"That's the case," Jiang Yi explained when he saw Zhang Qing's confusion, "I have a little friendship with President Yu, and I talked to him that day. ”

He paused and looked at Zhang Qing: "Would you like to let him guide you in calligraphy?" ”

Zhang Qing's expression moved.

My own calligraphy has indeed reached a bottleneck area, and recently it is just copying according to the post, if there is calligraphy everyone to guide yourself, maybe your calligraphy will go to the next level.

She then looked at Jiang Yi and nodded happily: "Of course I do, thank you, Mr. Jiang." ”

Jiang Yi laughed comfortably.

After he went back to contact him, he asked Zhang Qing to go to the office of the Municipal Calligraphy Association on Saturday afternoon.

The office of the Calligraphy Society is located on the third floor of the Municipal Library.

The appointment time was two o'clock in the afternoon, and Zhang Qing knocked on the door at 1:50.

A moment later, the door was opened, and Yu Huanghe, the president of the Calligraphy Association who had seen him on the day of the competition, was standing behind the door looking at him, his eyes slightly scrutinizing.

Zhang Qing bowed, raised a smile and said, "Hello President Yu, my name is Zhang Qing, and I was recommended by Teacher Jiang Yi. ”

Yu Huanghe's expression was relaxed, he looked at the girl in front of him who was not even his chest, and smiled faintly: "Zhang Qing, come in." ”

Zhang Qing walked in with a small schoolbag on her back, and when she entered the room, she saw a young girl sitting behind the desk, writing with her head down.

Hearing the movement, the girl raised her head, and both of them were stunned.

Zhang Qing blinked, oh, that's right, it's Yu Chunxiao from their school, and the two of them went to the competition together last time.

It turned out that Yu Chunxiao's grandfather was the president of the Calligraphy Association, Mr. Yu Huanghe.

Thinking like this, she didn't forget to greet Yu Chunxiao: "Hello, senior sister." ”

Yu Chunxiao put down the pen, walked up to Zhang Qing, and asked strangely, "Are you Zhang Qing?"

"I ......"

Before Zhang Qing could explain, Yu Huanghe had already welcomed Jiang Yi in, and said with a smile: "Chunxiao, I haven't come to see you Teacher Jiang yet, it was Teacher Jiang who asked me to guide you, a senior girl." ”

A hint of clarity crossed Yu Chunxiao's eyes, and he hurriedly went over and called Teacher Jiang.

Yu Huanghe first asked Zhang Qing some basic information in Wen Sheng, and when he learned that she was practicing calligraphy with a teacher outside, his surprised expression flashed.

Then he asked Zhang Qing to write a few words to him.

"You are so young that you can write such a handwriting, which shows that you have worked hard. ”

Yu Huanghe praised.

Zhang Qing pursed her lips and smiled.

He picked up the words Zhang Qing had just written and continued: "Your biggest problem at the moment is your lack of arm strength. ”

"Lack of arm strength?"

"Yes, if you don't have strength in your arms, you will lose a little strength in your writing, but your words can be faintly seen, and if you continue to practice, you will definitely be effective." ”

Perseverance and perseverance are indispensable for achieving results in calligraphy, so even if you meet a famous teacher, you can only give a little guidance, and you still need to work hard yourself.

Xie passed over the Yellow River, and after Zhang Qing went home, she asked people to help her make two small sandbags and wear them on her wrists to practice her arm strength.

At first, I felt a little burdened, but after getting used to it, I obviously felt that my strength had increased a lot.

After practicing like this for a while, it really paid off.

When he visited Yu Huanghe again at the Calligraphy Association, Zhang Qing specially brought him a box of tea as a thank you gift.

Although there was no formal apprenticeship, Zhang Qing was too much of a teacher under the guidance of Huang He, and he was half a teacher, and he slowly became familiar with Yu Chunxiao.

Yu Chunxiao was instructed by her grandfather and began to pick up a pen and write at the age of five, and has been practicing for eight years now.

And Zhang Qing has only been practicing calligraphy for three years, and he has already faintly surpassed Yu Chunxiao's level.

When the two learned calligraphy together, Zhang Qing was often praised more by Yu Huanghe.

This made Yu Chunxiao's heart quite unbalanced.

"Grandpa, why did you still let Zhang Qing come, didn't you say that there was nothing to point to her?"

Yu Chunxiao is tall, beautiful, and her voice is cold, and only in front of her grandfather will she occasionally show the delicate appearance of her little daughter.

"Chunxiao, didn't I let Zhang Qing come for you?"

"For me?" Yu Chunxiao was puzzled.

"Do you know that there are people outside the world, there is a sky outside the sky, you have talent since you were a child, and you are willing to work hard, and you have made great progress in calligraphy, but when you meet Zhang Qing, do you feel that you have been greatly frustrated?"

Yu Chunxiao pursed her lips and didn't speak, she was a little embarrassed by her grandfather.

"Although Zhang Qing, this little girl is younger than you, but her temperament is more quiet than you, she has both talent and no lack of hard work, such a person, you should socialize more, and it is also beneficial to yourself. ”

Hearing his grandfather say this, when Zhang Qing came again, Yu Chunxiao deliberately observed.

She found that Zhang Qing always seriously studied an inkstone ink before writing every time, and her pious appearance seemed to be doing the most important thing in the world.

And when she began to write, she seemed to be completely immersed in her own world, undisturbed by external objects.

The only words left in front of those beautiful clear eyes were left.

Compared with children of the same age, she could be regarded as able to calm down, but compared to Zhang Qing's concentration and concentration, Yu Chunxiao sighed in her heart that she was indeed inferior to her.

And with such a dedicated person writing by his side, Yu Chunxiao found that he could sit still more than ever.

It seems that the grandfather is right, and whoever he is with will be influenced by the other party.

Slowly, in addition to practicing calligraphy together, the two also had other topics.

Yu Chunxiao found that although she was a few years older than Zhang Qing, the other party did not have the childishness of the little girls she usually saw.

Even some things she doesn't understand, Zhang Qing knows.

Slowly, Yu Chunxiao was a little amazed, how did this girl achieve such all-round development?

How could she seem to know everything?

Unconsciously, he actually had a bit of a worship mentality for Zhang Qing.

In the blink of an eye, it was summer vacation again, and Zhang Qing received a letter from Zhou Lukai and wanted to invite her to Beijing to play.

The last time Zhang Qing went to Beijing was during the summer vacation last year, and she lived with her teacher Wan Shengyun for more than a month.

For more than a month, Zhang Qing accompanied the teacher, talked about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting with the teacher, and was taken by the teacher to the repertory troupe from time to time to practice his hands, not to mention how comfortable the life was.

Of course, when I go to Beijing by myself, I can't see this friend in Beijing.

She also learned about Zhou Lukai's family history from Teacher Wan.

Although Wan Shengyun felt that the children intersected with each other and did not care about the family background, the Zhou family was too special, and in the face of her beloved apprentice, she had to make a little reminder to avoid the loss of the students.

A year has passed, and when I promised to visit the teacher again during the summer vacation, Zhou Lukai's letter came at the right time.