know, but this has created a rare grand occasion in history - more than a dozen calligraphers jointly recommended a newcomer to join the Literary Association, and each of them has a high title of scary, either the president or the honorary director, or the professor and scholar.

A letter of recommendation directly caused a shock in the book world in Jianghai Province, but this is all a later story.

During this period, Guo Shushu, a professor of the Department of Literature of Qingshi University, repeatedly invited Zhou Hao to give a lecture at Qingshi University, which made Zhou Hao look inexplicable, and couldn't help but take a few more glances at Xiao Bingsheng, who was always secretly having fun on the side.

Even in the back, Guo Shushu didn't call Zhou Hao Zhou, but directly called Professor Zhou, which really made Zhou Hao very uncomfortable.

However, Guo Shushu is very serious and solemn, and he said that with Zhou Hao's calligraphy attainments and the analysis of his speech just now, it is absolutely no problem to get the title of a doctor of literature, and as for the title of professor in the university, it is not a problem.

And several other old men who are also university professors also said yes.

Zhou Hao was embarrassed for a while, he had never even gone to high school, but he actually became a professor in the mouth of others? And it was said from the mouths of several professors.

In the evening, he glanced at Xiao Bingsheng, who was still smiling, speechlessly, and left in embarrassment after everyone's repeated efforts.

Even with Zhou Hao's knowledge and experience, it is also very brain-burning to deal with these scholars and students. It's better to just leave.

In the car, Ding Jiankun looked at Zhou Hao, who had survived the catastrophe, and was thinking about how to ask for a pair of notes from the new 'Zhou family' and 'Professor Zhou' next to him, when Zhou Hao's phone rang.

glanced at the notes on the phone, and it was Qiu Yanxue.

Zhou Hao's brows furrowed, he was depressed, and hung up the phone, it was really one after another today, and each of them came one after another when he was defenseless.

This kind of involuntary self-control, the feeling of being left by others is very bad, and now, I have no heart to deal with other emergencies, I just want to go home and do my own thing, but I still endure and pick up the phone.

"Hello?"

On the opposite side was Qiu Yanxue's somewhat jerky voice: "Are you free at night?"

Zhou Hao frowned slightly and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just want to treat you to a meal. ”

"I'm very uncomfortable today, let's do it another day. With that, he hung up the phone.

At this time, Qiu Yanxue sat on the ground with an anxious face, her eyes flushed, and she looked at the mobile phone screen in front of her in a daze.

After a long time, he murmured bitterly: "Dad......"

At this time, Qiu Yanxue's mind was blank, recalling her father, who was a small clerk in the township, who was diligent and diligent all his life, and had never had bad deeds.

When I was young, I went abroad to study in Japan and met my mother. After returning to China, her mother resolutely returned to China with her father despite the opposition of the Japanese people, and because of this, Qiu Yanxue was born.

Every time she thinks about this period of her parents' past, Qiu Yanxue can't help but feel a warm heart.

At present, her mother is a Japanese teacher in the provincial capital, and her father has been in the countryside and is a civil servant in the town.

However, just now, I received a call from my mother, saying that my father was lying in bed like a vegetative person overnight, unable to take care of himself, as if he had been paralyzed by a stroke, which made Qiu Yanxue suddenly confused.

And I learned from my mother that my father has been like this for more than a day or two, and with the help of many relatives and friends, he has also visited many famous medical hospitals in the province, but after all, no one can tell what kind of disease my father has, let alone cure.

"What to do, what to do?"

Qiu Yanxue, who originally wanted to ask for help from Zhou Hao, looked helplessly at the dim sky outside the window at this time, silently wept, for a long time, dressed up briefly, packed up her salutes, and resolutely left the apartment where she had lived for several years.