Zhou Qingyu's Weibo repost is simply better than the headlines of major newspapers in Huizhou.

In just half a day, the number of retweets has reached tens of thousands, and the number of comments has reached 50,000!

Zhong Yue downloaded Weibo, tinkered with it for more than half an hour, and finally found Zhou Qingyu's Weibo, clicked on the top Weibo, and clicked on the comments, all of which were the memories of youth after some netizens saw this work.

"I didn't expect the goddess to have such a connotation, this work reminds me of my youth, on the football field in college, playing football with my classmates, it was all ten years ago, and now my daughter is also born, thank you for the years, thank you for those lost youth. ”

Zhong Yue flipped through a few popular comments, all of which were comments made with feelings. Those words that touched the heartstrings resonated with many people.

Calligraphy, if it was just a handsome glyph, would not have such a big repercussion. Zhong Yue's work reminds many people of their youthful years.

He did, indeed, he really did.

Zhong Yue put down his mobile phone and began to copy the "Lingfei Sutra".

No matter what the outside world says, Zhong Yue is still like water. Sweeping the pen, horizontal scales, the second of the nine potentials of the gods and men, Zhong Yue has to make more efforts on this road.

Brushwork is not easy through the ages, but usage is unpredictable.

Jumping when encountering the mountain, rising when encountering the water, the dragonfly is flying by the water, and the white horse is also skimming, as for how to use it naturally but not mediocre, this is what Zhong Yue wants to figure out and experience by himself.

Now Zhong Yue is copying the Lingfei Sutra, which is not a copy of Wen Zhengming, nor is it the original copy of the Tang Dynasty, but his own writing.

This is the only way for every calligrapher to form a style - from the way of calligraphy of their predecessors, condense their own calligraphy style. Blind imitation can only fall into the inferior.

Even after the Lingfei Sutra was copied, Zhong Yue locked the door and walked out of the house. In the rural customs of the village, there is now some industrial smell, tractors in the fields, scattered street lamps on the country roads, and push forward a hundred years, that is the real sunrise and sunset.

However, compared with the bright nightlife in big cities, Xiaohe Village is finally in such a state of life.

The only commissary in the village has also changed. Zhong Yue remembers that when he was a child, there were almost not many things in the commissary of the fat aunt's house, because of the limitation of consumption power, cigarettes, alcohol, rice, noodles, except for some necessary daily necessities, there may be nothing special.

Now it's different, the consumption level has improved, the demand of the villagers has increased, and the things in the commissary have also changed a lot, especially the children's snacks, I remember when I was a child, Zhong Yue's deepest influence was candy. There are cheap candies such as 20 cola candies for a dollar, and there are also green arrows that only "rich and handsome" can afford, and they cost a piece of five, only five pieces.

"Fat aunt, did you buy the food I bought for Uncle Laifu yesterday?"

The fat aunt carried the blue bag to the counter, "Well, I just bought it, it's all fresh." ”

"Thank you. ”

The fat aunt took a sip of strong tea, and the tea dirt on the cup is estimated to have been deposited for more than ten years, and it is not dark, "Don't blame the fat aunt for being too talkative, didn't you come to Songhu last time, since you have such a good opportunity, you hurry up and make a phone call, grab it." In the future, we villagers will be able to get ahead in the big city. ”

In the face of the fat aunt's invisible investment, Zhong Yue could only smile and say nothing, picked up the big blue bag, and swept his eyes to the green arrow in the glass counter.

"This gum, bring me one. ”

"Oh, yes. ”

The fat aunt took a piece of chewing gum in her fat hand and handed it to Zhong Yue.

"The fat aunt gave you, no money. Take it and eat it. ”

Zhong Yue smiled, is this considered an investment? He took out a few steel hammers, "How much is it, how embarrassing is this?"

"Haha, a piece of five. ”

Zhong Yue put the money on the counter, "Let's go." ”

The price of a piece of five, ten years ago, is still the same price now, some things, ten years ago were considered luxury, ten years later, it is not.

Zhong Yue carried the bag and walked on the country road.

He persuaded Zhang Laifu to let him live in Xiaoheshan, after all, his water and electricity facilities are very perfect, but Zhang Laifu refused, saying that he was used to it, and he couldn't sleep if he changed places.

Zhong Yue walked into the courtyard of Zhang Laifu's house and shouted, "Master." ”

Zhang Laifu stretched his waist, "Go, practice the work of pen making." ”

"Oh, good. Zhong Yue knew that Zhang Laifu had nothing to pursue in his life, and the only hope was that his craft could be succeeded by others.

The craft of making pens, there is no skill in the degreasing of the pen, and the work at hand is all in the basin, Zhong Yue can now also take charge of himself, holding the iron tongs to comb the sorted out pen in the basin.

Rubbing into a cylindrical shape, pulling out the miscellaneous hairs, and fixing the end of the pen head with rosin, these jobs seem to be not too technical at every step, but some subtle surprises can affect the writing feel of the whole pen.

It was still early for lunch, Zhang Laifu cleaned up the ingredients that Zhong Yue brought, and came over to point out the shortcomings in Zhong Yue's pen. Overall, I was quite satisfied, so I lit a cigarette and sat happily on the side to smoke, "People who have studied in college still have bright brains." At that time, the work in this basin, after practicing for a year or two, may not be as good as your level in the past few months, and if you have another year and a half, you will be able to become a teacher. ”

Zhong Yue finally heard a word of praise from Zhang Laifu's mouth, and smiled happily.

