The judge's surname is Jiang, his name is Jiang Yi, and his first reaction is that this student must have asked someone else to write it.

He himself is a Chinese teacher, not to mention how good the level of calligraphy is, but he also has a certain foundation and vision, the word in front of him, there is no three or four years can not practice.

Even if you can practice in three or four years, you have to be a diligent person in practice.

How could a child who was only six or seven years old write it?

Today's children are really getting more and more at cheating!

In fact, taking advantage of this opportunity of the art festival to select outstanding painting and calligraphy works in the whole school, one is to enrich the activities of the art festival, and the other is to select good seedlings to cultivate, so as to participate in the calligraphy and painting competition held by the Education and Sports Bureau every spring.

If he hadn't discovered this carefully, when the time came, this student would have been sent to the competition, wouldn't it be a shame for their second little one in front of everyone's eyes?

Thinking like this, he took the piece of paper and angrily went to find the first-grade class teacher Cui Jiajia.

Cui Jiajia is a young teacher who has just been assigned this year, and Zhang Qing, a child, is her favorite student, although she was a little surprised to hear Teacher Jiang Yi's words, but she did not get angry as he expected.

"Maybe Zhang Qing wrote it herself," Teacher Cui Jiajia explained with a smile, "This child is usually excellent in all aspects, and he may have practiced calligraphy." ”

"Have you practiced?" Jiang Yi sneered, "Teacher Cui, does it take a few years to practice such a handwriting?

Affected by family planning, now every family basically has one or two children, all of them are pampered, which parent is willing to force her to practice words for several hours a day when the child is not stable in the pen?

Then you can't cry your father and call your mother all day long, like a war?

His unkind words made Cui Jiajia's face slightly red, but he was still worried that he had wronged his favorite student, so he said: "Then on the day of the holiday, I will ask Zhang Qing to come over and ask in person." ”

So, there is today's scene.

At this time, when Cui Jiajia asked, she was still a little cautious, for fear that she would hurt her self-esteem by wronging someone.

After teaching her for half a semester, Cui Jiajia can still figure out a little bit of this little girl's nature, sensible, intelligent, and polite, she is an extremely educated girl, not only excellent in learning, but also good at piano.

Combined with the clothes she wears on weekdays, Cui Jiajia guesses that Zhang Qing's family conditions should be very good in order to raise such an outstanding girl.

And her management skills are also very good, as the class leader this semester, the management of large and small affairs in the class is in good order, some naughty little boys in front of her, than in front of their own class teacher is more obedient.

This can't help but admire her abilities.

In Cui Jiajia's thoughts, even if this painting was written by Zhang Qing on behalf of someone, although it is not honest enough, she thinks it should be the little girl's self-esteem, she is still young, as long as she explains it to her, I believe she will correct it.

Cui Jiajia was thinking about it, and at the same time, she had already found a good reason for her beloved apprentice in her heart.

But coldly heard a soft voice say, "I wrote it myself." ”

It turned out to be because of this, Zhang Qing secretly wondered, did she think she didn't write well?

No, no, even if her calligraphy has not yet been practiced to the fullest, it is not comparable to ordinary primary school students, not to mention that there are a few children who practice calligraphy seriously.

Although the school has set up calligraphy classes for students in the third grade and above, it is only for them to draw red according to the calligraphy, and they cannot practice it at any level.

Then it may be that she wrote it so well that the teacher suspected that she didn't write it herself......

As soon as Zhang Qing thought of this, Cui Jiajia was still surprised, but suddenly a teacher jumped out from the side, and his voice was extremely loud: "Impossible! How could this be written by yourself? The little girl looks good, but she lies and doesn't even blink her eyes!"

Zhang Qing's face sank.

Although the other party is a teacher, there is no such reason to wronged people without investigation.

What's more, what does this have to do with looks?

Cui Jiajia was a little embarrassed for a while.

As soon as Zhang Qing opened her mouth and said that she wrote it herself, she didn't believe it, but looking at Zhang Qing's calm and unhappy face, for some reason, Cui Jiajia suddenly believed her words.

Teacher Jiang had already taken out the pair of characters that Zhang Qing handed over and slapped them on the table: "This kind of calligraphy, there is no one who can't practice it in three or five years, you said that you wrote it, so you said that you have practiced calligraphy for a few years?"

Zhang Qing looked at him, and suddenly felt that there was no need to continue to explain to him, so he said to Cui Jiajia: "Teacher, you have pen and ink here." ”

"Ahh

This is a good ink, modern people for convenience, rarely use inkstone ink strips to grind ink, are used this ready-made ink.

Of course, it does not include people who actually practice calligraphy.

Zhang Qing's first set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone was given by Wan Shengyun, and under her influence, she has always been accustomed to using inkstone ink ingots, and she is also used to being calm when grinding ink.

When the heart is calm, only then can you endure and practice good words.

Now was not the time to pay attention to this, she opened the inkwell, put the brush into it, dipped it in the ink, and wrote a poem directly on the back of the rice paper she had handed in:

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone.

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

Let's not say that this poem happens to respond to today's weather, and don't say that the wind and bones contained in this poem, just say that the little girl writes as happily as flowing clouds, and when she raises her hand and waves, the handsome font appears on the paper.

The proud demeanor, combined with this plum blossom poem, seems to be a silent mockery of Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi's face immediately changed.

Originally, Zhang Qing ignored his question just now, Jiang Yi was still a little angry, and felt that the little girl was weak-hearted, but at this time, he looked at it again......

Where is the little girl's weak heart, it is clear that she is disdainful of her own questioning!

People have real skills, this is really the little girl's handwritten words, what else is worth explaining!

Jiang Yi's face was red and he couldn't speak anymore.

Being made unable to get off the stage by a little girl, shame, shame, shame!

When Jiang Yizheng was embarrassed, he saw the little girl smiling at him, and the expression seemed to say: Do you have anything else to ask?

Cui Jiajia coughed lightly, seeing that Jiang Yi, an old teacher, couldn't get off the stage by his own students, he also felt a little embarrassed, and hurriedly played a round: "Zhang Qing is really good, not only can he play the piano well, but he also writes well." ”

She looked at Jiang Yi again and said to Zhang Qing, "You go back to the classroom first." ”

After seeing Zhang Qing bow to the two teachers and leave, Cui Jiajia looked at Jiang Yi again: "Teacher Jiang, don't doubt it anymore, so can this Zhang Qing's work be selected?"