Lin Xi was stunned.

He didn't know why Sheng Qingtang asked this, but he still replied: "Yes, President Sheng, on Saturday, I just sent this calligraphy to Master Wei Hou, and he said that this is his practice pen. ”

"Practicing the pen?" Sheng Qingtang endured it, remembering that this was not his own son, so he didn't slap it.

He laughed angrily: "As for his Wei Hou's broken words, he is embarrassed to say that this character is his practice pen?" Does he deserve it?! ”

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the other masters of the art world around him changed.

Although Sheng Qingtang focuses on calligraphy, he has also made achievements in Chinese painting and sculpture, and his status in the art world is very high, almost a unique level.

He had an odd temper and had no apprentices.

But this did not prevent other masters from respecting him.

Since Sheng Qingtang said so, he must have seen something.

Lin Xi was stunned.

"Now, immediately, call me this idiot Wei Hou!" Sheng Qingtang shouted angrily at the president of the Shanghai Art Association, "Within ten minutes, I want to see his people." ”

"President Sheng, rest your anger, stop your anger." The president of the Shanghai Art Association hurriedly apologized, "I'll go now, you just got discharged from the hospital not long ago, so you can't be angry." ”

"You care about me......" Sheng Qingtang lost his temper again, and just as he was about to start, he saw the girl in front of him on the right glancing at him.

It's light and light.

Sheng Qingtang was immediately silenced.

Oops.

He had forgotten that Doctor Ying was here.

In case he accidentally drops his skull next time, no one will heal him.

"Ahem." Sheng Qingtang was a little weak-hearted, he waved his hand, his face was blank, "Hurry up." ”

"Yes, yes, yes."

The president of the Shanghai Art Association hurried away.

The barrage exploded again.

[, who is this old man? Why does even the president of the Shanghai Art Association respect him so much? 】

[And said that Wei Hou is not worthy of writing this word, although I don't know why, but it is inexplicably convincing. 】

[Ahhh!!h 】

[Confused, who is Sheng Qingtang? ] 】

[Front row of popular science, Sheng Qingtang, the last president of the Huaguo Calligraphy Art Association, good at official calligraphy, regular script, cursive, large seal, small seal a variety of fonts, each pair of words is tens of millions of starts, but also Chinese painting, printmaking, carving a variety of arts, has been invited to Ozhou to participate in the carving competition, overwhelm other countries, won the crown. 】

[Three years ago, Sheng Qingtang stepped down as the president of the Huaguo Calligraphy Art Association and lived in seclusion, even his colleagues couldn't find him, but I didn't expect to see him here today. 】

[Even other countries in the Continent are capable of suppressing, how strong is this carving? 】

[, Qingzhi even invited Sheng Qingtang, the principal is too powerful, it's not in vain for me to skip class to watch the live broadcast today. 】

So the barrage was full of praise for the principal's awesomeness.

Principal: "......"

He's not that he doesn't.

Where did he have such a big shelf, he was also very confused.

**

Offstage.

Zhong Zhiwan's nails pinched his palms, and the tips of his eyes were red.

Sheng Qingtang actually knew that the word was not Wei Hou's?

But how could Sheng Qingtang deign to come here?

Could it be that this word was written by Sheng Qingtang?

Zhong Zhiwan frowned.

No.

Sheng Qingtang's personal style is too obvious, and his line is not this kind of font.

As long as Wei Hou didn't admit it, Sheng Qingtang had no evidence.

Even if something happens, it won't involve her, after all, it is Wei Hou who wants to be greedy.

Zhong Zhiwan calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief.

**

Ten minutes later, the president of the Shanghai Art Association went and returned.

In the back, two staff members helped Wei Hou to walk this way.

Wei Hou's face was pale, he was motion sick, and he vomited a few times just now.

Lin Xi shouted: "Master Wei Hou." ”

Wei Hou is more arrogant, how can he care about a junior?

He didn't even look at Lin Xi, coughed a few times, stepped forward, and was very respectful: "President Sheng, I didn't know that you were here, Wei Hou was disappointed, please forgive me." ”

"Missing?" Sheng Qingtang's eyes were cold, "If you come to welcome me, I will have a short life!" ”

Wei Hou's face sank: "President Sheng, what do you mean?" ”

Didn't Sheng Qingtang just rely on being twenty years older than him to get the position of president of the Huaguo Calligraphy Art Association?

If they were their peers, Sheng Qingtang could compare to him?

"What do I mean?" Sheng Qingtang snorted and picked up the scroll, "He said that you wrote this character, you say." ”

Wei Hou looked over and his eyelids jumped.

He was very impressed by the lettering.

This is a height that he will not be able to reach in another ten years of training.

Wei Hou has been famous in the art world for a long time, and he knows many people, and he can tell at a glance that this character does not belong to any famous calligrapher.

Those who are lower than him dare not contradict him, so they can only give him this painting.

So when Lin Xi brought it, Wei Hou directly recognized it.

