The news quickly spread throughout the book world.

This is not an ordinary thing, but a moth that has already shone its own fireflies, plunged into the fire, not only burning itself, but also exploding brilliant fireworks!

The older generation of calligraphers in Jingbei, who originally didn't care about Zhong Yue, were dumbfounded when they heard the news, and they were speechless in shock for a while. A few meanings, this is a shelving cabinet, retreating bravely in the rapids? This kid is inevitably too cautious, right?

A short-lived statement, that is the concern of some of their old calligraphers about Zhong Yue's calligraphy path, but as long as he is modest and not arrogant, even if he can't come up with any amazing works, Zhong Yue's life, relying on this fame, is enough to live a lifetime.

But he actually put down his pen and didn't write it!

How dare Zhong Yue? How dare he do this!

In one fell swoop, the world knows that the bronzing certificate of the national competition has not yet been made, and the official ranking has not yet been announced.

Jiang Boheng, a master of stele learning, had a particularly good impression of Zhong Yue's initial defeat of Wang Ge and the atmosphere of the Shanghai book world, and after hearing this news, he was even more in tears. Although he has no one-sided relationship with Zhong Yue, he is already a friend of the year.

Such a rising star, who did something that no calligrapher of his generation dared to do, had no utilitarian heart, and carried the burden on his body regardless of gains and losses......

Jiang Boheng wiped away the tears in his cloudy eyes with a handkerchief, "This title is well deserved." Zhong Yue, why are you ...... doing this?"

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Jiang Boheng is naturally not the only one who is in an uproar.

The winter of Huida ushered in the first snow. In the south, light snow is already a thing to be thankful for, as for that kind of goose feather snow, it is rare to encounter it in more than ten years.

Many southern students are full of smiles, enjoying the rare snow day, and there are laughter and laughter everywhere, especially those students in Lingnan, who have never seen snow in their lives, only the young people from the north, lying in the corridor, looking at the southerners who are fun in the snow, with a posture of seeing through the red dust.

"It's called snow? ”

Russell Lihua's hair fluttered, and he walked quickly with his textbook in his hand, his expression solemn, as if the laughter and laughter around him had nothing to do with this old lecturer. Rubber shoes on your feet are hard to buy on the market, and perhaps in some labor markets, there may be some leftover tail goods.

Lao Luo squinted his eyes, looked at the snow in the south, and stood outside the classroom, waiting for the class bell to ring.

"Lao Luo, the calligraphy student you brought has made headlines!

Russell looked wooden and said solemnly: "I can't take it!"

“……”

Calligraphy, he Luo Suli is still limited to this piece of rice paper, and he still can't understand how to write, but Zhong Yue is already using his personality to write charm! What kind of courage is this? If it had been thirty years earlier, he would have already followed this warrior with a light horse!

As soon as the class bell rang, Russell, who came back to his senses, let out a long sigh and walked quickly into the classroom. This class is a university language, and Luo has always been dismissive of the quality of today's college students, even if this is in Hui University, the so-called institution of higher learning.

Some of the students sitting at the bottom are flipping books, and some are playing with their mobile phones, and they all look indifferent to such general education electives. Russell picked up the chalk and was stunned thoughtfully for a moment.

"Students, in this class, we don't talk about the content in the books. In this lesson, I would like to talk about an article. ”

After all, the pen on the blackboard is a dragon and snake, and the cursive style with the background of official writing jumps on the blackboard.

- Lu Xun.

"Today we are going to talk about this, everyone is a college student, this text, you must have studied it, right?"

"This is a junior high school text. ”

Luo Suli smiled and said: "Yes, junior high school texts, but how many people can really read them? The reason why I want to talk about this text today is because of feelings, I don't know if you have heard of the students of our school, Zhong Yue, who is the first level of zero?"

Some people often swipe Weibo and say, "Teacher Luo, do you mean Zhong Yue who writes calligraphy?"

Russell nodded and said, "You all came to choose my class, you must have heard of me Russell's style." At my age, I'm afraid there are only a handful of people who are still lecturers at universities, right?"

There were a few chuckles from time to time. Russell Li Tibetan knife standing outside the administrative building, this rumor is naturally well known. As for whether it is true or not, it should not be chasing after the wind.

Russell straightened his waist, "A true warrior dares to face a bleak life, but an open-minded warrior dares to laugh at a bleak life." Zhong Yue Zhong is not a device, I am a Luo person, admire!"

There was silence in the classroom.

Luo actually paid tribute to a student, which ...... Is this still the Russell Lily whose nostrils are upturned to the sky?

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The snow in Huizhou falls on high-rise buildings and tiled houses.

Green tea trees in the yard, covered with light snow. But depending on the situation, this snow will not fall for too long, and the weather forecast says that as soon as tonight passes, tomorrow will be sunny.

The winding stone road can't be covered with snow, and people come and go, and it has long turned into a puddle of snow.

The air conditioner was turned on inside the room, and the glass windows were covered with a thick layer of mist.

