The applause was still sparse.

Zhong Yue walked to the front of the stage, exchanged glances with Zhao Yongsheng, and took the wireless microphone from him. If the handover of a mission is average, no matter whether it is success or failure, today Zhong Yue has to present the road paved before and the good game, otherwise he doesn't know that he will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.

"I'm not a student of Gome, so I'm not here today to accept your congratulations, and certainly not to show off my might. In my opinion, having won the award, there is nothing to be happy about. ”

Zhong Yue paused for a moment. A chuckle tugged at the corners of some of the people's mouths below.

"Pretend!"

"Don't give it to me, I heard that the first prize of the national competition has a prize of 6,000. ”

"Damn, you can get an entry-level SLR. ”

“……”

Zhong Yue continued: "So today I was invited by Professor Zhao Yongsheng to come here to talk to you. More than 100 years ago, our ancestors opened a site at the foot of Lin'an Mountain, based on printing, and established Xiling. Whether it is calligraphy or Chinese painting, they are the quintessence of our country, and I dare not say that these quintessences have been lonely, but at least they are not as brilliant as they once were!

Calligraphy and painting have been inherited for thousands of years, and there have been many famous masters in the past dynasties, even if there are many wars in modern times, but the world of calligraphy and painting is extraordinarily prosperous, and there are hundreds of schools of thought contending for the sound of singing. But now, slowly, traditional calligraphy and Chinese painting are gradually lonely, becoming no longer familiar to people, and even more shelved, regarded as elegant art, ordinary people can not touch the trend, this is of course every calligrapher, every Chinese painting person is saddened.

The faces of the people sitting below became serious, because the problem Zhong Yue talked about did exist. Although calligraphy and Chinese painting are not so critical compared to those traditional crafts that are about to disappear, they are indeed declining compared to a few decades ago.

"All of you here are students of our National Academy of Fine Arts, and they will all be young talents who will go to the world of calligraphy and painting in the future. ”

"In the turbulent twentieth century, we have Bai Shi Weng, Xu Beihong, these art giants that make Western artists bow to the wind, modern grass sage Yu Zuoren, Nanlin Bei Li, etc., now the giants are ancient, try to ask the contemporary art circle, our descendants of Yan and Huang, do we pick up the oil brush to emerge, or guard our national quintessence, with the sharp and round brush in our hands to splash ink, write brilliantly, and paint wonderful?"

Some people below looked at Zhong Yue intently, and some people were still indifferent.

It is true that it is a fantasy to rely on Zhong Yue's words to revive the glory of calligraphy.

He came over this time, not as Zhao Yongsheng hoped, to come to the United States to pull people. In other words, how can we pull a few helpers? More than a billion people in China rely on a few of them to publicize and teach and educate people?

Being too tired is not what Zhong Yue envisioned. His eyes swept down, these people are all through the art examination, the college entrance examination into the institutions of higher learning, their future, is not just a painter, art needs to think, not a craft so simple. It's not that artists who have not received higher education can't paint good works, but at least these people who stand out from colleges and universities have unknown potential and value in the future world of books and paintings in the future.

Zhong Yue took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Presumably, everyone is already confused when they hear this. What do you want to express after going around and around in such a big circle? What I'm going to say is actually very simple. That is to say, I hope that all of you here, please do not forget your original intention when you pursue personal honor and disgrace in the future. We are calligraphers and Chinese painters. Many people may think that it is too unrealistic to consider these things at this age, so what I want to say is - please live in the moment!"

Hearing Zhong Yue's sonorous and powerful shout, everyone present below was stunned.

"What qualifications does he have...... a person who was about to question him, and the senior next to him buttoned his hat.

"If he is not qualified, you are not qualified to contradict what he said. ”

“……”

Zhong Yue took a deep breath and said, "If everyone wants to wait for me to become famous and full of honor, and then devote myself to the great cause of revitalizing calligraphy, then you can wait, can the entire book world afford to wait?!"

There was silence underneath.

Several old professors from Gome sat aside, looking at Zhong Yue on the stage with moist eyes.

They didn't think that Zhong Yue was putting on a show today. Because there is no need, a "Rice Wine Post" is enough for Zhong Yue to make a name for himself in the book world, and he doesn't need to make trouble.

"This kid, why don't you talk about the East China Youth Calligraphy and Painting Alliance, it's very good, I'm about to cry, but don't you want to pay attention. The old Tianjin professor sitting next to Zhao Yongsheng frowned, looking like the emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuch was in a hurry.

Zhong Yue laughed loudly and said, "So, since time is running out, what are you waiting for?

Click.

Trample.

Click.

Trample.

Zhong Yue put down the microphone and left directly from the side.

The people below were stunned!

The gossip has long been spread all over the United States, and Zhong Yue came here to say that the East China Youth Calligraphy and Painting Alliance is over, why did it end without mentioning a word? Is there still a next one? No, this one is already an opportunity that Professor Zhao has won with great difficulty, or is it mixed in this commendation conference, how can it be possible to have another one? At the National Academy of Fine Arts, although Zhao Yongsheng's words have enough weight, after all, this is within the university system, and it is not his old Zhao alone.

Seeing that Zhong Yue was over, the old professors below who were waiting for Zhong Yue to make a big move couldn't sit still? Hey, after the sensationalism is over, it's time to talk about specific things, why did it stop abruptly at this juncture? It's not scientific!

Zhao Yongsheng hadn't come back to his senses yet, he looked to the side, "Lao Wang, he's ...... He didn't say he was going to the bathroom, was he?"

"Who goes to the toilet when someone is speaking? It seems like...... It's over!"

"I ...... This ......" Zhao Yongsheng looked like he wanted to cry without tears, and chased him out directly.

"Lao Zhao, the road is slippery in snow, be careful!"

Zhao Yongsheng almost scolded, all this is fine, but he forgot to talk about the most important thing, then this speech, and the meaning of its existence? How did this kid make such a serious mistake! He looked at the snow and sighed, he missed the opportunity, and now even if he chased Zhong Yue back, it would be useless.

He called Zhong Yue's phone.

"Professor Zhao, what else ......?"

"Foolish, you. How can you forget to mention the East China Youth Calligraphy and Painting Alliance? Why have we worked so hard to do so much?"

Zhong Yue carried the leather box and walked on the campus of Gome.

"Compared with recruiting talents for the alliance that has not yet been skimmed, Professor Zhao, don't you think that more bells and devices have emerged in Gome, which is a more meaningful thing for the world of books and paintings?"

The snow fell silently, but Zhong Yue's words were loud.

Zhao Yongsheng looked at the vast snow scene, Lin'an had not had such a heavy snow for many years.

"Where are you going to have a meal?" Zhao Yongsheng always felt that he wanted to say more.

Zhong Yue said with a smile: "The heart is like an arrow, and there will be a period later......"