A few families were happy and a few were sad, Wu Zhonghe looked at the official account voting platform that had been paralyzed, and the look of surprise on his face was difficult to hide.

He didn't expect that a city-level competition could crowd the voting platform!

The platform is now unable to vote.

First place, No. 60 work "Whose Youth is Immaculate"

Eighty-nine thousand and thirty-two votes.

The total number of votes for the first 59 works is less than half of Zhong Yue......

Zhong Yue originally thought that Zhou Qingyu forwarded his works, which was the same thing, but he underestimated the influence of stars. is such a simple Weibo, which squeezed the public account voting platform.

Calligraphy, for most netizens who have no attainments, they do not pay attention to any chapters and brushwork, as long as it can make them pleasing to the eye, it is a masterpiece. Especially in italics, Zhong Yue's works have both meaning and content, which arouses many people's memories of youth.

Some things don't have so much content and connotation attached to them, but after they resonate, they expand and form a trend.

In this era of cultural absence, calligraphy seems to have been forgotten in a corner. Most people treat people who can write calligraphy with a state of admiration.

"Ah, you can actually write calligraphy. ”

"It's so powerful, I can actually do calligraphy, and the characters are so beautiful. ”

This is the attitude of ordinary people towards calligraphy, and they think that it is a very profound art.

Soft pens and hard pens have indeed become a threshold for many people to get in touch with calligraphy. Therefore, many people start with a fountain pen when they come into contact with calligraphy, which is actually far from traditional calligraphy.

Hui University, Academy of Fine Arts and other colleges and universities have all fried the pot. Zhou Qingyu forwarded Zhong Yue's work, and the popularity caused by this incident is no longer comparable to the popularity of the original "chicken steak tycoon". As a relatively well-known star, he basically does not accept such a Weibo promotion without advertising fees, and even if there is, it is hundreds of thousands or even millions of advertising endorsement fees, obviously, it is impossible for Zhong Yue to pay such an expensive promotion fee, so everyone is speculating about what ulterior relationship Zhou Qingyu has with this chicken steak tycoon.

People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, and this retweet on Weibo has caused many people to sneak into the campus of Hui University to find Zhong Yue and want a signed photo of Zhou Qingyu, or a notice of Zhou Qingyu's recent activities.

It's just that their wishful thinking has come to naught, and Zhong Yue has already returned to his hometown early to live a summer life. The entire campus of Hui University is looking for Zhong Yue, and the uncle's chicken steak restaurant, which has fallen in popularity, has once again ushered in many new customers.

Even the uncle didn't know what was going on, so for some reason there was a long queue again.

"Uncle, is the person who wrote this banner really the work of the person who reposted it on Zhou Qingyu's Weibo?"

"The font of this banner is indeed the same font as the big characters in "Whose Youth is Immaculate". ”

Uncle can understand that he has found the right person in his own store and asked a passer-by to write a banner. The source of customers and popularity brought by this is simply against the sky!

The other two chicken steak restaurants, whose business was gradually picking up, saw such a scene again and were already considering the transfer of the store.

No one thought that a banner could have such great effect.

In a high-end café, the innocent and Chu Chu Huang Youwei sat in front of a woman wearing a peaked cap.

"Hello, what do you two need?"

The woman's voice in the cap was deliberately lowered, "A cup of black coffee." ”

"What about this young lady?"

Huang Youwei smiled: "Lemonade." ”

"Okay, wait a minute. ”

After the waiter left, the woman wearing the peaked cap raised her head slightly, revealing half of her beauty, "Youwei, do you know what those fans on Weibo call me now?"

"What?"

"Talented girl. ”

A hint of cunning flashed in Huang Youwei's eyes, "Sister Zhou is already very talented." ”

"It's just your little mouth. ”

Huang Youwei handed a USB flash drive to Zhou Qingyu, "Here are five modified Chinese-style tracks, Sister Zhou should take the time to listen to them." ”

"You do things, I don't worry. To tell you the truth, your level of ancient style composition is almost catching up with those Hong Kong and Taiwan producers, why don't you come to be a producer for your sister?

"Your black coffee, your lemonade. ”

"Thank you. Huang Youwei picked up the lemonade and took a sip gently, "No." Grandpa will scold. ”

"Haha, my sister is joking with you. Eh, by the way, the Zhong Yue you introduced, do you have his contact information?"

"What?"

Zhou Qingyu saw her serious look and chuckled: "Why are you so nervous, I'm afraid that my sister will rob your sweetheart?"

"Sister, don't talk nonsense. ”

"Didn't the work forwarded on Weibo cause heated discussions? My sister wants to use his work as the cover of this album of the same name, so I want to contact him, you see ......"

Huang Youwei put down the glass and breathed a sigh of relief, "But I don't know him." ”

Zhou Qingyu was stunned, "I don't know, I don't know why you asked me to forward this work?"

"I met him at the Youth Palace, but he hasn't been here for a long time. ”

“……”

Zhou Qingyudai frowned slightly, "I thought it was such an important person." Do you know how much pressure my sister reposted this Weibo under the pressure of the brokerage company? If it weren't for the topic of the work itself that overshadowed those rumors, otherwise those paparazzi might have to gossip about some scandal. ”

"My sister is afraid of scandals, why do you want to look for him?"

Zhou Qingyu took a small spoon and gently stirred it in the coffee cup, "Buying the copyright of this work, an ordinary partnership, isn't that killing two birds with one stone?"

"Oh...... In this way, Uncle Diao seems to know his phone number. ”

"Forget it. ”