The preliminary round of the Grand Prix has been cut off. More than a hundred works from more than a dozen universities in the city are displayed one by one in the exhibition room of the Municipal Calligraphy Association, suppressed with paper.

After all, we have to take advantage of this Grand Prix to hold a work exhibition with the purpose of promoting traditional culture, so it is necessary to screen works. Some works with too low grades naturally cannot be on the table. It will be simple to give an encouragement award to participate.

The review team this time was all the directors of the Calligraphy Association. In order to prevent the embarrassing situation of the last live competition of the Cultural Center again, the ten judges selected this time used paper scoring to not interfere with each other. Finally, the comprehensive score was 10 points, the lowest score was zero points, the highest and lowest score were removed, and a coefficient score was given in a comprehensive way.

More than a hundred works have a relatively large workload. Sitting at the conference table, the works stayed in front of them for about two to three minutes. If there are any special needs, you can also provide close reviews, but in order to catch up with the progress, you will probably skip them directly.

In the eyes of these judges, except for a few works that can be seen, some amateur entries are difficult and polite. These works can be seen at a glance, and there is no need to look at any details.

As one of the directors, Wu Zhonghe was naturally the first to bear the brunt of such a competition, especially this time it was a competition for college students. Among the more than 100 works, the Academy of Fine Arts accounts for half of the sky. In terms of quality, the overall level is far higher than the other half of the works.

The calligraphy department, if this time it was like last time, the gold and silver awards were won by idle people in society, Wu Zhonghe, the director of the calligraphy department, would not have to be the director of the calligraphy department, so he would go home as soon as possible to raise pigs.

What content is written in the calligraphy is actually not important. They just evaluate the layout, layout and brushwork from a professional evaluation perspective. As for the content, as long as it is not negative, it can be done, even if it has nothing to do with youth, let alone some works are cursive works. Not to mention ordinary citizens, even those who are engaged in calligraphy cannot recognize what content they are, but they just don’t say it out. Some, for the sake of convenience, when signing, they use small regular characters and make comments on the side.

"Next picture." Wu Zhonghe looked at the teachers in the review team and nodded and said that he had someone take the next picture up.

However, when I saw the huge font, Wu Zhonghe narrowed his eyes and it was lacquer books again?

Han Qiping, who was sitting aside, muttered, "Yeah, that kid is here."

Before he could take a few glances, Han Qiping said, "Turn the work closer."

The review team, which had no communication, gradually became a little voice.

"Zhong Yue, it seems that he is right. He has made progress, and the charm of this lacquer book has become even more powerful."

"Old Han, who is this good disciple of whom? This hand-made lacquer book is amazing."

Han Qiping continued to look down and said copingly: "You ask Mingchuan."

However, after watching, I couldn't help but frown, "Come on, come on, you move closer, your eyes are blurred and you can't see clearly."

Wu Zhonghe looked at Han Qiping's appearance and was immediately unhappy. He could not forget the humiliation of Wu Xia Ameng, and he became angry when he remembered it.

"What is this? How could this kid make such a mistake!"

A few tables of judges were still communicating with them. Suddenly, when they heard Han Qiping's somewhat angry voice, they immediately looked over. Because the work was too close, they couldn't see it, so some people came over, "Old Han, why are you so angry?"

"This kid is simply a mess! It's clear that the lacquer is written to the essence, but the class shows off his skills and adds a piece of Wumen small regular script below! The stele and posting are all in one pot. Is this showing off a lot of fonts he knows? Absurd!"

Wu Zhonghe, who was originally disdainful, suddenly leaned against the back of the chair and straightened his waist, looked at the work in front of him, and a sneer suddenly raised a corner of his mouth, "It's really ridiculous, what's this? Which university sent it?"

"Hui Da."

"Oh, Hui Da...amateur."

Huang Mingchuan stood behind him, frowned and looked at the work. At this time, he couldn't help but say, "We don't have to comment here. Let's score each one and follow the rules set before."

"Well, Teacher Huang said it well." Among the people Wu Zhonghe knew, Huang Mingchuan was undoubtedly the number one "accomplice" of this kid, but Huang Mingchuan was so dull this time. If he didn't act like a sensation, he would lose his identity if he fanned the flames.

Ten judges will score each.

"All right, then let's go next."

It took nearly three hours to review more than a hundred works, and all of them were reviewed and the rating tables were counted. Several people sat on the long table in the showroom, drinking tea and communicating.

