The hazy weather has forced many industries to come to a standstill, and some primary schools have taken a week-long holiday due to some students suffering from colds.

But this is only a palliative treatment, not a cure, and the diseases caused by smog will not be solved because of the holiday. This approach of the school is somewhat of a shirking of responsibility.

But for children, they don't want to go to school in the first place, and they are so sick that they can't calm down and study at all, and they won't be efficient.

Instead of this, it is better to take a few days off, so that the children can recuperate with peace of mind, play happily, and the teachers are also happy.

This depression also affected the Yuanfeng Chinese Society. These children finally took a vacation, but they didn't want to learn anything more, and even if they couldn't go out and run wildly, most of them were bored at home.

Zhao Yuankang is not too anxious about this, he pays attention to doing things naturally. Everything is hard to pay and develop in a good direction.

Although everyone wants to make money, a gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way. You can't rush to achieve success, otherwise, you won't be able to achieve it quickly, but you will get half the result.

He knows that in the education industry, he must lay a good foundation, so that he can become famous and famous all over the world.

It is rare to have a few days of leisure, and during the day, I come to the Chinese Studies Society to discuss some poetry, literature and history topics with the teacher, practice calligraphy, and listen to the guqin, but I am also in a good mood.

He remembered that Tonghai Zhenren had told him that "cultivation is everywhere." Walking and eating can become a form of practice, not to mention this qin, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are the four elegances of the literati. Since ancient times, it has been the best way to cultivate self-cultivation and temperament.

Playing the piano, plucking the heartstrings, ten fingers connecting the heart to convey affection, between the ups and downs of the voice, full of feelings.

Playing chess, between black and white, vertical and horizontal, but with all efforts, the battle in a corner is often hesitant and difficult to break.

Calligraphy, in the square inch, between tossing and turning, shows the wonder of the change of words, a thousand words, by no means a strange talk.

Chinese painting, danqing dyeing, freehand pen and ink, a circle of the world's show, realistic and truthful, straight to break through the sky.

Throughout the ages, literati and artists have been immersed in it, and in the way of calligraphy, it is ten thousand times more difficult to become famous and become a family.

Because in ancient times, all literati, no matter what they could achieve in the end, learned calligraphy from an early age, and then developed in other aspects. Even if nothing is achieved in the end, and nothing can be achieved as a down-and-out scholar, that pen has a certain foundation.

Some poor scholars who have failed to achieve fame, have poor careers, and cannot bear on their shoulders or carry their hands, can also rely on writing letters and couplets for others to eat, not to mention those famous calligraphers who rely on words to eat.

Like the holy father and son of the book, Yan muscles and willow bones are naturally praised for eternity, that is, the famous traitors Cai Jing and Yan Song in history are actually famous calligraphers in the world. It can be seen that calligraphy has become a basic skill, and it is too difficult for future generations to make breakthroughs.

He practiced calligraphy as a hobby, and he had no intention of making a name for himself in the future.

He was practicing calligraphy in the principal's office, and was writing a pair of "Heaven rewards diligence", he habitually brought out the top horizontal and the lower horizontal, and then wrapped the skimming coherently, so that the whole word was like a fairy flying in the air.

This word is like a return to the wind and snow, and there is a state of soaring and unearthly, so as to reflect the extraordinary of the sky.

"Principal Zhao, are you free? Someone is looking for you. Shoko knocked lightly on the door, and at the Chinese Academy, they all called him the principal.

"Oh, please come in." Zhao Yuankang put the pen on the mountain shelf and walked to the door.

"A young man, who said he was a friend of yours, came to see you, and I arranged for him to be in the parlor." Shoko said.

"Oh, did he say what's his name?" Zhao Yuankang asked.

"I asked, and the man said, you will know when you see him, I see that he is polite and polite, but he is also quite easy-going." Shoko reported.

"Heh, it's quite mysterious, then I'll go over and take a look." He followed Shoko towards the meeting room.

The door was ajar, and a man in a blue casual suit was looking at a magazine with his back to the door, and from the appearance, he was of medium stature, with a relatively well-proportioned figure, short hair, and simple and neat.

"Hello, our Principal Zhao is here." Shoko walked over and greeted the young man.

"Principal Zhao, don't come unharmed." The man turned around and smiled like a sunny smile.

"Oh? I didn't expect it to be you! Zhao Yuankang walked over in surprise and shook hands with him.

This person is actually a descendant of the book saint who had a relationship with him at the salon of "The Boat of Sailing".

"Principal Zhao, that poem that night is still fresh in my memory. I can't forget it. The young man couldn't help but praise.

