CHAPTER XXXV

Triumphant return

In fact, there are not too many mysterious things in the judgment of calligraphy, at least, whether a piece of calligraphy is beautiful or not, even ordinary people who do not understand calligraphy at all can tell it.

Anyone can see the ten characters in this painting -- majestic and vigorous.

Almost everyone was amazed, only Ye Lin was alone - he sat in his seat, staring straight at the close-up of Ling Xiao's words on the screen, and one hand subconsciously pressed his chest.

"The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years." - Maybe apart from Ling Xiao himself, he is the only one in the world who can probably understand...... When she wrote these ten words, what did she mean and what kind of mood did she feel?

He was a little distressed—no, very distressed.

Sometimes even he forgets about himself, but in fact, Ling Xiao is just a sixteen-year-old girl this year - she has experienced too much and knows too much, is this a good thing? He couldn't say it, although sometimes he was a little lucky, glad that so much had happened, and that he had met such a girl by accident. But at this moment, he even had a strong urge - he would rather never know Ling Xiao, because in that case, it might mean that she was still the carefree girl in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers.

The camera finally moved away from the word, and then gave Ling Xiao a close-up.

Ling Xiao in the camera is still wearing a man's clothes, but at this time, he lost the lighting and effects of the previous dance, revealing his original delicate and beautiful appearance, and finally he was no longer regarded as a boy without suspicion just now. She was still smiling—still laughing with a bit of brazenness and arrogance.

Ye Lin was stunned, slowly lowered his hand, and suddenly laughed.

"The words of the male god are also so handsome!" The girl on the side held her heart and made a look.

"Wait," Ye Lin smiled and raised his eyebrows - that action was actually a little similar to Ling Xiao on the stage, with a little pride and pride, "It's not all." ”

If they knew that Ling Xiao was studying medicine with Sun Simiao, Yan Zhenqing learning calligraphy, Wang Jixin learning chess, and even learning the art of heavenly craftsmanship with the monks, they would definitely be much more shocked than when they first knew. It's just a pity...... These things, I'm afraid that apart from Ling Xiao and him, there will never be a third person in this world who knows about them.

Thinking about it this way, in addition to regret, it seems that there is also a little joy - there is such an important secret between them.

Ye Ershao smiled bitterly, secretly scolded himself for being useless, and sat up straight as if nothing had happened and continued to watch the broadcast seriously.

After the close-up of several people's works in turn, they were sent to the judges' seats by the hostesses, waiting for the judges to score after carefully reading them.

Several judges each chose a word to make a simple comment. Zhang Lao was the last to speak, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and when it was his turn, there was only Ling Xiao's word left.

"Improvisational proposition writing, one is to test everyone's book, and the other is to test everyone's literary literacy a little, at this point, everyone's expression is very good, and the response is very fast. This calligraphy is vigorous, plump and vigorous, and it can be seen that the foundation is quite solid, and it can even be said to be old and spicy, and it complements the content of the writing. And the payment, the seal is complete, and the layout is staggered, to be honest, it has greatly exceeded my expectations, after all, the time is still very limited. "Zhang Lao speaks as slowly and logically as he is, gentle and elegant. He is like a kind elder, and he does not hesitate to praise the outstanding juniors. After a pause, he pondered for a moment, and then added, "I can see that you are learning Yan Ti, but I think there is a little bit of Zhang Xu's cursive script in this word, and it is rare for a little girl's words to be so free and uninhibited." ”

Ling Xiao did not shy away from it, and nodded: "I do have a little study of Mr. Zhang Xu's brushwork. ”

When she said this, she rarely brought some respect, just like when she used to mention her master in the valley - although she was Yan Zhenqing's disciple, her temperament was very different from that of her master, and the font was naturally different. Back then, Mr. Zhang Xu was invited to the valley as a guest, but he really gave her a word or two, which made her inexhaustible.

Zhang Lao seemed to be very satisfied with her humility and respect when she mentioned her ancestors, and his tone became more and more softened, and he asked her gently: "This seal-although it is a seal, I think it □□really has the essence of Yan Zhenqing, did you engrave it yourself?" ”

Ling Xiao seemed to remember something when he heard this, his eyes were empty for a moment, but he quickly came back to his senses, and shook his head lightly: "It was specially carved for me by the division commander." ”

Her tone was light, obviously not wanting to talk too much. Zhang Lao was not reluctant, laughed happily, and immediately ended this comment and handed the microphone back to the host.

So what is the final result of the calligraphy competition? Let's sell it first, and also give the judges and teachers a little time to taste and score. Several students who participated in the competition have worked hard, and today's table is very good, so let's take a good rest and see the next performance. The host played a recently popular "shock" stalk, which attracted a burst of applause and good-natured laughter from the audience, and the curtain fell. When the applause and laughter had passed, the host smiled and said, "The calligraphy competition is here, will the painting be far away?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, several chasing lights passed him and landed straight on both sides of the stage. It seemed to be only then that the audience suddenly realized that the two sides of the stage had been extended at some point, and three tables had been placed on each side.

There were also six contestants who participated in the painting competition, but three were Chinese paintings and three were Western sketches.

At this time, the six contestants were already standing at the tables on either side of the table according to the category of painting.

