Since the on-site calligraphy and painting competition was not too formal, after Liu Shao'e voted, the gold medal of the calligraphy group was determined, and the news was soon broadcast on the radio station of the cultural center.

The winners of the calligraphy category are announced below. ”

The winners of the calligraphy category are announced below. ”

The students of the Academy of Fine Arts, who were still waiting for news at the cultural center, pricked up their ears and listened quietly.

"With results so soon, who could it be?"

"It's hard to say, among the people in this competition, the hidden dragon and the Crouching Tiger, I think that Wang Lang is the most promising. ”

"I see, it's still Yang Zhiqing from our Academy of Fine Arts, after all, he is Professor Xiao's protégé. ”

Everyone was speculating about the gold medal winner, even Zhong Yue and Gu Qin stood up a little nervously, waiting for the results to come out.

Next, the silver medal in the calligraphy group is announced, and the work of Wang Lang numbered 68, "Imitation of the Orchid Pavilion Preface". ”

"I'll go, it's really Wang Lang, amazing. Although Wang Lang is not a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, he is no stranger to the figure who won the gold medal in Group B in the provincial "Youth Innovation Cup" last year.

"Wang Lang is a silver award, I thought he was a gold award, so it seems that this gold award is really going to our Academy of Fine Arts. Brother Xu, you are very hopeful. ”

A fat man pushed the man, "How do you speak? What does it mean to have hope, but it is not stable in the hands of our brother Xu?"

The man carrying a high-end leather bag leaned against the railing, pulled down the brim of his hat a little unruly, and snorted coldly: "Garbage competition." With that, he walked towards the outside of the cultural center without looking back.

Bang!

Zhong Yue, who was waiting for news in the hall, was suddenly knocked on the shoulder, and a familiar figure walked towards the outside of the hall.

"Hey, why are you like this?

The man with the hat took the bag in his hand, threw it on his shoulder, and walked out of the cultural center directly.

Zhong Yue stared at the man's back and shook his head with a chuckle, he was really unqualified.

Next, the gold medal of the calligraphy group, the lacquer book work numbered 137, "Wuxia Amun", is announced, and the winners are invited to the exhibition hall on the east side of the second floor of the cultural center to receive the prize. ”

"Wuxia Amon, what a strange name for this work, Zhong Yue, aren't you going back? No matter how late it is, you won't be able to catch the bus back. ”

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "I have to take the money." ”

"Take the money, didn't Mr. Huang say that the money will be transferred to your bank account?"

"Gold Scholarship Bursary. ”

"Oh...... Ah, the Gold Medal, that's your work?"

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "Yes, the sweeping monk's broom that you dislike." ”

“……”

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

Gold Medal - Wuxia Amun?

Isn't this the countryman who quarreled with Director Wu?

Can all of this be awarded?

"Shady!"

There was a burst of boos in the stadium.

"It's too much, that poor and sour person, can still win the gold medal?

Huang Xu squinted his eyes, looked for Zhong Yue's figure around, but did not see this annoying person, "No problem, people are the descendants of Zhong Xuan, the originator of the scholar, can they not give face? Even Director Wu has suffered a loss, how can we little people compare with him? Forget it, leave and leave." ”

"It's really boring, it's okay to lose to our own college, the gold and silver awards have been taken away by these idle people in society, Aunt Wu's words are too weightless, you can't keep a gold award, it's good to get a silver award, really, our calligraphy department has to be ridiculed by people from other departments, alas, it was really a brain convulsion when I first applied for this major. ”

A man with blonde hair carrying a sketchpad on his back walked slowly. Hang Yu, a Chinese-American mixed-race male who is also the winner of the gold medal in the oil painting group, patted Huang Xu's shoulder, revealing a smile that was not worth his life, "No." ”

Huang Xu shook off a cold white eye, "You, looking for death?"

"Who cares?"

Followed by a large group of fans of the Academy of Fine Arts, Hang Yu walked upstairs.

"Love you, baby. ”

"Wow, the old man's girlish heart~~ This is the flying kiss of my family's Hang Shaoai. ”

"Shameless, Hang Shao is my dish!"