He hasn't been out of the mountain for a long time, also because he has encountered a bottleneck.

This pair of words can just help him stand more firmly in the art world.

"Not bad." Wei Hou still didn't deny it, "This word is indeed my practice pen, what does President Sheng want to say?" ”

He didn't see that as he said this, the big screen behind him was covered with the word "garbage".

[Wei Hou is fifty this year, right? The handwriting is not as good as that of a seventeen-year-old high school student, no wonder it is called rubbish. 】

[Hahahaha, I admitted it in public, I guess I don't know what happened before, this face really hurts. 】

[I remember that Wei Hou is also a member of the Huaguo Calligraphy Art Association, right?] It seems that the position is not low, this ......]

Sheng Qingtang's eyes were even colder: "So, you also know that some students took your words and cheated to participate in the competition?" ”

Wei Hou frowned, remembering what Zhong Zhiwan said that day, and was still very calm: "My words were lent out to students to copy, why, who stole them?" ”

"President Sheng, this is really Master Wei Hou'......"

Lin Xi wanted to argue, but was blocked back by Sheng Qingtang's eye knife: "If I speak, you can also interject?" ”

was reprimanded in person, Lin Xi's face turned red, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Sheng Qingtang looked at Wei Hou again: "When did you write it?" ”

"Four days ago, I just had an idea." Wei Hou was very impatient, "If President Sheng just asks me about such trivial things, I, Wei Hou, will not accompany me." ”

"Good, good!" Sheng Qingtang slapped the table angrily, "You said that this is a word you wrote four days ago, but I saw it a week ago, and I took a photo, you went back in time to write it?!" ”

He turned on his mobile phone, called up the group photo of that day, and stared in front of the camera.

"Look clearly, this was taken at Lao Tzu's house, this is Lao Tzu's bald and unfilial son, this is Lao Tzu's watermelon and apple." Sheng Qingtang sneered, "Wei Hou, do you know where the door of Lao Tzu's house opens?" ”

"Sorry to say that this painting is your practice pen?!"

The screen zooms in on the photo, and people can clearly see that the words on the photo are exactly the same as those shown by Lin Xi before.

There is not a single penny of difference.

Wei Hou looked up indifferently.

Looking at it this way, with a "buzz", his brain was directly emptied.

“……”

The audience didn't expect such a reversal, and they were all shocked.

Zhong Zhiwan's face turned even whiter, and his lips trembled fiercely.

Actually...... Is there really any evidence?

Isn't this too much of a coincidence?

The barrage exploded even more.

[, so this "garbage word" was not written by Wei Hou, so how rubbish should he really write? 】

[So who wrote this picture?] Century Mystery? 】

[No, no, no, the point is, why did Wei Hou take the lead? What is he trying to do? 】

[I now deeply doubt whether Wei Hou's previous achievements are also fake. 】

[Wei Houcai is a shame in the art world, ask the Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association to investigate him thoroughly! ] 】

"You say, you say!" Sheng Qingtang pressed forward step by step, and sneered again and again, "This character, is it your practice pen?" ”

Wei Hou was dripping in cold sweat, and he couldn't stand on his feet.

He tried to speak, but he couldn't get a word out.

Lin Xi on the side was also shocked.

"You dare to deceive me and slander students for cheating." Sheng Qingtang turned his head suddenly, "You, call the Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association now, Wei Hou's punishment, I want it now." ”

The president of the Shanghai Art Association wiped his sweat and took out his mobile phone.

"President Sheng!" Wei Hou's expression changed greatly, "President Sheng is too much. ”

If he had known that Sheng Qingtang had a photo in his hand, he would not have been able to take it.

"Joke, if I hadn't come today, wouldn't you have forced this student to make her admit that she had cheated?" Sheng Qingtang didn't listen at all, "And you, Lin Xi, right?" ”

"If you let Qingzhi expel the student in public without investigating clearly, I also want to ask your teacher, he usually teaches you like this?"

Lin Xi pursed his lips, his fingers clenched, and he didn't speak.

How could he possibly doubt Wei Hou's words?

Although this matter, he did it a little impulsively.

"Oh, by the way, this little student asked me to read it not long ago, saying that he was going to take it to the art festival." Sheng Qingtang's voice was cold, "Wei Hou, let me ask you again, why is your seal on it?" ”

He was about to die of anger.

Such a good character was ruined by Wei Hou's seal.

His heart ached unbearably.

“……”

Lin Xi turned his head suddenly.

Ying Zijin leaned against the pillar, quietly.

The sunlight was sliced into pieces by the leaves and fell on her skin, a pale golden light floating.

It's so beautiful that it doesn't belong to this world.

As if sensing something, she slowly looked this way.

A pair of phoenix eyes are bright and beautiful.

The surroundings are extremely quiet.

Photographers have forgotten the action.

After a long time, the first barrage finally appeared on the big screen.

【emmm…… So this is me ruthless, even scolding myself? 】

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