As soon as August passed, the summer vacation came to an end, especially in Shanghai, where she stayed for more than a month, she also played in many places, science and technology museums, zoos, playgrounds, etc., Zhong Yue, Huang Youwei, and Gu Qin, who could almost play, accompanied them all over, and also collected their hearts and sent them back to Ganzhou to go to school.

Qin Bin can't do it in a short period of time, this can rely on Zhong Yue to use ink rhyme to relax his muscles and bones little by little, because medically speaking, there is no bone damage in the whole body, so it can only be pressed on some nerve or other problems.

After a few days of meditation in his study, Zhong Yue was ready to leave for Huizhou. The biggest news in the literary circle is that Zhong Yue has made a comeback and taken over as the president of the East China Young Artists Alliance, which surprised many artists of the older generation who did not participate in the Xiling Summit, and even caused a lot of shock in Beijing.

However, Zhong Yue's achievements in calligraphy and painting art are no less than those of today's domestic first-line calligraphy and painting masters, and the works of this personal calligraphy and painting exhibition have been reprinted on the Internet, which is the status of Zhong Yue's comeback, from a genius boy, to a master.

Due to the change of position of Luo Suli, Zhong Yue was originally going to go back to Huizhou to discuss and negotiate with Mr. Luo.

It took more than an hour to fly and soon arrived in Huizhou. Zhong Yue saw Huang Mingchuan and the other directors of the Huizhou Calligraphy Association and the Painting Association waiting here, so he walked up and said, "How dare you bother everyone to come and pick up the plane?"

"Zhong Yue, you are not the fledgling teenager you were now, and now you are among the first-line masters in China, and our Huizhou Calligraphy Association and Painting Association still rely on you to support you. ”

"How dare you. This first-line master came inexplicably"

Huang Mingchuan stood with a cane, looking at Zhong Yue, who was in his prime, surrounded by a group of calligraphy and painting colleagues, and walked towards the outside of the airport, also full of emotion, and muttered: "Sister Liu, have you seen it?" As he spoke, he burst into tears, took out a towel and wiped his cloudy eyes.

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Hui University Office

"Teacher Luo, I have explained many times, your teaching position has now expired, and it is already retirement age. ”

"Well, I'm just curious. Before, Luo was about to retire, and the school refused to let go, but now this quietly has completed all the procedures for me, and even the salary and previous benefits have been settled, so fast efficiency is a bit different from those people's work style. ”

"Don't be suspicious. From next month, you will be a retired teacher, and you will enjoy it with a generous retirement salary. ”

"Heh, I've been traveling all over the country for a long time, and I've enjoyed most of my life, where is it like you, I just want to live the life I want when I'm old, and I'm gone. ”

The middle-aged woman sitting in the finance office shook her head and smiled: "This old Luo ......"

Luo Suli walked on the road of Huida, looking at the birch trees, and the sudden retirement and resignation caught him off guard. There are no children and no daughters under his knees, not even a wife, he has been in countless relationships when he was young, and when he is old, he can't find anyone who can look down on him, when he devotes his life's work to this school, he is not treated by the leader.

"This life has passed like this......"

Standing in front of the lawn, watching the bell of the teaching building fall on one side, the students who slowly poured out, sat on the steps of the library and watched for a long time, until half an hour later, slowly, after the end of class, and entered the classroom, he stood up and returned to the office that did not belong to him.

"Mr. Luo, I heard that you are retired?"

"Well, finally retired. ”

"Congratulations, you can finally retire. ”

Luo Suli chuckled, "Hey, what kind of age do I raise." His desk was clean, for he barely came here, and after putting the few things in the box in order, he went away on his own, not home, but to the nearest classroom where he had stayed.

There seem to be a lot of people practicing calligraphy today, and the number of them is somewhat beyond Russell's expectations.

"What's going on?"

"The pen must be flat, such as the cone to draw sand, the pen must be round, such as the folded hairpin strands, such as the softness of gold, the pen must be left, such as the house leakage marks, the pen must be heavy, such as the mountain falling stones, this is the modern 'Huang Binhong' Mr. summed up the four elements of the pen, you can practice by yourself under the demonstration I just made. ”

"Senior, can you leave a contact information?"

Zhong Yue smiled: "You can follow my Weibo." ”

"Yes...... Any other ways to get in touch?"

Zhong Yue looked at the smiling girl, shook his head and said, "Sorry, this is not available for the time being." ”

"Do you learn calligraphy for fun, or do you learn it to find a boyfriend or girlfriend?"

Luo Suli's questioning suddenly quieted the calligraphy classroom, which had a cheerful atmosphere. Zhong Yue turned his head and saw that this old stubborn was still stubborn, and smiled, "Let's contact ourselves." Teacher Luo, it's been a long time. ”

"Well, I'm here to pack my things and get ready to go home. ”

"Teacher Luo, I still have something to discuss with you. ”

"I'm no longer a teacher and retired, so there's nothing to negotiate. What are you doing here? Get your diploma?"

Zhong Yue said: "I finally let you retire normally, and I want to find you to do your best to grow old, why is there nothing to discuss?"

Luo Suli was invited out of the classroom by Zhong Yue, standing in the corridor and looking at Zhong Yue suspiciously, "You asked me to retire?"

"yes. Didn't I tell you about the East China Young Artists Alliance before, you said that although you are interested, you still have to teach in the school, and you can't leave, and now that the school has released you, you will always have time to deign to help me, right?"

"You...... You're pumping from the bottom of the kettle, it's amazing. ”

Zhong Yue said, "Teacher Luo, don't say that. If you don't want to do something here, why waste your time doing what you like, isn't it?"

"Of course. Luo Suli said, "It's just that I, a teacher who has taught literature all my life, is it too broad to evaluate those professional calligraphers and painters?"

Zhong Yue shook his head and said, "That's what I want." ”

"Good. ”

Zhong Yue was also a little in awe when he saw the white-haired Luo Suli, such a persistent person really exists, and those things that need to be guarded and worthy of inheritance can be passed down endlessly.

"Zhong Yue. ”

"Are you ......" Looking at the middle-aged man in a suit with a pair of rimless glasses, Zhong Yue couldn't remember such an existence in his impression for a while, but he seemed to have seen it.

Russell raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Headmaster." "For the newly appointed principal Xiao Kun, he has never been in contact with it a few times, but he heard that the reviews are not bad, and he doesn't know if it's true or not.

"Oh, yes, it's the headmaster. ”

"This issue of the Celebrity Lecture Hall should be regarded as the opening ceremony of your succession as the president of the East China Young Calligraphers and Painters Alliance, I think we need to let contemporary young people hear the voices of young people!"

Zhong Yue looked very indifferent, and said with an equal attitude: "Young people actually happen all the time, but you can't hear it. ”