Zhong Yue glanced at the address on the express, which was sent from Huizhou.

"Huang Mingchuan, shouldn't you send the membership card of the Huizhou Book Association?" Zhong Yue smiled self-deprecatingly.

If he joins the Book Association now, it will undoubtedly put a tight spell on himself, so that he is not so stupid and constrained by others. Now it doesn't matter to him whether he joins the book association or not.

The seal was torn open by him, and when he touched the paper inside, Zhong Yue felt that something was wrong.

"Rough-edged paper?" Zhong Yue took out the piece of paper sent from inside with some confusion.

When he unfolded the rough-edged paper and saw that it was his first work, he didn't feel a shock to his body. It's not that I'm surprised that this original work still exists, but the delicate handwriting on the side, not the thick brush strokes of Huang Mingchuan's Wei stele, but Liu Shao'e's boudoir Xiaokai.

Looking at the east, the four words speak to Zhong Yue's heart more than any golden and jade words.

In this life, people are not only living in old age, sickness and death, but also living right and wrong, but more often, where does right and wrong come from, in the world of most adults, only talk about interests, whether right or wrong.

In this case, looking to the east, Liu Shao'e's earnest teachings to Zhong Yue are great wisdom to throw away the immediate honor and disgrace and be able to look forward to the long-term.

Looking to the east, he is looking at the achievements of his life.

Looking to the east, it is the hearts of the people who look at it.

The revitalization of calligraphy, relying on Zhong Yue alone, no matter how unpredictable the writing is and the penmanship is amazing, for the Chinese book world, it is just a meteor that is about to come to an end. How to save the ending calligraphy, that is what Liu Shao'e expects from Zhong Yue. On this road, no one can point out a clear path for Zhong Yue.

The innovation of calligraphy has been mentioned. Radical Chinese characters and brushwork, wanting to integrate calligraphy into the big art system, calligraphy majors in colleges and universities, traditional calligraphy students, this is also a kind of inheritance of calligraphy, and so on, and so on, all of which seem to treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

So although Zhong Yue put down his pen for the time being, the burden on his shoulders became heavy after making a statement.

The new bamboo is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it all depends on the old stem for support.

There will be a new student next year, and the ten-zhang dragon grandson will surround the phoenix pool!

The road paved by the old people for Zhong Yue, so far, the next thing to do, can only rely on Zhong Yue himself to grope forward, looking eastward, to see far, to see deeply, Zhong Yue put away the raw edge paper.

"Yue, although you are not sensitive, please talk about it......" The coffee on the table is cold.

Zhong Yue got up and walked out of the café.

In my ears was the shouting of a middle-aged uncle, "Waiter, pay the bill!" and memorize the "Analects", is the crew so short of funds these days, and the venue is reluctant to spend money?"

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Lin'an is also a first-tier city, but just like Shanghai, there are also geographical divisions in various parts of the city.

Zhong Yue followed the address, took the high-speed train for an hour, and finally arrived at a village near Xiaoshan.

Now in the two top art colleges in East China, Liu Tong and Zhao Yongsheng are his strong backing, so Zhong Yue doesn't need to worry too much, but speaking of Xiling Printing Society, he was recognized by Shao Shouyun that night, but he always has to learn something about printing.

Even if it is not helpful for the formation of this alliance, it will be helpful for Zhong Yue to break through the hurdle on the road of calligraphy.

He originally intended to find Li Deming, but Huizhou is not a place of Wenxing after all, and he can't bear it himself every day when he goes back and forth, so he still followed the advice of the old white head and came here to find the first knife of the Zhejiang faction.

Such an old man who was almost thrown out of the door even Xiling's letter of appointment, Zhong Yue had no confidence to persuade him to teach him to govern the seal, so he could only pray that the old white head had an iron relationship with this old man.

According to the address, Zhong Yue looked at the scenery along the way, although it is still a rural area, but compared with their Daping Township, this rural area is built like their county seat. Living in such a place, in addition to the surrounding shopping malls and entertainment facilities, the environment is also quiet and suitable.

"Thirty-nine bars and one ......"

Zhong Yue groped from house to house, and finally found this family with a deep courtyard and a quiet environment. The surrounding walls are all in the style of the last century, with cement piers tired one by one, the surface is plastered with some cement, and green glass slag is used as an embellishment, such a style has long been eliminated.

Zhong Yue looked at the movement in the iron gate, and there seemed to be no one. I looked left and right, but there was no doorbell, so I had to knock on the tin door with my hand and shout, "Is there anyone?"

As soon as the hand knocked, the red paint of the iron door that had been in disrepair for a long time had already rolled off a lot.

There didn't seem to be anyone in there.

Zhong Yue paused for a few seconds, then patted the iron door again, and shouted, "Is there anyone inside? I'm here to find Qiu Wenzhen and Qiu Lao!"

There was still no movement inside. Zhong Yue was a little speechless, was this deliberately pretending not to hear or was there really no one. He was about to pick up his mobile phone and ask Ma Feng if the address he gave was wrong, when he suddenly remembered a voice behind him.

"Don't look for it, young man. Can't find him. ”

Zhong Yue put down his mobile phone, turned his head, and saw the old man with his back bent and a cane in his hand passing by, so he asked, "Why?

The old man said, "Dead." ”

"Dead?!When did it happen?"

The old man clutched his cane, "A few months ago." ”

Zhong Yue tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Old man, don't fool me, the people from the Printing Society only came to look for Qiu Lao last month, you said that he died a few months ago, how many Qiu Lao are there in this village?"

The old gentleman stammered, "Ah, oh, that may have died last month." I'm old and I don't remember anymore......"

“……”

Hearing this vague answer, Zhong Yue couldn't help but laugh or cry.

"Uncle, I know that Qiu Lao is deep in Jianchu, not seeking fame and fortune, this time I came here, not because I was entrusted by the Printing Society to let Qiu Lao out of the mountain, but I wanted to learn how to govern Yin, so I came here to apprentice. ”

"Hehe, I live in the village, the people who have come to visit for decades, if not tens of thousands, but also thousands, if you want to learn to govern the seal, everyone is immersed in the study of seals, how can you have the kung fu to take the apprentice, go back, he will not see you." Xuezhiyin, you're in the wrong place. ”

As he spoke, the old man was about to walk towards the village with a cane.

When Zhong Yue heard this, his heart was also half cold, but he remembered what the old Bai Tou had explained, and planned to make one last attempt, and shouted towards the courtyard: "Old man, Mr. Bai Xia, let me ask you, have you still paid the favor you owed back then?"

The old man, who had already walked seven or eight steps away, suddenly took crutches, turned around tremblingly, walked towards Zhong Yue, and asked excitedly, "You...... What did you just say?"

Zhong Yue saw that there was no movement inside, but the old man who had just given himself back came over again and said, "I didn't talk to you just now. ”

"You repeat it again!"

"I said that I was introduced by Mr. Bai Xiabai, and I came to ask Qiu Lao, did you still pay back that favor back then?"

The old man's eyes trembled, he looked very excited, and his throat fell along with the wrinkled skin, "White...... Brother Bai, is he okay?"