Tieba was attacked by the witch last night, Zhong Yue can imagine what kind of scene the calligraphy classroom will be today, not to mention the explosion, at least there must be a lot of people who have looked in the past, after all, the classroom is open to all students.

In today's era of developed communication tools, it is no longer a matter of one to ten, ten to hundred. As soon as it is posted to the common circle on the Internet, everyone knows about it. Zhong Yue didn't want to be treated like a giant panda and be watched by onlookers.

With such a public target, Zhong Yue naturally would not be stupid enough to be guarded by the rabbit in the past, and after washing up early, he got in the car and rushed to the Youth Palace. Today is Saturday, and it is estimated that there are so many people in the Youth Palace that it is overwhelming, and Zhong Yue has no problem with this. Who called him already an "older leftover man" among teenagers?

If you go to the calligraphy class again, you may run into a group of bear children, holding brushes covered in ink. Then the teacher in front of him can't take care of the tail, and when the time comes, there will be a chaotic scene, which will be a headache.

He also thought about going to Dexuanzhai, but after thinking about it, he still dispelled his thoughts, after all, Pang Li opened the door to do business, and he occupied the study to practice calligraphy, what kind of thing is it? After thinking about it, he still walked into the science and education center of the Youth Palace.

"Hello, today Mr. Liu of the Calligraphy Association and Mr. Hong of the Academy of Fine Arts, in two calligraphy classrooms, which one do you want to listen to?"

"Oh, yes, is there any practice room where you can write calligraphy?"

The front desk staff was stunned again, "Don't you want to listen to the lectures of the two calligraphy teachers? At your age, it is difficult to make progress if you go to self-study, and listening to the methods of those teachers will make you progress very quickly." The course is also not expensive, two hundred and one hours. ”

Two hundred and one hours, this money is really good......

"No, I want to practice alone. ”

The young woman smiled slightly, "Don't be embarrassed, although the people who learn calligraphy are some little brothers and sisters, but there are also junior high school students who come to learn." ”

The smile on Zhong Yue's face couldn't hold back anymore, what do you mean by that?

"I still want a quiet classroom, and if not, then I'll go. ”

"Yes, on the fourth floor. However, there is also a fee for the study room, 12 yuan per hour. ”

Zhong Yue handed over the student card and prepared to take out the money from his school bag.

"What are you doing here?"

"Pay. ”

The woman smiled slightly, "There is a balance in this student card, so there is no need to pay cash, and we don't accept cash here." ”

"Oh. Zhong Yue didn't think much about it, probably when he made the student card, he would have charged the money. He walked into the elevator and went to the fourth floor. At nearly half past seven, there were already many little children in the Children's Palace, carrying a bag and walking into various classrooms.

These children in the city have participated in all kinds of tutoring classes and talent classes since they were young, and their childhood was spent in school and the Youth Palace, unlike Zhong Yue, who ran all over the mountains when he was a child, went up the mountain to hunt walnuts, and went down the river to wipe the loaches.

Zhong Yue came back to his senses and walked into the self-study classroom inside. Obviously, people don't come here very often, but there is no dust on the table, and someone should clean it often.

Zhong Yue took a piece of felt stacked together, adjusted the ink, spread the rice paper on the table, then closed his eyes, lay on the table, and entered the system......

Wen Zhengming in the evening pavilion sat in it.

"Good morning sir. ”

Wen Zhengming opened his eyes and said slowly: "No, I will test your cultivation knowledge today." You can tell the teacher about "Zuo Chuan""

"Boom! Sir, the system is dead. ”

"Huh?"

Zhong Yue exited the system in an uproar. I'm going, I'm almost exposed......

Zhong Yue straightened up, it seemed that today's copy was going to be in the soup.

"I wonder if the NPC's daily memories will be stored?"

"The host has the option to clear the cache for the day, causing the NPC to erase the memory of that day. ”

Zhong Yue's eyes lit up, is it so beautiful?

"Clear, clear!"

"Drop, cleared. ”

Zhong Yue breathed a sigh of relief and entered the system again. This time, Wen Zhengming did not let Zhong Yue elaborate on "Zuo Chuan" anymore, but directly taught him the small block calligraphy. It turns out that you can still play like this, I knew that I would have cleared and refreshed it directly, maybe Wen Zhengming didn't even let Zhong Yue write the article.

Now this system is becoming more and more perfect by Zhong Yue. Some hidden functions are also perfectly used by him. This game experience is perfect.,I'm always scared by NPCs.,So this system can still be played.。

After an hour of observation, Zhong Yue had a deeper understanding of Wen's Xiaokai, and after withdrawing from the penmanship system, he struck while the iron was hot and directly copied the "Lingfei Sutra".

Although "Lingfei Jing" is written by the Tang people, this is deliberately instructed by Wen Zhengming. It will be very difficult to start directly from his calligraphy, starting with the "Lingfei Sutra" with strict law and smooth penmanship, even if it can't be twists and turns, but at least it can write the small block well.

It's like carving a piece of jade, carving out a rough outline first, and then carving it carefully, so that the carving can be perfect, on the contrary, if there is no general shape at first, but in the details of the meticulous carving, the final presentation of the work, will be lost because of the small.

Zhong Yue was halfway through copying, and suddenly his pen was stunned.

The melodious sound of the piano came from behind the ears. It's not the crispness of the piano, nor the sharp tip of the violin, but the melodious aftertaste, the kind of guqin sound that lingers. He turned his head to look, in the corner of the classroom, in the position near the window, a girl in a white T-shirt, stroked the piano tactfully.

Although she didn't look directly into those eyes, Zhong Yue faintly felt that there was a sense of loneliness in the graceful sound of the piano, as if between heaven and earth, in her eyes, there was only that plain qin.

Zhong Yue turned around and continued to copy the "Lingfei Sutra". The tranquility pursued by those who write books is not the kind of silence that has absolutely no sound, but the kind of tranquility of the soul. If you let Zhong Yue go to the vegetable market, listen to the aunt bargaining, or go to the square dance music in the square to practice calligraphy, it will definitely make you crazy, but the sound of the piano adds a touch of fun to writing.

Zhong Yue remembers that when he was a child, his father, who was busy with farm work, would always turn on the radio, put Teresa Teng's tape into it, and listen to the soft singing while practicing calligraphy. This may be a kind of physical and mental pleasure.

Zhong Yue came back to his senses, concentrated, and continued to copy.

The two were separated by most of the study room, and they were intoxicated with the things in their hands, forming a tacit understanding.

The sound of the piano is ethereal, and the woman's beautiful eyes look out the window. The slanting sun was shining on her body, like an angel, and her complexion was really too white.

Zhong Yue scratched his head with the barrel of the pen.

Isn't it hot under the sun?

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