Universities generally start later. Generally, the school starts in September and a half, and some wait for the National Day holiday to start school. Kang Min called, saying that the exchange student procedures had been completed, and informed Zhong Yue that he could go to the East China Academy of Fine Arts to report after the National Day.

Zhong Yue thought about it, and after staying at home for a few days, he received a message from a classmate who had not been in touch for a long time.

It was sent by Ye Xiaoqian.

Ye Xiaoqian: "I organized a class reunion on the weekend, are you free?"

For such a class reunion, Zhong Yue is not cold. It's not decades apart, some have graduated from high school and are just starting to work, and some classmates are still in college, spending their parents' money, what can we talk about when we get together?

He was about to refuse, but Ye Xiaoqian sent another message, "Teacher Cheng or a few teachers are coming, it's best if you can come." ”

Zhong Yue's hand that wanted to reply stopped. In the key high school in the county, Zhong Yue was the first in their township to be admitted to a key university, but not the first in their county, and their class was also more than 20 college students. When he was in high school, the head teacher Lao Cheng knew the plight of Zhong Yue's family, and he had been silently helping him, to be honest, it was indeed Zhong Yue's honor to meet such a good teacher.

"Time, place. ”

For Ye Xiaoqian, apart from the little friendship between classmates for three years, there seems to be nothing else, but it is a little embarrassing.

"September 10, Century City Hotel. ”

Zhong Yue put down his mobile phone, September 10, Teacher's Day...... Looks like we have to give something away.

Zhong Yue had to admire that the organizers were really good at picking days.

Sending money?

Definitely won't accept it.

Sending flowers?

I'm afraid I'll throw it away.

Sending a shopping card?

It doesn't seem to be appropriate.

Zhong Yue thought about it, why don't you send a painting.

I happened to have nothing to do, so I casually made a few paintings and talked about my thoughts. Originally, Zhong Yue was going to paint a few figure paintings, but the problem came, although Wang Ximeng had the skills to paint the top ten famous paintings, he was still younger after all, in addition to being good at landscape painting, he was still weak in figure painting.

Zhong Yue had no choice but to change to landscape painting, adding more flowers to his brushwork.

Zhilan, peach and plum, carnation, etc., Zhong Yue thought about it, in landscape painting, it is still easy to express peach and plum, and the rest of the flowers are difficult to be used as carriers, otherwise they will become flower and bird paintings.

The mountains are full of peaches and plums, and the garden is full of spring.

Zhong Yue drew with a pen.

It took three hours to finish the picture of the peach and plum world.

This is no longer a green landscape, the mountains are like a red mountain, but from the painting bones, it can be seen that it is a peach forest, not a red mountain.

After painting Lao Cheng, I thought that there were still a few teachers to come, and I couldn't favor one over the other, so I had to draw another day.

Zhong Yue brushed the pen in the pen wash and prepared to go to bed. This is completely a matter that comes out of the sideways, and Zhong Yue doesn't care much about it and doesn't have much emotion.

Lao Cheng said it very well at the graduation ceremony.

"Some people are destined to be just a passer-by in your life, since they are passers-by, why bother not to forget?"

It's just that in Zhong Yue's heart, some people, including Lao Cheng, are more important.

A text message from someone I don't know who sent it - "Congratulations to Master Zhong for winning the second prize." ”

Scold.

Zhong Yue chuckled, he didn't care about these so-called awards, and he went to participate in the competition for fun, but he didn't expect that there were really people who were playing with this thing in a different way.

He charged his phone and didn't bother to bother anymore.

There is nothing in the world, and mediocrity disturbs itself.

……

……

A few days later.

Originally, he thought that since he was going to send it to the teacher, he couldn't be too cold, and he had to frame it somewhat, but he was afraid that it would be too late, so he specially asked Pang Jun.

On the morning of Teacher's Day, Zhong Yue took his paintings to Dexuanzhai.

"Brother Pang, is it really too late for half an hour?"

Pang Jun spread out a few paintings and said, "Don't worry. In the past, your kind of large paintings had to be framed manually, which took a long time, and such small works are not very expensive, and half an hour is enough for a machine. ”

Pang Jun handed the painting to the workers behind him and sat down with Zhong Yue.

"This is the money from the sale of ink, you order. ”

Zhong Yue picked up 10,000 yuan, thought about it, took out 3,000 yuan from it, and handed it to Pang Jun, "Brother Pang, this money is yours." "Let Pang Jun sell on behalf of others, you have to give profits, otherwise people will open their doors to do business, and this will not eat other people's customers.

"Ah Yue, you're bored. Take it back. ”

"Brother Pang, you can take it. The guests are all yours, I'm looking for you to sell on behalf of you, if you don't give a penny, won't you become a black-hearted manufacturer?"

Pang Jun pushed back again, "Then you don't treat me as a friend." Ten ink ingots, not a hundred, not to mention that I didn't do anything, they were all collected by Lao Cai and his friends, if you still have ......"

Zhong Yue embarrassedly opened the box.

Pang Jun, who was sitting on the side, was taken aback, "Is there really one?!"

He picked up one of the ink ingots in the box and looked at it carefully.

The purple light, the introverted aroma, and the delicate ink quality are indeed the quality of the previous batch.

"Xiao Yue, this ...... Honestly, how many are there?"

"Uh...... In this batch, there should be about 100 left. ”

Pang Jun took a deep breath, not surprised by the batch, but Zhong Yue said "this batch", what does that mean, it means that there is the next batch!

"Do you really have an ancient recipe?"

"Hmm. ”

Pang Jun's eyes widened, "You're going to get rich!"

"Ahem, Brother Pang, calm down. ”

Pang Jun had already stood up, paced back and forth, and said: "Do you know how rare an ancient ink recipe is now? Why is the Cao Gong Ink Factory in Songhu a leading enterprise? That is, he has this ancient ink recipe in his hand, and the quality of your ink recipe is no less than the ink ingots produced by their factory now!"

"Brother Pang, I don't have this plan yet. This batch of goods, you sell it slowly, and it's best to have some purchase restriction measures. ”

There were no guests in the study at this time, Pang Jun said: "It's still limited to buying a hammer, now my old customers here, just order your ink ingot, there are more than 30, your batch of goods, not enough for them to share." ”

“……”

Zhong Yue tugged at the corners of his mouth, "So sought-after?"

"But no, why else did I call you the other day? Writing calligraphy, do you lack those few dollars to spend? There are a few old customers, who have seven or eight thousand pensions and pension insurance every month, plus the living expenses given by their children, this is almost tens of thousands, and there is no shortage of money at all. ”

Forehead...... Your uncle, or your uncle.

"So according to me, you can find an ink factory to do the processing on your behalf. Now the ink industry market is shrinking, in fact, the demand for high-end products is very large. It's a pity that the current ink factory, except for the formula, the process and quality are not as good as before, so your ink ingot is so sought-after. ”

"Then I'll think about it. ”

While chatting, the staff at the back took the four framed scrolls.

Pang Jun glanced at it, he didn't look carefully before, thinking that Zhong Yue had drawn it casually. He knew that Zhong Yue had a high level of calligraphy attainment, but he shouldn't be very good at painting, so he was startled when he looked at it.

"Damn!"

Zhong Yue was shocked when he saw Pang Jun's big reaction, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"This ...... You drew it?"

"That's right, I didn't tell Brother Pang that I drew a few random pictures and wanted to give them to the teacher. ”

"The machine framed wasted ......"

Zhong Yue stood up, a little speechless, "Brother Pang, although the painting is a little rough, there is no need to hurt people so much, right?"

"I mean, it's machine-framed, you're wasting this painting!"

“……”