A group of fans of the Academy of Fine Arts looked at Hang Yu who was slowly walking upstairs, one by one guilty of nymphomaniac.

Zhong Yue also walked up to the second floor, and when Hang Yu's figure disappeared on the stairs, Zhong Yue stepped on the middle platform, and those fans instantly pulled down their faces.

People rely on clothes, but Zhong Yue's sportswear is still a very old style, which simply makes these girls in the art academy who are born with strict requirements for aesthetics directly repulsive.

"Who is this man, so low. ”

Huang Xu looked at Zhong Yue, who was carrying a schoolbag, and the disgust in his eyes became more and more obvious. However, Zhong Yue didn't see that there were already a bunch of people below who were dissatisfied with him, and he had simply become the public enemy of the calligraphy department of the Academy of Fine Arts.

When I walked to the second floor, I happened to meet the golden lion king. Yes, in Zhong Yue's life, except for those who killed Matt in the township, blonde hair is so natural, and the one who has seen it is the golden lion king.

"Hello!" Hang Yu was obviously in a very good mood, and passed by Zhong Yue, whom he didn't know, with the crystal trophy.

Crooked nuts?

Zhong Yue clearly saw the man's blue eyes, but the Asian face was very obvious.

When he walked to the exhibition hall on the east side, Zhong Yue saw that many calligraphers from the calligraphy association were already waiting, among which there was naturally Wu Zhonghe, whose face was black.

"Zhong Yue, congratulations, you won the gold medal in the calligraphy group, this is the trophy and bonus, you take it. ”

Zhang Shaolin also walked up and shook Zhong Yue's hand, "I was too busy before, and I haven't had time to thank you." You can hand over this half of the Wei tablet to the Cultural Center for safekeeping, and I, as the curator, must thank you. ”

Director Zhang was polite. ”

To be honest, this Wei monument, Zhong Yue to hide privately, it is also extremely difficult, first of all, with leaders at all levels to play Tai Chi, although the times are different, but the people and the official fight, is always a weak, since the penmanship system has been obtained, this cultural relic, can be well preserved in the cultural center, but also Zhong Yue is happy to see.

"Young people, work hard, we older generation, have not been able to make a great contribution to the quintessence of calligraphy, I hope that your younger generation, in the future, will be able to carry forward our quintessence in the world." ”

Zhong Yue let go of Curator Zhang's hand, the corners of his mouth were a little unnatural, this hand was so painful to hold...... The heart said that the strength of this old man's hand is really not ordinary. There are white marks left on my hands!

Liu Shao'e walked over slowly.

"Mr. Liu. Zhong Yue still has a good impression of this old woman, thanks to her before, otherwise this Aunt Wu might not know how to squeeze him.

"The penmanship has been ninety percent of Jinnong's charm, and I have worked the ink method and chapter method. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Liu, for your advice. Zhong Yue was shocked in his heart, this calligrapher's eyes are really poisonous, his ninety percent proficiency in lacquer calligraphy was actually pierced by her at a glance?

Huang Mingchuan smiled and asked: "Xiao Yue, I see that your Zhong family's calligraphy is inherited from European style and Wei tablet, who did you learn from this Jinnong lacquer book?"

"Uh...... With a ...... The old man in the township. But he passed away a few years ago. "At the moment, he can only make it up, if he says that he practiced with Jin Nong, it is estimated that these people present will treat him as a psychopath.

"That's a shame, eh, how many years have you been practicing?"

"Three or four years......"

Huang Mingchuan's face changed.

Han Qiping, who was behind, was even more dumbfounded.

"Three...... Three or four years?"

Liu Shao'e smiled slightly: "Three or four years, it's not a dull qualification, Zhong Yue, it's not too early, go back and practice hard." ”

"That'...... Goodbye......" Zhong Yue turned around and breathed a long sigh of relief, if he told them that it was half a month, he would probably be scared to death.

Han Qiping saw Zhong Yue go downstairs and swallowed, "Mr. Liu, three or four years, this is a genius, how can you say that the qualifications are mediocre? Such a good seedling, compared to my apprentices, is simply one heaven and one earth." ”

Liu Shao'e smiled slightly, "Give him 100 points now, is there still room for improvement?"