The City College Student Calligraphy Grand Prix kicks off.

The sixty works selected were exhibited in the Municipal Exhibition Hall, and major newspapers and municipal media followed up and reported on this calligraphy exhibition. As a cultural construction, such a simple exhibition now has both visual effects and no trouble, and is the best carrier.

The voting system for public accounts is also activated at the same time.

There are many young people who don’t leave their homes now. After all, there are too few who vote specifically for a calligraphy exhibition. In order to allow more people to participate in this cultural construction, the Internet has become the best platform.

Each selected work was photographed and uploaded to the public platform.

People from the calligraphy department of the Academy of Fine Arts forwarded the canvassing votes, spaces, circles of friends, WeChat platforms, etc., all about this calligraphy exhibition. Only one vote can be cast on WeChat, which can ensure the rationality of the vote and prevent some malicious vote-brushers.

As a department of calligraphy, Huang Xu naturally made a wide range of friends. Major societies, college groups and various calligraphy exchange groups have become his channels for canvassing votes.

Fat brother on the side smiled and said, "Brother Xu, this competition is really tailor-made for you. In terms of interpersonal relationships, is there anyone who is better than you in our Academy of Fine Arts?"

Huang Xu took a sip of red wine and looked disdainful, "What's this called? This is also part of his strength."

"Yes, yes, yes, your strength is absolutely nothing to say."

bite!

Huang Xu looked down at the message. Someone in a calligraphy exchange group @ him and clicked to see it.

"Very good, work No. 60, voted."

Huang Xu frowned and typed, "It's No. 16, not No. 60."

Two minutes later, someone immediately replied: "But I think the sixty is better. As he said that, he posted the screenshots to the group."

"Well, who wrote it? Look at the past, how can it be so pleasing to the eye?"

"Yes, it's very meaningful. It looks like a painting. I thought this kind of competition was very low-end, and it looked a bit advanced. I'll go to vote too."

Huang Xu frowned, "Damn it!"

"Brother Xu, what's wrong?"

Huang Xu sighed, "It's nothing, there's just a clown." He swiped his phone and blocked the person who @ him at the beginning. One vote or two votes is not worthy of his pleasing and consolidation. Just do it, if you like to vote or not.

He put his cell phone aside, picked up his glass and drank it.

"By the way, fat man, forward my Weibo post and help me get votes."

"No problem, Brother Xu. You and I don't know anything about it yet. This competition is the first place."

Huang Xu chuckled and said, "Last time in the Cultural Center, a jumping clown won the gold medal. It's really hateful! In this college student competition, there was no one named Wang, so I think who can stop me from winning the first place!"

"Ahem."

Huang Xu looked to the side and saw the fat man drinking red wine all over his body, frowned, "What? Do you have any objections to what I said?"

"Brother Xu, you... look..."

Huang Xu took his cell phone and glanced at him, "Who is this person?"

"You don't know this person. Zhou Qingyu, a big star!" The fat man was a little distracted. "This beautiful woman has a good figure, with a bulge in front and a tilted back, especially her face. Look, she looks like she feels dry mouth."

"You want to chase stars, does it have to do with me?"

"Look at the Weibo post below her, it's just posted it for more than an hour."

Huang Xu took it suspiciously and glanced at it. It looked familiar. This... Isn't this the one in the group just now?

He clicked the picture in disbelief, Zhong Yue?

Why does this name sound familiar?

"Zhong Yue!"

The fat man suddenly remembered, "Who wrote the lacquer book!"

Huang Xu was sweating from behind, so he quickly clicked on Zhou Qingyu’s Weibo avatar, followed by 6 million! I’ll go and start a cheat!

He hurried to Weibo an hour ago.

"I don't know why, seeing this letter reminds me of my youth."

The comments and likes below have exceeded 10,000!

There are still many people who are commenting and forwarding.

"There is such an operation!"

The fat man next to him clicked on the WeChat voting platform.

"Brother Xu..."

"What's wrong?" Huang Xu saw his ugly face.

"Stop looking..."

Huang Xu was a little unwilling to open a voting platform. When he saw the highest number of votes and had been put to the forefront, his hand shook and his phone almost fell to the ground.

"Three...thirty thousand votes...and the second place's three thousand votes must be, this...this is simply not the same heavyweight!"

The power of the Internet is terrifying, but netizens are not blind. If Zhong Yue's work with youth was not resonating with them, so I would follow a public account and click to vote. Such a troublesome thing, even if the stars have a great influence, there would not be so many people who voted.