After all the scores are evaluated, you can speak freely.

"Xiao He, how many points did you give to the lacquer book work just now? You didn't know before that he was the one who made Mr. Liu look at him in the past." Huang Mingchuan took a sip of tea.

Regarding the other works, the scores, these people have a scale in their hearts. They are professional calligraphers and their appreciation is superior. Huang Mingchuan just wanted to know how many points they gave to Zhong Yue's work.

"Ten." He Zaixing, who is about the same age as Wu Zhonghe, participated in the Lanting Award the year before yesterday and won the Bronze Award in the Youth Group. He became famous in the competition and joined the Municipal Calligraphy Association.

There are many names for calligraphy competitions in various places, such as gold and silver, first and second grades, and some competitions are full of water and almost all of them will be awarded. However, there are two awards, which are authoritative awards that are unanimously recognized by the calligraphy world - the Lanting Award and the National Calligraphy and Seal Carving Exhibition. If you can win these two awards, you really have the ability.

So far, there are only a handful of people who can gain something from the Lanting Award in the Municipal Calligraphy Association, which is enough to show how good is this accomplished in running calligraphy.

"Ten? It's OK. This is a ten-point system. You won't have all scored, right?" Wu Zhonghe frowned and said, "Oh, come here and take Teacher He's scoring table."

He Zaixing smiled and said, "No need, I'm talking about tens, I gave tens."

Several older generation calligraphers, including Han Qiping, were shocked.

"You are so awesome. You didn't see that lacquer book work made such a serious mistake? Ten or three points are a lot! As a calligraphy author, doesn't he even know such a basic thing?"

He Zaixing looked indifferent and said slowly: "Everyone seems to have a lot of opinions about what I have made."

"It's not an opinion, it's just not understanding." Wu Zhonghe pushed his glasses.

He Zaixing smiled and said, "Anyway, my tens of ten will be removed, it doesn't matter. But I have one requirement, that is, this work must be exhibited."

After the preliminary round was submitted, Zhong Yue was free, and some sophomore and juniors also had their holidays one after another. The holidays for each major were different, but the freshman basically had to be on holiday until the end, because the school exams were arranged uniformly, and the basic courses in science and engineering such as English and advanced mathematics were carried out uniformly.

However, this doesn't matter to Zhong Yue. He basically didn't take many classes this semester, so even if he got full marks in the exam, his heaviest score was only 60. Instead of this, it would be easier to make up for the next semester.

A few people in the dormitory who were too lazy to do on weekdays all gathered in the library and started to "preview" the textbooks. When Zhong Yue came back from the calligraphy classroom, he received a strange number, but he had a little impression.

"Hey, boy."

"Ying Ye?"

"Haha, I have a good memory. I will see you at the abandoned garbage dump in the east of the county at 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon." Huatou Diao couldn't help Zhong Yue saying anything, so he hung up the phone. Zhong Yue hesitated and called Zhao Zhimin's phone number.

"Zhong Yue, come to the county and you have finished the paper town. The remaining money for the wood sold, why don't you get stuck?"

"Oh, OK. Huatou Diao called."

The other end of the phone paused for a moment, "What did he say?"

"At 3:00 tomorrow afternoon, the abandoned garbage dump in the east of the county."

"What? Why did it go to such a remote place like a fight? Didn't you ask him anything?"

Zhong Yue stared at the landscape outside the window, "He hung up the phone after he said that, and I don't know why."

"This matter is being corrected, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to go. Just tell Mr. Li, just say that. Don't worry, let the money be put on your place for the time being. After I come back from the garbage dump, I'll just come and get it together."

"Okay, be careful. If you have any mistakes, just call. Huatou Diao has no grudges and no grudges with you, and has told the Third Master again. I believe it will not be difficult for you."

"Well, then that's how it's first." Zhong Yue hung up the phone, looked at the number directory in the address book, hesitated for a while, but still did not dial the landline of Aunt Pang's shop.

Pan Wei's matter must be settled.

"A Yue, what are you thinking?" Gong Chuan pulled a can of Coke and handed it to Zhong Yue.

"fine."

Gong Chuan raised his eyebrows, "Look at you being a little confused."

Zhong Yue took a deep breath and took a sip of Coke, "Is that so? Maybe it's too hot."

"I thought you didn't know how hot it was."

Zhong Yue was stunned. Seeing the sunlight already on his ankles, he smiled, "It's okay."
Chapter completed!