The county education commission was a little far from the station, and Yu Fei shouted a tricycle.

At this time, the tricycle was a manpower tricycle, all relying on pedals, Lin Qinghe saw that the master who stepped on the tricycle was already sweating when he sent them to the county education commission.

The county education commission is a two-story building, Yu Fei led Lin Qinghe in, found a staff member, and asked, "Hello teacher, how do you go to Teacher Wu Congwenwu's office?" ”

"Teacher Wu, you go up to the second floor, go in the first office on the left, and ask."

So Yu Fei took Lin Qinghe to the second floor again, in the first office on the left, there were three people, two men and one woman, Yu Fei stood at the door and paused, "Is Teacher Wu Congwen here?" ”

A young man turned around, "I'm Wu Congwen, who are you?" ”

Yu Fei smiled: "I am Yu Fei from Fengming Township." ”

Wu Congwen suddenly said: "It turned out to be Teacher Yu, this is Lin Qinghe's classmate?" ”

He looked at the girl Yu Fei was holding in his hand, and was a little shocked, he didn't expect that Yu Fei really dared to bring the girl over, could it be that he and Director Yang were wrong? Is that word and that painting really the work of a six-year-old girl?

Besides, this girl is too beautiful! People like it when they look at it.

Wu Congwen's voice involuntarily became gentle, "Teacher Yu, classmate Lin Qinghe, you sit down for a while, and I'll go see if our Director Yang is free now." ”

He went to Yang Zhongyuan's office and knocked on the door, pushed the door in, and said, "Director Yang, Teacher Yu and Lin Qinghe's friends from Fengming Township are here." ”

Yang Zhongyuan raised his eyebrows: "Do you really dare to come?" Then call them over. ”

He wanted to see what kind of demon he was able to write like that and draw such a picture at his age.

When Wu Congwen brought Yu Fei and Lin Qinghe over, Yang Zhongyuan's eyes fell on Lin Qinghe for the first time.

With just one glance, Yang Zhongyuan inexplicably had a feeling in his heart: maybe it was really written and painted by this girl.

Although the fabric of the clothes Lin Qinghe wore was not good, there were decorations sewn by Lin Jing according to her requirements, so it still looked very classy.

In addition, Lin Qinghe's own temperament does not resemble a rural doll, which makes Yang Zhongyuan mistakenly think that this is a child with good family conditions, who has followed the master to learn calligraphy and painting since then, and is endowed and spiritual.

He said softly: "Who is Lin Qinghe's calligraphy and painting teacher?" How long have you been studying calligraphy and art? ”

Lin Qinghe sat on the chair, "I don't have a teacher, I am all self-taught." I have a notebook at home, and I usually use a brush dipped in water to write on the table when I have nothing to do. I also paint, I just draw according to the real thing. ”

Yang Zhongyuan frowned and looked at Yu Fei.

Yu Fei nodded and said: "That's the case, Lin Qinghe's family conditions are not very good, and there are no conditions to support her to learn calligraphy and painting." ”

Yang Zhongyuan's brows furrowed even tighter, if there is a teacher to teach, although she has such achievements at her age, it is also very rebellious, but it is always possible to figure it out.

However, I have never studied it, and I can have such results by self-study......

He couldn't believe it anyway!

This is no longer a rebellion, but a real demon!

Yang Zhongyuan said: "Then, let's do it, classmate Lin Qinghe, you write that "Ailian" again and let's take a look." ”

That's the case, in fact, Yang Zhongyuan has already sentenced her to "death" in his heart, a doll who has no learning conditions, I'm afraid I don't know a few words in "Ailian", how can I write it?

Wu Congwen understood the meaning of the leader, so he took a bottle of ink, a piece of white paper, and a brush and put it on the table next to Yang Zhongyuan, "Lin Qinghe, let's write it here." ”

Lin Qinghe glanced at Wu Congwen calmly, and saw that he looked away inexplicably, and then she said softly: "I want freshly ground ink, not this kind of white paper, I want rice paper." ”

"This ......"

Wu Congwen felt that it had been determined that this girl could not write such words, so there was no need to prepare so completely, it was a complete waste.

Yang Zhongyuan smiled, this girl is still a little interesting.

He lifted his chin, "Give her my set of four treasures of the study." ”

Wu Congwen took out Yang Zhongyuan's pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and put it on the empty desk next to him.

Lin Qinghe walked over to take a look, the inkstone is a stone of pine stone, the texture is not particularly good, it is better to carve more carefully, and take the artistic conception of the moonlight of the lotus pond.

In the lower left corner of the inkstone, there are two protruding lotus leaves, on which a frog squats, in the upper left corner is a blooming lotus flower, a bud hangs into the inkstone, and in the upper right corner there is a recessed crescent.

Lin Qinghe dripped a few drops of water in the inkstone, and then picked up the ink strip and drew a large circle in the inkstone.

The ink strip is oil smoke ink, and the ink developed has a jet-black luster, which is suitable for the regular script written by Lin Qinghe.

In fact, Lin Qinghe loves to write more, but her wrist strength is not strong now, and it is better to write regular script than to write regular script.

Yang Zhongyuan looked at Lin Qinghe's posture of studying ink, his eyes were solemn, and he now felt that this kid really knew calligraphy.

You must know that insiders and laymen can be distinguished by looking at Yanmo.

He stood up and walked to Lin Qinghe's side, ready to witness with his own eyes that this was a talent or a hoax.

Lin Qinghe was not affected by him, and still took care of himself, slowly but firmly studying the ink.

After a while, Lin Qinghe put down the ink strip, unfolded the rice paper, pressed one end with something, lifted the pen, and dipped it in ink.

Yang Zhongyuan has been staring at all of Lin Qinghe's movements, so far, he feels that her movements are in place, it can be seen that these basic things are no problem, I don't know, what the words will really be written.

Lin Qinghe moved!

With only one "beggar", Yang Zhongyuan knew that he was wrong, and he was very wrong!

This kid really knows how to write!

Suddenly, the word "love" was presented, and Yang Zhongyuan no longer doubted that the painting "Ailian" was fake.

He thought that this child had never studied with a teacher, and had been learning by himself, and he trembled with excitement.

This disciple, he accepted it!

Famous teachers are hard to find, and talented students are also hard to find!

Yang Zhongyuan held a calligraphy and painting training class in the county, but he accepted a few students, but they were all ordinary students who did not have an apprenticeship, and none of the disciples who really apprenticed to the teacher did not look at it.

Now, however, he finally had the desire to take disciples.

Wait for Lin Qinghe to finish writing a "Love Lotus", and write the following paragraph: September 26, 1986, in the Jiangyang County Education Commission, Lin Qinghe.

Yang Zhongyuan smiled like a wolf grandmother, "Classmate Lin Qinghe, do you want to worship me as a teacher?" ”

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