"Oh, the male god is on again! Oh my God, how many talents will the male god have! ”

"Hello, I'm the female ticket of the male god, you all stay away from my male ticket!"

"Male god, do you still lack a girlfriend? The kind of class next door to you? ”

The sharp-eyed girl saw the familiar face, and bit her ear excitedly and whispered—no, not all whispering—and the last question echoed clearly over the entire auditorium:

"Male god, do you still lack a girlfriend? The kind of class next door to you? The host girl who was in charge of introducing the contestants in the painting competition was obviously much more lively and bold than the girl in the previous calligraphy competition, and when she walked up to Ling Xiao, she simply held up the microphone and asked - she is a student in the sixth class of the second year of high school, of course, "the kind of class next to you".

The girl was wearing a small dress, delicate makeup, and a pair of eyes staring at Ling Xiao with bright eyes.

"Okay." Ling Xiao smiled and nodded.

As soon as she spoke, there was almost a moment of silence in the entire Great Hall—unlike the softness of her previous words, and her deliberately lowered voice sounded somewhat androgynous and unusually magnetic.

"Oh my God, my ears are going to be pregnant!" The girl sitting next to Ye Lin covered her chest and "wailed", her face was red.

Now that even his girlfriend has come out, do you really want Lily? It's enough to mess with flowers and grass in public! Ye Ershao held his forehead, with a look of "no love", but after all, he was reluctant to take his eyes off the screen, so he could only stare intently while sulking himself.

The painting competition is not like calligraphy, it takes too long, it is impossible to make so many people wait for hours, the school has made a "ruthless move" this time, the show should continue or continue, the contestants will paint on the stage specially built on both sides, and the photographer will give them some close-ups and shots as appropriate, and the end of the party is just the time when the competition is over and the results are announced.

Time was pressing, and this time even Ling Xiao didn't play handsome, but he just turned the pen casually and began to draw soon after.

……

The party, which started at seven o'clock in the evening, was already coming to an end at half past nine.

"Everyone must have been waiting for a while, so it's time to reveal the final results of the calligraphy and painting competitions." After the deadline for the painting competition and the judges' comments, another program passed, and the host finally walked on the stage with the final list.

There were twelve calligraphy and painting competitions - no, eleven contestants took to the stage again.

"Nervous?" The moderator asked.

Ling Xiao stood closest to her, and the little girl pointed at her casually, and the microphone just came to her mouth.

Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Before I came on stage just now, I also told my classmates to let everyone wait for me to triumph - I guess I won't let them down." ”

is arrogant and not modest at all, but she is not annoying at all, I just feel that she should be so straightforward and natural.

Of course, she was not nervous, and she was always so conceited and self-righteous. Ye Lin sat in the "broadcast studio", he didn't know what he thought, and snorted angrily, but his eyes were glued to the screen - she was not nervous, but he seemed to be more nervous than her. Although, in fact, he was almost certain of the final outcome.

Third prize in calligraphy, third prize in painting group, third prize in sketch group, second prize in calligraphy, second prize in painting Chinese painting group, second prize in sketch group......

The host seemed to know that everyone had been waiting anxiously, and he didn't sell anything more at the moment, and happily announced the results one by one: "Calligraphy Competition, the first prize is -"

Even though the name was already coming out, everyone still subconsciously held their breath.

"Senior 2 and 5th class, Ling Xiao!"

Unexpectedly, there was silence in the auditorium, and no one applauded, because everyone was waiting and waiting for the next sentence of the host.

"Painting Contest Chinese Painting Group, First Prize - Senior Second Class 5, Ling Xiao!"

Finally, the audience applauded.

Ling Xiao took the certificate, looked at her own name that had not yet completely dried the ink on it, and obviously had just filled it in, reached out and held up both certificates, raised her eyebrows and chuckled - the cameraman gave her a close-up at the right time.

The girl in the camera has her eyebrows and eyes flying, as if she is full of conceit and understanding.

The applause rang out like thunder for a while, and the direction with the loudest voice was the seat of the fifth class of the second year of high school.

Ye Lin breathed a sigh of relief almost immediately, and couldn't help but laugh too.

"Ye Lin, you smile a bit like them." A boy gently patted Ye Lin's shoulder, teasing and pointing, while holding his heart, shouting proudly, "My male god is so handsome and so cool!" A few girls.

Ye Ershao, who was still smiling proudly just now, stiffened his face and darkened his face suddenly: "Go, go, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb person." ”

The party arrived here and it was already the last program, and everyone got up and left the "broadcast room" and prepared to go home. Everyone walked with a smile along the way, and when they arrived at the school gate, someone came over and put their hands on Ye Lin's shoulders and asked him with a smile: "How about it, go have a supper and then break up?" It's been a long time, and the next time we get together so many people, maybe we will have to wait until next year. ”

As soon as these words came out, they were immediately applauded.

Of course, Ye Lin was also a little reluctant, just wanted to nod his head, but after a sweep, he saw that several girls were still excitedly discussing the "male god", and inexplicably felt a little congested, frowning and already a little hesitant when he spoke:

"I have to go to work tomorrow, and it's getting late......"

"Ye Lin!" Before he could finish his sentence, he was suddenly interrupted.

Everyone looked back when they heard the voice, but before the boys had time to speak, several girls were already excited:

"Whoa, male god!".