As a department head of the Academy of Fine Arts, a member of the calligraphy association with a famous teacher's heritage and a self-proclaimed calligraphy cultivation, Wu Zhonghe still had a bad breath in his heart when he saw the four words on Zhong Yue's paper.

Wuxia Amon, who are you scolding?

No matter how he looked at it, it seemed like he was scolding him. When Zhong Yue picked up a small cigarette and finished the payment, Wu Zhonghe finally couldn't contain the anger in his heart, propped his hands on the table, and squinted at Zhong Yue.

"Wuxia Amon, who are you talking about?"

Looking at Wu Zhonghe, who looked like an enraged lion, Zhong Yue smiled knowingly, "I didn't mean anyone, you must not feel good about yourself." ”

"You ......" Wu Zhonghe lowered his voice, but still attracted the students of the Academy of Fine Arts on the side to look up. Huang Xu's eyes were also attracted, and he wanted to see who it was that angered their Aunt Wu.

Just like that, a little ink smudged open, and a whole work was scrapped, so angry that he almost dropped his pen.

"Damn, it's this guy again!"

Somewhat unpleasantly, he threw the whole proclamation into a ball and threw it in a paper basket beside him.

Zhong Yue wrapped the pen in the pen curtain and prepared to pour the ink back into the bottle.

"After the ink has been used, it is easy to pour it back in, which is easy to deteriorate the ink and affect the writing. The woman's gentle reminder floated from the side.

As soon as Zhong Yue looked up, he saw that Huang Mingchuan had also come over, and he still poured the ink back without hesitation, "Get used to it." ”

"Mr. Liu, Mr. Huang, look at this student who doesn't know where he came from, even if the handwriting is ugly, he also writes things that transmit negative energy, such a person, I suggest that he be driven out of the cultural center directly, so as not to affect such a rare artistic atmosphere. ”

Huang Mingchuan on the side hadn't seen what Zhong Yue had written, but from the chance photo in the morning, Wu Zhonghe's sense of resistance to Zhong Yue made him very uncomfortable, and he said, "Director Wu, I brought this person to participate in the competition, is there any problem?"

Wu Zhonghe grabbed the felt paper unceremoniously, "Look at it, what kind of mess these are, such a person, in our Academy of Fine Arts, is not even qualified to carry shoes for the janitor!"

"Huh. ”

"Flutter!"

Director Wu's voice was a little louder, which attracted the students who finished the work on the side and eavesdropped on the side to cover their mouths and chuckle.

The felt paper, which had been scratched and crumpled, was thrown on the ground.

"Is this the quality of the head of the department of the university? I don't know how to respect other people's works, and I don't even have basic manners and etiquette? I suggest you go back to elementary school, no, go back to kindergarten, and learn basic manners from those little brothers and sisters. ”

Wu Zhonghe's eyes bulged, "Mr. Liu, Teacher Huang, look at it, look at it, is there such a shameless student?

Director Wu shows off his might in colleges and universities on weekdays, naturally he has a stinky temper, students, they are all disadvantaged groups in colleges and universities, how can they withstand the risk of fighting with the head of the department, and if they can bear it, they can endure it, but Zhong Yue is not a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, and he is not used to this face.

"Wuxia Amun, referring to Lü Meng of Wu during the Three Kingdoms period......"

"I don't need you to teach me a history lesson! Don't think that just because you can do calligraphy with that broken pen, I ...... it."

Liu Shao'e bent down and picked up the felt paper, and looked at Zhong Yue with some surprise, "You wrote this word?"

Wu Zhonghe was a little angry, "Yes, I saw what this kid wrote with my own eyes! Mr. Liu, don't be angry, let's go." Teacher Huang, you brought the person, give you a face, and quickly lead it out. ”

"Nakaga, don't rush to catch up. It's been a long time since I've seen such thick words. ”

Huang Mingchuan also set his eyes on them, they are old calligraphers, and they can see at a glance what genre the style of the characters belongs to.

"Jinnong lacquer book?"

Liu Shao'e nodded, "I didn't expect that at a young age, I have already understood Mr. Dongxin's penmanship, this thick style, without three or five years of accumulation, can not be written." ”

"What? impossible!" Wu Zhonghe looked at the felt paper carefully, he didn't have much research on the Jinnong lacquer book, but he didn't look at the weird font, so he didn't look at it more.

Huang Mingchuan also nodded: "Indeed." If you don't have some skills, it's hard to grasp such a thick gesture, it's rare. ”

Wu Zhonghe frowned, "Mr. Liu, we not only look at the penmanship, but also look at the content of the creation, Wuxia Ameng, isn't this scolding?"

"Mr. Wu, let me repeat, don't feel good about yourself, okay?"

Wu Zhonghe was also annoyed, "You say, this is not aimed at me, who are you talking about?"

Zhong Yue smiled, "The original source here is in the "Jiangbiao Biography": As for the present one, he is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and he is not a monk under Wuxia. I compare myself with the four characters of Wuxia Amun, thinking that I am shallow in knowledge, and if I can humbly seek advice, I will also be able to learn Yingbo in the future, isn't it okay?"

Wu Zhonghe was so angry that his face flushed, "I don't believe it!"

"Two teachers, don't you think Director Wu is a little too aimed at me?"

"Ahem, Nakaga, go over there and see if there's anyone who has completed the work. Huang Mingchuan felt that the director of the university was a little difficult to ride a tiger now, so he was a peacemaker, and asked Wu Zhonghe to hurry down the slope, don't be stiff here, embarrassed.

Wu Zhonghe narrowed his eyes, and suddenly saw a familiar figure, and now he didn't care if it affected the creation of the surrounding students, and hurriedly called: "Teacher Han, Teacher Han, here." ”

"Nakaga, why are you yelling so loudly? Students are still creating, don't you know? You're still the head of the department!"

Wu Zhonghe smiled, "Teacher Han, you are an expert in stele science, you give a comment, can this word be considered a good word?"

This question, even the gentle and elegant Liu Shao'e is a little unable to wipe off her face, what do you mean, think I don't speak enough?

"Let me take a look, tsk, Jin Nong's lacquer book, well, full of charm, is it Mr. Liu, did you demonstrate it to the students present?

In a word, Wu Zhonghe's face instantly stiffened, please take a look at the payment and then evaluate, okay?

Liu Shao'e on the side smiled slightly, "Qiping, look at the payment." ”

Han Qiping was stunned for a moment, what do you mean, didn't you write it? Put on the reading glasses in your hand.

"Zhong Yue?"

The old man put aside Wu Zhonghe and handed the felt paper, which was already a little wrinkled, to Zhong Yue.

"You...... What did you write?"

Zhong Yue nodded very forcefully and said, "No, it's just below." ”

"What are you writing now?"

"Yes, Mr. Han. ”

Han Qiping carefully smoothed out the felt paper, his mood was greatly relaxed, and he nodded: "I finally saw the seedlings of the stele study." ”