Huang Mingchuan sat at the desk, a little unable to hold back the complicated emotions in his heart.

"Sister Liu, have you heard?"

Liu Shao'e took off her reading glasses, put down the little hao in her hand, and said, "It's that kid's business, Amin called me this morning." ”

Huang Mingchuan said: "It's too hasty, Zhong Yue, he still can't hold his breath...... Eh!" In addition to his admiration for this, he felt more sorry for Zhong Yue for not pity!

Liu Shao'e smiled: "How can Mingchuan see it?"

"I don't know. How difficult it is to close the pen now, which has attracted a lot of applause, and when the time comes, it will be difficult to reappear in the world of books! If you say such a thing, don't you think about your own future?"

Liu Shao'e said: "What does Ming Chuan mean by this, that is, he thinks Zhong Yue can't write a more amazing work?"

"This ...... Sister Liu, you and I are both people in the book world, how can you not see that except for this one work, Zhong Yue's other works in the past few months are far from reaching the realm of supernatural perfection, and they are decades short of skill!"

Liu Shao'e took out a yellowed book from the bookshelf on the side, slowly opened it, found a piece of rough-edged paper sandwiched in it, handed it to Huang Mingchuan, and said, "Look at it." ”

Huang Mingchuan took the piece of paper and spread it out, "This...... This is not the original cultural center...... Do you still have it?"

Liu Shao'e nodded, "I remember that time, Zhonghe was still arguing with him as a fledgling, do you remember?"

"Well, I was very impressed when I was there. ”

"But do you know that during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhong Yue came back and went to the Huizhou Book Association?"

Huang Mingchuan raised his eyebrows, "Huh, why didn't you tell me, and there is such a thing?"

"Zai Xing told me about it. When Zhong Yue arrived at the Book Association, he not only had a good conversation with Zhonghe, but also gave him a big gift, the golden gift box, Zhonghe also wrapped the gold bottle ink ingot in it, sent it to me, and borrowed flowers to offer Buddha. As she spoke, Liu Shao'e took out the unopened ink ingot from the drawer.

Huang Mingchuan looked up at Liu Shao'e in a little surprise, "This ...... What does this mean? I submitted the form proposing Zhong Yue to join the Book Association, and a few days ago, Nakaga told me that he had given up on his own, and I wondered, is it ......?"

"Don't you understand?"

Liu Shao'e pointed to the ink ingot, and then to the rough-edged paper.

"Sister, I'm so confused......"

There is not much difference in age between the two, Huang Mingchuan calls Mr. Liu to show respect on weekdays, and only when old friends talk to each other, will he call him a big sister closely, Liu Shao'e's knowledge and character, which he can't catch up with.

"This kid has grown a lot and knows how to make trade-offs. ”

"Trade-offs?"

Liu Shao'e said: "Young and vigorous, but you see that he negotiated with Zhonghe this time, neither humble nor arrogant, and treated each other politely, that is, he has long ceased to regard the Huizhou Calligraphy Association as a goal." This is giving, but also gaining. ”

"Then what do you mean, this time the pen is also willing?"

Liu Shao'e smiled heartily, "This kid wants to achieve greater achievements, and he is willing to do it for a while, and he also takes the opportunity to help the current calligraphy atmosphere in East China, killing two birds with one stone, you can't see it and don't blame you." ”

Huang Mingchuan didn't feel a little dry mouth, and took a sip of the tea in the glass, if it was really like what Liu Shao'e said, the young man who wore linen and filial piety and lived alone under Xiaohe Mountain has now grown to the point where they can't look up.

If it had been a few decades, Huang Mingchuan might not have the surprise he has now, but he frowned, this thing seems to be this year, how can it ...... Is he Huang Mingchuan Alzheimer's, or is this kid too violent?

Liu Shao'e held the pen, and on the corner of the rough-edged paper, wrote a line of small characters in a delicate and upright small block letter, dried it slightly, and then slowly folded it up, "Mingchuan, please find an envelope, or express delivery, help me send it to Zhong Yue, as soon as winter comes, my knee hurts badly as soon as the wind blows, and I can't go out." ”

Huang Mingchuan put away the folded rough-edged paper, nodded and said, "Okay, then Sister Liu, you also have to take care of your body." ”

Liu Shao'e nodded, "It's good, now that the technology is developed, the air conditioner is on, my legs feel much better, but this electricity bill is too expensive." ”

Huang Mingchuan smiled, but he understood that Liu Shao'e had always been frugal and simple, so he didn't say anything else, "Then I'll go first." ”

"Oh, good. ”

Huang Mingchuan pushed the door out of the small courtyard of Liu Shao'e's house, and the first snow in Huizhou stopped at dusk.

Huang Mingchuan looked up at the gray sky and muttered to himself, "What ......do you mean?"

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ps: I'm afraid that Wen Qing is sick again...... But this chapter, Mikawa himself likes it very much. I heard that it is snowing heavily in Anhui, and the book friends in Anhui are safe in and out, I wish you well.