Zhong Yue refused the invitation from a group of calligraphy professors. If this news spread, it would probably shock Huamei's students. You know, these calligraphy professors rarely take students, and they basically have names in school, and they occasionally come to give some advice and give lectures. If they hadn't learned that Zhong Yue was coming to Huamei, how could they appear in Huamei's campus in one go?

However, Zhong Yue's plan has been determined, and using calligraphy to paint is a very difficult road. On this road, Wen Zhengming and Jin Nong are all giants on this road, so Zhong Yue is also fascinated. When he came into contact with fine brushwork landscape paintings, Zhong Yue had already had some contacts, but at that time the brushwork was not exquisite and the nine powers of the spirit and human beings were not achieved, so it was just the tip of the iceberg.

The phone rang.

Another strange number, Zhong Yue answered the phone.

"Hello, who?"

"Cao Danqing, come and visit."

Zhong Yue was stunned and looked out the window. He was blocked by the rockery and said, "Are you outside the study?"

"I followed you by the subway, what do you think?"

"..." Someone was following! Zhong Yue was a little flattered and walked downstairs.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw an old man wearing a Chinese cardigan with a pair of fat-legged pants underneath, carrying a bag of oranges.

“You are…”

"I said that, I am Cao Danqing."

"What are you here for?"

Cao Danqing glanced at him, "I bought some oranges and came here, so let me stand outside?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Then everyone can come in with oranges, right?"

"That's right. There are probably not many hundreds of people in Shanghai who can afford it. Even if you are rich, you can't get it. I'm just a painter."

Zhong Yue recalled in his mind, it seemed that there was no such figure as Cao Danqing in the Chinese painting world in Shanghai.

"Please. Is the old man an oil painter?"

"That's right, I'm in my profession and still paint oil paintings? This study is really good. I came here when I first made a club. A study like this in Shanghai has been demolished for a long time. If there is one, it has become a scenic spot and it cannot be lived in." The old man said he was sending oranges over, but before he could reach the hall, he had already peeled oranges himself halfway.

"Hey, don't you?"

Zhong Yue took half of the orange and said, "Then are you a Chinese painting and teaching in Huamei?"

"I'm retired, come to school today."

Zhong Yue said, "Then you followed me? This... I didn't do anything bad, right?"

Cao Danqing shook his head and said, "No. I saw you in Kaihongxuan a few days ago, looked at you, and then followed him. Are you the only one living here?"

"yes."

Cao Danqing sat in the pavilion and said, "I won't go in. It's a good place here. It's a bit more luxurious to live alone in such a big place."

"See quiet."

"You come to Huamei, come to learn calligraphy? No need to go, you can't learn anything."

Zhong Yue brought a cup of tea, placed it in front of Cao Danqing, and said, "If you don't know, you would think Mr. Cao, you are from other schools."

"I'm for your own good."

"I'm here to learn Chinese painting."

Cao Danqing ate oranges and said, "Chinese painting? Do you want to draw Chinese painting?"

"Yes, a little bit of a fine brushwork."

"It just so happens that you have pigments or something here. I'll show you my skills. If it still looks a little bit, I'll just teach you."

Zhong Yue said: "You are retired..."

"What's wrong with retirement? Retirement is at its peak. If you don't retire, you will eat the country's white grain, which I can't stand."

"Then are you still working in the school?"

Cao Danqing said: "Just occasionally go over and check and communicate. After all, I am old now and it is a hard work to take students. We are craftsmen, and we are not able to speak with our mouths. Sometimes we sit in the studio and we can't bear it if we paint for a long time."

"There is no pigment here, but there is ink." Zhong Yue put his suitcase in a while, then pulled out a piece of rice paper from the leather box and walked to Gengyunxuan.

After a while, he walked out again and said, "There is something here, so it saves me any more trouble."

Cao Danqing threw away the orange peel and smiled and said, "It seems that you just came here too?"

"Yes, I just moved here."

"Wow, rich kids."

"No money, no money..." Zhong Yue said. He had more than 100,000 yuan on hand, and he could live a life of more than 100,000 yuan, but to say he was rich? In Shanghai, I guess he couldn't even afford a bathroom.

"If your study is auctioned, it will probably be 200 million."

"Ahem, it's so expensive!" Zhong Yue almost choked his throat with a sip of water.

Cao Danqing said freely: "Or what do you think? How did you get it? I remember that the club was closed and then it seemed to have changed hands. If it was inconvenient to say it, I wouldn't ask."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "It's better to have less trouble than more things." He picked up a small hair and happened to have some questions to ask for advice and was ready to write. Cao Danqing was stunned and asked, "Don't you draw a base picture?"

"Isn't this going to fight?"

"Use a brush to base the picture?"

When Zhong Yue saw Cao Danqing's shocked look, he said, "What about that?"

The oranges were scattered all over the ground, "I've taken it with you, your disciple!"

...

...

In the principal's room, more than a dozen old professors were crowded together, and Kang Min was a little amused and laughed.

"Principal, Zhong Yue is from the calligraphy department."

"Why? People choose their own Chinese painting major. What are your calligraphy worries about?" Several gorgeous Chinese painting professors originally wanted to see this genius, but they are good at calligraphy. However, they are good at calligraphy. However, Zhong Yue actually signed up for the Chinese painting class because of the news. These are so lively.

A tug-of-war for students has begun.

"We have to be responsible for the students. Zhong Yue has no foundation in painting, so going to the Chinese painting class does not mean a waste of talent. Principal Kang, we have to study and consider such a good seedling. Leave it to me, I, Ma, promise that in five years, in just five years, Zhong Yue will definitely be the leader of the Chinese calligraphy world in the future."

"Come on, Ma Dayou. Why are you a fool who is engaged in seal carving?"

Professor Ma frowned and said, "What do you know? Zhong Yue's strength is enough to engage in seal science."

"Learn well by posting."

"The study of steles is the king!"

Kang Min stood up, "Everyone, be quiet. I understand that everyone is eager to love. I was transferred from Hui general Zhong Yue with this mentality. Everyone also understands that such a genius is already a little talented. If everyone promotes the fire like this, it will be easy to break. I asked Zhong Yue what he meant, so I respected his choice and transferred to the Chinese painting major."

"snort!"

The professors from the Chinese painting department on one side all smiled proudly.

If you fight, then you fight again. People will be ours long ago.

Several old professors in the calligraphy department looked discouraged, looked at the "mortal enemies" who were so proud, and said, "There are only one person, so many of you are not enough for you to share!"

After saying this, several old men from the Chinese painting department who were originally happy were stunned.

When Kang Min saw several old professors of the Chinese painting department who were about to "fight" again, she looked at the phone call from the table and said hurriedly: "Don't worry, everyone, Zhong Yue is calling."

"Come on now! Is this kid supposed to make an idea? I said, it must be a typo!"

"Yes, yes, it must be a mistake."

The person from the Chinese Painting Department smiled and said, "I'm thinking too much."

"Hey, Zhong Yue... well, okay, that's it... OK, I understand."

Professor Liu stood up anxiously, "How is it? What did he say?"

"He chose the Chinese Painting Department."

"Ha ha."

"Haha, Lao Liu, let's give up now."

Kang Min looked at Professor Hong, who was smiling happily, and said with some distress: "He chose Professor Cao from the Department of Chinese Painting as his tutor and is now communicating with Professor Cao."

The conference room was silent...
Chapter completed!