It is not easy to win the championship in the national competition, but Zhong Yue has this confidence not only because of his trust in his brushwork, but also because of this responsibility. He must shoulder it.

Liu Shao'e, Xi Qichang, Qian Yunyao, Qingteng Calligraphy School, Yun Hui, Huamei Liu Tong, these older generation calligraphers are paving the way and bridge for him. If you still look at the small pattern in front of your study, Zhong Yue would have returned to the foot of Xiaohe Mountain and no longer had to go around. This may be the difference between a bookmaker and a calligrapher.

It was still long in the afternoon, and Zhong Yue left and wandered around the ancient town. The ancient town Changhe, Jiangnan water town, has a slim line of water, and has been built from generation to generation, relying on the river to make a journey. The current style of the ancient town has brought business opportunities and wealth to the people here. The times are developing, and the new and the old are blending and developing here.

The changes in calligraphy are not about superficial, removing the words and brushwork. Are these innovations? It is not about removing all the essence. Where will the skin be attached without hair?

Zhong Yue was walking in the town, with several ducks floating by the bridge in the river. Many families along the coast set up a small coal stove and cooked tea eggs with a stainless steel washbasin. This is the most common and most popular snack.

It is rumored that his ancestor Zhong Yao digged Wei Dan's tomb to get nine brushwork styles, and everything seemed to be reading calligraphy. Zhong Yue is now slowly exploring this path. In terms of brushwork, the nine powers of the gods and the eight methods of Yong's character are much more mysterious than Cai Yong's nine powers, but Zhong Yue is lacking in experience. Compared with his ancestor's grand wise man Zhong Yao, Zhong Yue may have a lot of thoughts in his calligraphy, and it is less than a year. If others know this speed, let alone the evil spirit, no one even believes it.

He walked on the streets of the ancient town and felt the customs and customs of the ancient town.

Travelers are in a hurry, while residents on the other side are leisurely looking at the scenery on the other side.

Come from thousands of miles to see the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you from the other side. Zhong Yue sat on the railing on the shore and looked at the couplets hanging on one side.

When the bamboo is half open, the bamboo joints are flattened, it becomes a simple carrier. Calligraphy, traced back to the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, is all seal script engraved on bronze ritual vessels. Going back further, the stone walls and bamboo slips are all carriers. Such bamboos show more ancient charm, and when applied with varnish, they can survive the wind and rain for a long time.

The couplet engraved on it is neat, but it is a bit dull. However, it is filled with green paint, which looks pleasing to the eye. The pale yellow bamboo that is soaked in water and the green characters make the town more beautiful. Zhong Yue dipped the water in the water bottle in his hand and wrote on the wooden railing: "It's cold at the beginning, and the old bamboo has a new idea. Mr. Banqiao said, it should be like this."

Zhong Yue stood up and continued walking in the garden. Before he could take two steps, an aunt with a red armband sneaked up and looked forward. When she saw the water stains on the railing, she did not pounce on Zhong Yue like a hungry wolf, and said in her mouth, "What a big man..."

Zhong Yue has not had this kind of mood for a long time. After rising and falling in Shanghai for a long time, he is finally not the kind of weather-beaten old man, and he will also be busy for the world. However, Zhang Laifu's words are always kept in mind and don't forget his original intention.

Most travelers who come to the town come to see the name. Some come with their families, some come with their couples, and some are alone, but they eventually seem out of place.

On the stone arch bridge, the original potholes had been stepped flat. It can be seen that the only age is the carved railing on the bridge, which has been polished by wind and frost so that the lines cannot be seen. Zhong Yue looked down at the green floating duck on the river and wrote on the stone railing: "What Mr. Yuanlin said is probably like this, but it is not that level and cannot see the whole picture."

Some people say that the difference between a bookmaker and a calligrapher is that a bookmaker has no culture, while a calligrapher is very talented. Zhong Yue also thought so before, but gradually, he felt something was wrong. It should be that the calligrapher knows how to live, but the bookmaker does not understand. Calligraphy is just his job to make a living, that's all.

The peace of the town makes people feel a warm feeling in the quiet time like early winter.

Zhong Yue is understanding the nature of calligraphy, but some people are studying Zhong Yue.

Gome's itinerary was not as leisurely as Zhong Yue and the others. It took less than an hour to drive from Lin'an City to Shaoxing, but Gome's team arrived the day before. They adapted on the spot, became familiar with the environment, and even led the team's teachers, who had the list of the competition.

In last year's competition, the entire East China competition area was shaved, so it was natural that the rest of the universities did not care about it. However, as a well-known domestic art school and the leader of the South, such results were really embarrassing. This competition was also prepared for a long time and made sufficient preparations.

On the blackboard, a Gome team teacher was analyzing the competition with students.

"In terms of content, according to the practices of previous years, there are no restrictions, so don't make any trouble for me. Just write the content I copied over the past few months. Remember, normal performance is success! The contestants in the East China competition are still mainly from our school, but you must remember that in this national competition, our goal is not to focus on the East China competition!"

The students below were silent. No matter how many calligraphy competitions were, it was useless. This was not a cultural exam, it was all based on their daily skills. How could there be so many fancy things?

The teacher obviously led the team many times and said, "The last competition was because the students from universities in the north were well prepared, and our school did not train much, so we suffered a loss. This time we started preparing in March. I believe that you are already veterans who have experienced many battles, so don't worry about not getting any good rankings."

"Teacher, I want to go to the bathroom."

"Go and go, you're just having a lot of trouble."

More than a dozen people watched the tall and thin Ye Han walk out of the tutoring classroom with his pockets in his eyes, looking amused and crying. This guy is probably not a person who goes to the toilet.

Everyone who knows it is clear. Outside a quiet painting studio in Lanting Academy, Ye Han lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall and sucked slowly. Suddenly, he looked up and saw the painting hanging in front of the corridor. It was the Lanting poetry festival work that Zhong Yue forgot to take away. Unexpectedly, it was actually mounted here.

Ye Han took a sip of cigarettes and spit out the smoke rings, "The fine brushwork is good, but the painting skills are a little monotonous. It seems that there are also powerful figures in this broken school, but this painter looks quite similar to that person..."

The phone rang.

"Ye Han, Teacher Qian said that you have been urinating in the Himalayas."

Ye Han looked at the painting and held a cigarette in his mouth, "I'm talking nonsense and I'm here."

He pressed the cigarette butt on the trash can and threw it into the trash can. "Will he write lacquer books or small regular script this time? I hope he writes small regular script."
Chapter completed!