However, Zhong Yue's "Whose Youth is Flawless" made some netizens recall their youth, and this modern poem by Chief Mu Rong crushed all the entries in artistic conception.

If those are all counted as entries, then Zhong Yue's work is the only one that can be described in art.

"Unfair! This is cheating!"

The fat man glanced at his eyes and whispered: "Brother Xu, why don't we buy tickets too?"

Huang Xu glanced coldly, "Do you think I will lose?"

"That's not what I mean."

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...

Zhong Yue walked into the renovated house and was still very satisfied with the current living environment. He sat in the study in Linshan, and he was just in the shade and didn't have to pull the curtains. He entered the system. He had too many things to do in the past few days and had not calmed down to practice calligraphy. He looked at the taskbar first.

The ink method task and the primary ink ingot production are bound together. Now on holiday, Zhong Yue thought it was necessary to go to the county to find a master who made ink to learn. County Z is the famous Hui ink manufacturing origin, with famous masters from all generations, including Cheng Gongyu, Wu Shoumo, Cheng Zhenglu, Cao Sugong, Wang Jinsheng, Cheng Yiqing, etc.

So there was a jargon that the world's ink industry was in Huizhou.

Zhong Yue glanced at the proficiency of the brushwork of small calligraphy. Forty percent, compared with the previous 30 percent, he made another qualitative leap. Perhaps after mastering all the brushwork of the nine powers of the gods and man, he could achieve great success in his brushwork.

He sat on the green grass and watched the flying ink rhyme.

He has read the pen for dozens of times, and the only one who can understand the mystery is the rule of horizontal scales and vertical lines.

When laymen watch the fun, some people appreciate calligraphy. When they see the rough or crooked strokes on the works, they feel that this person definitely can’t write. In fact, this is not the case. For example, the lacquer books written by Zhong Yue use the side tip to write and the edges of the strokes will naturally have such unevenness.

What is horizontal scale?

The strokes of horizontal strokes cannot be pursued blindly, as they are like fish scales, which seem flat, but are actually uneven. This is the case with the twists and turns of the Tang people. Looking for agility and change in flatness, the fun and mystery of calligraphy is here.

Just like when you look at the calm lake surface, are there whirlpools hidden underneath or fish playing, you can't see it at first glance. You have to look carefully and you will find that, oh, it turns out that it's not so calm that you are lifeless.

What is Verse?

If you write a vertical stroke, you cannot swell directly. You must have a slow and fast, and astringent in fast, like a horse's reins, and tighten it all the time when you are constantly relaxing.

Among the nine gods and man forces seen in the system, on the vast grassland, the ink-like and fast and agile cuttlefish that transformed into black horses crossed back and forth, which is a symbol of the magical brushwork with horizontal scales and vertical lines.

Zhong Yue didn't know whether these exaggerated special effects were true or false, because even when watching the famous works of the Two Kings, there was no such magical brushwork. Perhaps this was just an animation that the system specially simulated and allowed him to experience in order to give him a deeper understanding.

In fact, Zhong Yue has long used the brushwork of horizontal scales and vertical strokes. Zhong Yue learned the essence of Jin Nong's lacquer calligraphy, but he has not experienced it so carefully. Including the previous brush strokes, what Jin Nong taught him was just to write like this, and he did not tell him why he should write like this.

There are some things, why?

Now it can be confirmed from the nine powers of the gods and man.

Why do I write this way? That's because this is the most in line with nature and the law of life.

If calligraphy is just stuck on paper, it would be too superficial. What Zhong Yue is doing now is to gradually advance the artistic conception of calligraphy into life. He still has a long way to go.

The 70% space left by Wen Zhengming just allows him to complete this improvement.

He withdrew from the system and slowly calmed down and realized it.

The phone suddenly rang.

Zhong Yue answered the phone.

"Dazi, what's the matter?"

"Where are you?"

"Home, I have nothing to do, so I went home."

Zhang Da spoke a little excitedly and asked, "I didn't expect you to have such a trick. Brother Yue, you actually know Zhou Qingyu!"

"Who is Zhou Qingyu?"

"Don't pretend to be confused when I understand it. You can consider it yourself."

"ah?"

Zhang Da looked like he would never give up. He was so hard that he was soft, "Brother Yue, I beg you, I'll ask me for a signed photo of her."

Zhong Yue couldn't understand what he was saying at all, "I really don't know you."
Chapter completed!