After returning home, Yan Song Meimei slept well, isolated all information from the outside world, and waited for the arrival of tomorrow's game with peace of mind. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because the last game was Monday, and the students were all in class, Yan Song deliberately asked Liu Jun for a day off, and Liu Jun agreed without a word.

For Yan Song, Liu Jun likes it, excellent, smart, beautiful-looking, and not troublesome students, which teacher can not like it!

Three years later, Yan Song has lost a lot of weight compared to three years ago, the original small fleshy face has become a standard melon seed face of a beauty, and at the age of ten, she can already vaguely see her future demeanor, an absolute beauty embryo, disaster level, I just don't know which one can be harmed.

Yan Song didn't care about these things, she just grew up with her mind, and she had to look at the window every day and count her fingers, how long would it take for her to become an adult, so that she could go out, and she had been waiting for a long time for a solo trip.

The most important thing before the trip is to prepare for the competition, the teacher didn't say that she is not the first prize, but who will compete for the second place if there is the first, naturally there are as many as possible, and they are all towards the certificate of the first prize.

Regarding the future, Yan Song has already thought about it, this time she doesn't want to learn photography anymore, what else will she learn when she knows it? It's better to find a brand new, challenging thing to learn, and take into account the practicality, Yan Song still chose to study medicine, as a doctor, he should be very respected!

Since the future is planned, then violin and dancing are hobbies, used to spice up life, and not want to be an art student, gradually she moved her energy to calligraphy, if this word is written, you are famous, then your worth will also rise, resulting in the phenomenon of hard to find a word.

It's not that Yan Song loves money, but thinking that he has no money, he writes a random word and sells it, and many people are scrambling to buy it.

Of course, this is also a more exaggerated thought, she is not short of money, even if she is really short of money, she may not sell her words, imagination is an exaggeration of reality, and it is good to let her think about it if she doesn't feel it.

In the second day's competition, because the remaining ten players are determined by the rankings of the first two rounds, Yan Song just ranked sixth, not up or down in the middle position, the pressure is not as big as the first and second places, but it is not nothing. If your ranking does not prevail, it is not enough for the judges to remember you, so you can only use your real skills to make people remember.

The word given by the jury is "The sword is sharpened from the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold", the meaning is obvious, when Yan Song got this word, he was already thinking about how to write it in his mind.

Sheng Zhentang is a calligrapher, especially cursive is the most famous, Yan Song as his disciple, naturally cursive is more handy, but to write cursive requires a strong momentum and artistic conception, you can't write a cursive when you compare words with each other, that person should say that you are not modest.

And this poem, people who see it will feel a rushing momentum, and it is written in flamboyant and wild cursive, which is the most suitable.

People who write cursive also have a bold character, if they are narrow-minded, they will also show it from his words, the so-called layman looks lively, and the insider looks at the doorway, that's it.

Because cursive writing is a one-stroke achievement, but the requirements for the writer are high, so few contestants will use cursive during the competition, in case one of the judges does not like it, then there is no competition.

The words of the previous contestants are very beautiful, but they are not prominent enough, and they do not fully highlight the author's own style, so it is not a problem. Yan Song looked at their words and smiled, these people will definitely become the mainstay of the calligraphy circle and authoritative figures in time.

In addition to Yan Song, there are no girls among the ten people, and none of them are younger than Yan Song, they are more curious about this little sister to participate in the competition and compete with them, plus in the past three years, Old Man Sheng has also taken Yan Song around and led the way, Yan Song also knows a few peers.

Of course, Yan Songxiang's peers are relatively young children in their teens.

Yan Song's appearance in cursive shocked the judges' eyes. There are many people who write cursively, but only Sheng Zhentang really writes famously. And there are even fewer women among these people, although the four judges have not seen Yan Song, but from this character, the traces of Sheng Zhentang's old thing can be vaguely seen, and I also heard that he accepted a female apprentice, this is a cursive writer, and the rumored female apprentice is undoubtedly her.

This, hey, they are envious of Sheng Zhentang's luck again, such a spiritual girl was picked up by him, what kind of cursive script does this good girl learn, if you want to learn, you also want to learn to learn the small seal of Kaili or something!

Thinking that several judges were a little embarrassed, and even the questions became a lot sharper, Yan Song answered them one by one with a smile. She felt that with her own experience, she had coped with the kind of chat she used to use her brain before, and these were not major problems.

Although most of these judges are embarrassed, they have no malice, let alone harm, compared with those who laughed and chatted in front of them in the previous life, and sneered and stabbed each other behind their backs, these are all weak.

Yan Song, who can fight out of that occasion and is unharmed, can you touch your conscience and say that she is a good person, Yan Song said that his emotional intelligence is not low and he does not want to take the initiative to harm others. But if you take the initiative and I don't fight back, it won't give you face, so it's more Yan Song laughing and watching others cry.

There is no way, there are winners and losers in betting, and the winners sit gracefully and watch the losers cry without an image, isn't it normal!

In the end, Yan Song won the first prize, and modestly received the certificate from the president of the calligraphy association on the podium.

Yan Song smiled elegantly on stage, Sheng Zhentang smiled proudly offstage, his baby apprentice won the award, the first one is such a weighty award, Sheng Zhentang said that if he lived so leisurely again, he would be a little unsightly to be surpassed by a young disciple. But after thinking about it, it's not embarrassing to be surpassed by your own students, after all, it's your own training, and it's not someone else, and your face is crooked and you will eventually be in your own home!

Master Sheng, you think so, do your apprentices know? Do your friends know? Does your wife know? Does your child know?

Suddenly, because of an award, it seems that Yan Song has become a small celebrity in S City, and many advertisers have found her, but she has no time to pay attention to it.

Because of the competition, she has fallen behind in many classes, and the high school entrance examination is imminent, she can't work hard!