It is not easy to win the national competition, but Zhong Yue has this confidence, not only because of his trust in his penmanship, but also because of this responsibility, which he must bear.

Liu Shao'e, Xi Qichang, Qian Yunyao, Qingteng Calligraphy, Yunhui, Huamei Liu Tong, these older generation of calligraphers are all paving the way for him, if he still looks at the small pattern in front of his study, Zhong Yue can return to the foot of Xiaohe Mountain, and there is no need to run around. This may be the difference between a bookmaker and a bookmaker.

The afternoon was still long, and Zhong Yue took a break to wander around the ancient town. The ancient town is a long river, the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, a strip of water, from generation to generation, relying on the river, now the style of the ancient town, and bring business opportunities and wealth to the people here, the times are developing, the new and the old, blending and developing here.

The revolution of calligraphy is not superficial, but rather the removal of words and brushwork, but rather innovation? The essence has been extracted, and the skin will be attached without hair?

Zhong Yue strolled through the town, a few ducks floated by the bridge in the river, and many families along the shore set up a small coal stove and used a stainless steel basin to boil tea eggs. This is the most common and popular snack.

It is rumored that the ancestor Zhong Xuan, digging Wei Dan's tomb to get nine strokes, looking at everything is like looking at calligraphy, Zhong Yue is now slowly groping towards this road. In terms of penmanship, the nine potentials of gods and men and the eight methods of Yongzi are much more mysterious than Cai Yong's nine potentials, but Zhong Yue lacks experience. Compared with the ancestral captain Zhong Xuan, Zhong Yue's contact with calligraphy may be full of calculations, less than a year. At this speed, if other people know, let alone demons, no one will even believe it.

He walked on the streets of the ancient town and felt the customs of the ancient town.

The travelers are in a hurry, and the residents on the other side are leisurely looking at the scenery on the other side.

Thousands of miles away to see the scenery, and the people who see the scenery are watching you on the other side. Zhong Yue sat on the railing on the shore and looked sideways at the couplet hanging on one side.

The bamboo is opened in half, and the bamboo joints are scraped flat, and it becomes a simple carrier. Calligraphy, traced back to the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, are all engraved on the bronze ritual seals, and then traced back, stone walls, bamboo slips, are carriers. This kind of bamboo, more ancient, brushed with varnish, can withstand wind and rain for a long time.

The carved couplet font is neat, but a little dull, but filled with green paint, it looks eye-catching, soaked in water and discolored light yellow bamboo, with green characters, more beautiful town, Zhong Yue dipped the water in the water bottle in his hand, and wrote on the wooden railing: "The early cold is steep, and the old bamboo has a new idea." That's what Mr. Itabashi said. ”

Zhong Yue got up and continued to take a leisurely walk, and before he took two steps, an aunt with a red armband sneakily stepped forward to take a look, and saw that there were water stains on the railing, so she didn't pounce on Zhong Yue like a hungry wolf, and said in her mouth, "How old is it......

Zhong Yue hasn't been in this mood for a long time, he has been up and down in Shanghai for a long time, he is finally not the kind of weathered old man, and he will be busy running around for the world, but Zhang Laifu's words are always in his heart, and he must not forget his original intention.

Travelers who come to the town are probably admired. Some dragged their families, some came with their couples, and some were alone, but in the end they seemed out of place.

On the stone arch bridge, the original potholes have been stepped on very smoothly, and only the carved railing on the bridge can be seen to be old, which has been polished by the wind and frost so that the lines can not be seen, Zhong Yue looked down at the green water floating duck on the river, and wrote on the stone railing: "What Mr. Yuan Lin said, it is probably the same, but it is not at that level, and it is impossible to see the whole picture." ”

Some people say that the difference between a calligrapher and a calligrapher is that the calligrapher is uneducated, while the calligrapher is brilliant, Zhong Yue also thought so before, but gradually, he felt that something was wrong, it should be that the calligrapher knows how to live, and the calligrapher does not understand, calligraphy is just his job to make a living, that's all.

The tranquility of the town, in the quiet time of early winter, makes people feel a warmth.

Zhong Yue is perceiving the nature of calligraphy, but some people are studying Zhong Yue.

Gome's itinerary is not as casual as Zhong Yue. From Lin'an City to Shaoxing, it took less than an hour to drive, but the Gome team arrived the day before, adapted to the scene, was familiar with the environment, and even the teachers who led the team got the list information of this competition.

In last year's competition, the entire East China Division was shaved bald, and the rest of the colleges and universities naturally didn't matter, but as a well-known art college in China and the leader of the south, such a result was really a bit embarrassing.

On the blackboard, a leading teacher from Gome is analyzing the competition with the students.

"In terms of content, according to the practice of previous years, there is no restriction, so don't give me any moths, just write the content that I have been copying in the past few months, remember, normal play, is success! The contestants in the East China Division are still mainly from our school, but you must remember that in this national competition, our goal is not to focus on the East China Division!"

The students below were silent, calligraphy competitions, even if there will be more, it is useless, this is not a cultural class exam, it all depends on the usual real kung fu, where can there be so many fancy things.

The teacher has obviously led the team many times, and said: "The last time the competition was because the students of those colleges and universities in the north were well prepared, and our school did not train much and suffered a loss, this time we have been preparing since March, I believe you are already veterans of a hundred battles, so you don't have to worry about not getting any good rankings." ”

"Teacher, I want to go to the toilet. ”

"Go, go, you're going to have a lot of. ”

More than a dozen people watched the tall and thin Ye Han walk out of the tutoring classroom with his pockets in his pockets, looking like he couldn't cry or laugh. Nine times out of ten, this thing didn't go to the toilet.

Everyone who knew was clear, and outside a quiet studio in Lanting Academy, Ye Han lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall and smoked slowly. Suddenly looked up and saw the painting hanging in front of the corridor, it was really the work of the Lanting Poetry Club that Zhong Yue forgot to take away back then, but he didn't expect it to be framed here.

Ye Han took a puff of his cigarette and spit out the smoke ring, "Gongbi is good, but the painting skills are a little monotonous, it seems that there are powerful characters in this broken school, but this painter is quite similar to that person......"

The phone rang.

"Ye Han, Mr. Qian said that you soaked your urine and spilled it in the Himalayas. ”

Ye Han looked at the painting and held a cigarette, "The is that there is a lot of money, here it is." ”

He pressed the cigarette butt on the trash can and threw it into the trash can, "Will he write lacquer or small block this time?" ”