"How dare you, that's just my freewheeling work, where can it compare to your calligraphy works, that's really a true biography of the sage, I'm sorry, I haven't asked your name yet."

He was quite ashamed, people were very interested in him, and they all came to visit, but he only knew that the surname was Wang.

"Under Wang Haoran." The young man smiled slightly, as soft and comfortable as a spring breeze blowing willows.

"Haoran righteousness, good name, let's go, go to my office for tea." He warmly invited Wang Haoran to his office to drink tea and talk.

"Yo, Principal Zhao, it's really Yaxing, this word is quite generous."

Wang Haoran came into the house and saw the rice paper that had just written the word "heaven", he had been practicing family calligraphy since he was a child, and he was almost crazy about this one, so when he saw calligraphy, he couldn't help but look at it twice.

After more than three years of practice, Zhao Yuankang's characters have become quite shaped, and he can handle the soft and tactful movement of the pen and the structure of the frame.

"This is really a big knife in front of the old man, I bought a brush in front of the sage, I can still show off in front of others, in front of you, a famous calligrapher, this is ugly. I quickly put it away. ”

He hurriedly rolled up the rice paper, isn't this looking for shame?

"Don't say that, we're just communicating, there's nothing famous to say, if you don't dislike it, I'll add a few strokes." Wang Haoran hurriedly stopped him.

"Well, I can't ask for your inscription." He didn't insist anymore, and spread the paper out again and flattened it with a weight.

"What words were you going to write?" Wang Haoran asked.

"Don't be polite to me, we're all friends, I'll call you Haoran, you call me Yuankang." He felt that the two of them were so polite, but they were a little out of sight.

"Well, Brother Yuankang, what you said is extremely true." Wang Haoran promised.

"I just wanted to write a picture of 'God rewards hard work' to encourage myself." He replied calmly.

"Okay, ambitious, courageous."

Wang Haoran held the pen in his hand, and immediately gathered the strength of his whole body in his right arm, and the whole person was stagnant, and a natural arrogance permeated the whole body.

It is the grandeur of a scholar who has survived the vicissitudes of life.

The pen, in his hand, is like a dragon opening and closing on the white paper, bending and stretching, every movement, is so wonderful, wonderful pen flowers.

Let's just say that the word "Dao" goes, flying like tears, twists and turns at the bend, the slow is slow, the turn is turning, and the last is smooth, more like a volley of a sword through the air, piercing into the void, deeply rooted in the heart.

The word "pay" is the most strokes in the four characters, but it is skillfully combined by him, and the size of the word "day" is the same as that of the four strokes, and the word "state" on the right is split in three vertical chains, and the three connecting points are written as an oblique horizontal with a slight hook, so that the whole is more harmonious.

In the end, the word "diligence" was cut out obliquely like a big knife, sharp, and there was an awe-inspiring righteousness coming out through the paper.

"Good words, worthy of the style of a famous artist, originally I was extremely mediocre in that day, after your words, it became a good work, admiration and admiration."

He couldn't help but praise it, which was not a polite compliment, but a sincere convincing.

"It's been a prize. If you like it, I just borrowed flowers to offer Buddha. I'm going to trouble you in the future. ”

"What do you mean by that, I'm afraid you're here today not just to discuss calligraphy." He noticed that Wang Haoran seemed to have other intentions, so he asked directly.

"Don't hide it, I want to join the Yuanfeng Chinese Society, if I don't show some skills, I'm afraid you won't accept it." Wang Haoran said with a smile.

"That's really unbelievable, it's a great blessing for us to be able to join my Chinese Society. However, with your reputation and ability, you don't have to worry about no one hiring, right? ”

He is still somewhat self-aware, without blind self-confidence, and is not subject to unwarranted funding.

"First of all, I am also a well-off family, I prefer to be a freelancer, and occasionally have leisure time, I will gather with three or five confidants, and I will not be burdened by the world."

"Secondly, I pay attention to fate, if I don't follow my heart, I will not pay attention to it if I am invited with a high salary, from that salon, although your poem has a meaning, but I admire your courage to challenge traditional ideas."

"Finally, on the road of life, it is difficult to find like-minded people, I also wanted to found a Chinese culture club, spread culture, teach and educate people, but because of physical and trivial things, now, in a sense, you have fulfilled my wish. I also learned that you have an excellent character, so I take the liberty to come here and create a future with you, and I hope you will give you a chance. ”

Wang Haoran has a clear mind, speaks unhurriedly, and looks calm and confident, which makes Zhao Yuankang appreciate it very much.

"You are welcome to join us and create a better future together." He laughed and stretched out his hand to welcome Wang Haoran's arrival.