Under Xiaoshan, Qiu Wenzhen is a abandoned person, but Zhong Yue is not.

He still has a lot to do, and it is impossible for him to temper his edges and corners here.

On the small Red Star stove, there are a few sweet potatoes simmered, with pointed ends and long and narrow middle. Such sweet potatoes are the most suitable for simmering. The round and large ones, the sweetest part in the center, is always uncooked. Qiu Wenzhen sealed the small stove and saw Zhong Yue walking in from the snow, a touch flashed in his eyes.

That perseverance is like him decades ago. It was like this in the middle of winter, when he came back from the mountains to chop bamboo, his hands were red when he was cold. He didn't feel it when he cut it. When he returned to the house, his hands had numbly lost consciousness. At that time, Qiu Wenzhen never complained about fate, but was full of passion.

It's so good to be young.

Zhong Yue slapped the floating snow off his body.

It was snowing in Lin'an. The first snow fell heavily and it was very beautiful.

"Master, I have to go back." He leaned against the door with some of the New Year's goods he bought, "You can accept these things."

Qiu Wenzhen didn't see what Zhong Yue bought, but waved to him and asked Zhong Yue to sit down.

"You and I don't have much time together, and what I teach you is just some superficial things. Next year, when everything is settled, you come over. I will teach you well. Now your heart is no longer here, let's go back."

Zhong Yue stood up, bowed to Qiu Wenzhen, and said, "Master, then I'll leave first."

Qiu Wenzhen nodded, "Wait, take it."

Zhong Yue took the already simmered sweet potato.

"It's cold and hot outside." Qiu Wenzhen said, "A stupid person like me has been taken to start a master for three years. You have only been learning from me for more than ten days. But do you understand?"

"knew."

Zhong Yue walked out of the iron courtyard gate.

It is a lifelong thing to make seals, and he still has more important things to complete now.

Half a month ago, the pen-study was sensationalized by the entire calligraphy world. However, as Zhong Yue hid his low-key concealment, he gradually faded out of people's vision. Public opinion would pass one by one through the public's eyes. If you really take yourself too seriously, you will fall into the entanglement between fire and fire.

Getting off the taxi, Zhong Yue held an umbrella and looked at the National Academy of Fine Arts, a higher education institution at the foot of the South Mountain.

Gome, covered with heavy snow, is covered with silver and blends with the world.

"Old Zhao, I'm here."

"Okay, wait, I'll send someone to pick you up."

Today, Zhong Yue was wearing a long gown, like a master from the Republic of China, waiting for a scene and object on campus. This is a key battle for the establishment of the East China Calligraphy and Painting Alliance! In this battle, without an opponent, Zhong Yue’s biggest enemy is himself.

"Zhong Yue, there are hundreds of people in the lecture hall, waiting for you to come. If you don't call me, I'm almost in a hurry." Zhao Yongsheng saw Zhong Yue in a long gown with a little surprised, "The outfits are different, it seems that he has made enough preparations."

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "I'm here today, not to accept new things, but to have a heart-to-heart talk."

Zhao Yongsheng patted Zhong Yue on the shoulder intentionally, "Attack the heart first, haha..."

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There were only half of the people sitting in the No. 3 lecture hall, but for Zhong Yue, it would be better to have hundreds of people coming to listen to his nagging than to have thousands of people. The East China Calligraphy and Painting Alliance is not a profitable organization, so it is naturally impossible to support such a huge system as thousands of people.

Zhong Yue walked onto the stage with a leather box, looking at the hundreds of people below the stage, looking at him with different eyes, and was filled with emotion. He stood up today, and I wonder if the so-called East China Calligraphy and Painting Alliance can stand up in the future?

Are there any classes below to join in the fun, and some are interested in the East China Youth Calligraphy and Painting Alliance that Zhong Yue had previously proposed. All kinds of people and makeup came with different purposes.

"Is the school crazy? Is it so shameless to ask a student from another school to come over to give a speech..."

"This matter was made by Professor Zhao. I heard it was to form an East China Youth Calligraphy and Painting Alliance."

"Start an alliance? Do you really think you are the savior? Is it the Avengers? Haha..."

Someone below smiled teasingly. However, from Zhong Yue's perspective, whether it is a laugh or a gratifying smile, he stood in this position, and laughed and scolded by others, and knew it was me.

Zhao Yongsheng's status in Gome cannot be underestimated. If Zhao, the South, North and Jiang had such artistic reputation, if he had not refused himself, the position of Gome Principal would have long been worthy of his reputation.

"Students, be quiet. Next, I will announce an exciting news. At the College Student Book France Competition that ended half a month ago, our school's two classmates Ding Kangjian and Zhang Bin won the first and second prizes in the East China competition area. Among them, the works Ding Kangjian gave were also won the third prize in the national competition area. Let us congratulate them with warm applause."

There were sparse applause below.

"Are people in the calligraphy department so declining every year? They are just one who won the third prize in the national competition."

"I'm used to it. Calligraphy, all the awesome people are in the north. Our Gome has always been like this."

Several people sitting in a corner smiled and said, "If Professor Zhao hadn't insisted on it, this major would have been cancelled long ago. The employment rate is so poor and there are few students, which is really useless."

"Yes, the entire calligraphy industry is in a bad mood now. Hello, isn't that kid Zhong Buqi? What did he do when he came to Gome?"

"I heard from some people who know the inside story that Professor Zhao invited him over, as if to form an East China Youth Calligraphy and Painting Alliance."

"Haha, East China Youth Calligraphy and Painting Alliance? I peed with a smile..."

There are many people who sing bad calligraphy, and there is never a shortage of inferior people. Zhong Yue wore this customized long gown and stood here today. He deserved the paving and support of his ancestors' calligraphy, and his backbone was straight!

The difficulty and obstruction of calligraphy is his personal honor and disgrace, but the rise and fall of calligraphy is no longer his own business, but the survival of the entire Chinese national treasure!

At the end of the award ceremony, Zhao Yongsheng looked at Zhong Yue who was standing with his hands behind his back, and raised his head and said, "This national competition, there are many heroes gathering, and many calligraphy elites have emerged. In our East China competition area, in previous competitions, we have never been able to win the top spot in the national competition. However, this time, this era of zero has been ended! This is the progress of the East China calligraphy world, and it is also the rise of the young generation! Next, we invite the contestants who won the national competition this time, and the calligrapher of "Yellow Wine Post", and Zhong Yue, to share his creative experience with you!"
Chapter completed!