Zhong Yue returned to his hometown.

The night rain comes in a hurry.

The pouring rain caught him off guard.

Declined Huang Dashao's invitation and politely declined Gu Qin's invitation, Zhong Yue took the car home directly.

Unexpectedly, such a flattering "powerful" style was "thundered by the sky".

When Zhong Yue returned home, he was drenched like a chicken in soup. On the gravel road, the squeak, creak footsteps are slow. He didn't even bother to run two more steps, he was drenched anyway, and that's it for another run.

After entering the house, I took a hot shower and changed into dry clothes, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the light rain was still falling. Zhong Yue wiped his hair, and boiled some brown sugar ginger tea in the small milk pot on the cassette stove.

The small lotus mountain outside the window is rainy and foggy.

In summer, it was dark late, past six o'clock, and it was still bright, especially after the clouds had cleared, and the sky was even brighter. Zhong Yue poured the ginger tea into the teacup.

Pick up the phone next to it and wipe off the water stains on it.

Sometimes, the web is a good thing. It can bring unrelated people together through a network of things that are like nothing. There are those who hate you, those who like you, and those who neither hate nor like you, like a passer-by on the bus who glances at you.

Zhong Buqi's Weibo made him feel that in addition to practicing calligraphy, there were other things for him to do.

In the private message, aside from those abuses, Zhong Yue will always pick some of the remaining questions and reply, since You Ming's bad deeds were exposed, there are fewer such abuses, but there are always people who don't want to say a few words, what are you pretending to be, can you write some broken words?

It's not a big deal, but unfortunately you won't.

"Master Zhong, your work makes me look very warm. ”

Zhong Yue understood that she was referring to the landscape painting with the theme of Xiaohe Mountain, on the Internet, some people knew that Zhong Yue was a young calligrapher and painter, and some people did not know, thinking that he was a hidden old man, and he was directly referred to as Master Zhong.

"Thank you. ”

After picking out a few replies, Zhong Yue suddenly found a new private message.

"Today's Lingfei has been charmed by Zhong Shaojing. ”

Zhong Yue took a sip of ginger tea and replied, "Whether the Lingfei Sutra was written by Zhong Shaojing is debatable. ”

When Zhong Yue copied the Lingfei Sutra, Wen Zhengming told him that the Lingfei Sutra was written by the Tang people, but it was impossible to verify who it was. The small Kai of the Lingfei Sutra is much stronger than Zhong Shaojing's font, so this statement is difficult to stand, and the general copybook is published in some "Tang Lingfei Sutra" rather than "Zhong Shaojing Lingfei Sutra".

Zhong Yue hadn't closed the private message yet, and it was shown as read.

The blogger called the vulgar man sent another sentence, "Master Zhong is rigorous in his studies, admire and admire." Two thumbs up were added at the end.

Zhong Yue was amused, almost squirted out a mouthful of ginger tea, and replied: "Since you know the Lingfei Sutra in the afternoon, you should be at the scene, and you also know that I am only twenty-one years old, this Master Zhong deserves it." ”

After a few minutes, the man replied, "Age doesn't mean anything, your strength deserves the title of master." ”

There must be a demon when things go wrong, so boasting about himself, Zhong Yue felt that this person must have something else to ask for, so he replied: "If there is anything, let's talk about it straight to the point." ”

"Mr. Zhong is really sharp-minded. You'll soon find out. ”

Zhong Yue put down his phone, and refilled the teacup with some boiled ginger tea, "Mysterious and mysterious, what the hell?"

The sky gradually darkened, Zhong Yue entered the penmanship system and began to observe the nine potentials of the gods.

At the same time, an uninvited guest arrived in the newspaper office of the Huizhou Evening News in the city.

"What? You're saying you're going to buy tonight's headlines?"

"Yes, the content is here. ”

The president lifted his glasses and said, "Our newspaper will not accept such advertisements that do not conform to reality." ”

"It's not an advertisement, it's a fact. ”

The president with gray temples said solemnly: "I don't know calligraphy, but please don't insult my intelligence." ”

"If you don't know calligraphy, then your Excellency and I will put calligraphy in the current situation. ”

Your Excellency made the president of the newspaper a little flattered.

"Give...... Pour this gentleman a cup of tea. ”

The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa took off his hat and put it on the coffee table, "Nowadays, the book world is divided into three categories, excluding those small and trivial genres. Traditional genres, modern genres, and postmodern genres. Calligraphers of the modern genre advocate the abandonment of the distinction between books and paintings. ”

"Is it all that messy calligraphy?" Although the president doesn't know calligraphy, haven't you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run?

The middle-aged man nodded, "These are all thanks to your media." ”

"It's none of our newspaper's business. ”

"Listen to me. Some foreign calligraphers in Osaka are pioneers of the modern genre, and they advocate the use of written calligraphy, do you know what I mean?"

"It's just scribbling. ”

"You're right, if you're not afraid of being killed. ”

The president took a sip of the water on the coffee table and quickly closed his mouth.

In their point of view, the form, structure, and lines of calligraphy art are external. ”

"Or else?"

The middle-aged man said with a deep gaze: "Spirit." ”

If the president hadn't seen it for the sake of being introduced by an old friend, he would have blurted out the word "nerve".

"You've said all that, does that have anything to do with reporting on this?"

"There are many supporters of traditional schools, but in this era, there is a lack of contemporary calligraphy masters, and the real hidden masters don't care about these false names, and there is no one who holds the bull's ear in traditional calligraphy, so I desperately hope that someone can stand up!"

The director of the newspaper said, "You don't want a young man in his early twenties to be this bull-eared person, do you?" ”

"yes, I don't believe it either. ”

The director of the newspaper felt that he had been tricked, and said angrily: "So, Your Excellency, you have been fighting with me for so long, and you are here to play tricks on me?"

"The money and the reports are here, so why do you say it's a joke?"

"You said it, but you didn't believe it. ”

The middle-aged man said indifferently: "But this is the truth." ”

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Day 2

Huizhou Evening News

Front-page headlines

A piece of news that shocked the book world surprised all Huizhou people who saw the newspaper.

Zhong Xuan's descendants, calligraphy geniuses were born.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, and the Rokko Spirit Flying Sutra is comparable to the original!

For a moment, the entire calligraphy world was shocked.

It's not because the title is too exaggerated, but the small Kai work at the bottom is really comparable to the real thing!

Zhong Yue also received this newspaper, but he seemed very calm. Because in any case, it was boring for him.

Because his Xiaokai has not yet reached the point of being comparable to the original, at least, in his opinion, there is still a layer of window paper.

There was a shout from outside the house.

It's a fat aunt in a small store.

"Ah Yue, I burned the pig's intestine and brought you a bowl. ”

"Oh!

Zhong Yue got up, and tonight's supper had fallen......