Boeing 737 First Class

In Shanghai, there are dozens of flights to Tokyo every day, some are direct, some are transited by Seoul and Hong Kong Island. This time it is a direct flight to Narita Airport - a large airport with the second largest throughput of all-day aviation in Chiba Prefecture, dozens of kilometers away from Tokyo.

The space in the first class cabin is relatively large. Although the young people are sitting in pairs, they are all looking at the books in their hands.

Slap.

A middle-aged man stood up and said, "Listen to me, we will arrive in Japan in one hour, so I would like to explain the details I have emphasized before."

"Zhong Yue, as a substitute, listen to it too."

Zhong Yue took off his earplugs and looked up at Kui Zhengdong, the leader of the Chinese team leader of the Three Kingdoms Youth Calligraphy Exchange Conference.

"I can't even write, so why should I be a substitute?"

Although the four of them were contestants in the Chinese calligraphy group sent this time, the same problem in the entire team was still serious - "aging" was serious. There were seven tutors in the seventies and eighties, and three middle-aged counselors. In addition, the vice president of the Calligraphy Association led the team, it was not like a youth calligraphy exchange meeting.

Zhong Yue didn't look behind him. This time it was his own fault. Because of Huang Youwei's affairs, Zhong Yue had no intention of attending this exchange meeting. After all, he could not do the selfless feeling of sacrificing his family for everyone. However, Huang Youwei was in Tokyo, which made Zhong Yue a little depressed. It would be difficult to find someone in the vast crowd abroad without any means or with the help of some media. So Zhong Yue thought about it and took advantage of the platform of this exchange meeting to find Huang Youwei's whereabouts.

However, due to previous refusal, the original list of candidates for the competition was eliminated. The young man who was in the limelight recently was replaced by Jida calligraphy student. Zhao Liqiu, who was also a gold medalist, also has the grandson of the Central Mei calligraphy department, Qi Gongli, the master of modern calligraphy master Qi Changbing, and Tan Yongzhi, the Northwest talent who was rated as the most classical Chinese beauty.

As for Zhong Yue, he became the substitute player who was supporting him...

Kui Zhengdong raised his eyebrows, and the pen in his hand slid up and down, "Although calligraphy was passed down from us to Korea and Japan, Japanese and Korean calligraphy has been developing over the past few hundred years, especially Japanese calligraphy..."

"Zhengdong, you're making a big deal. As far as I know, both Japanese and Korean calligraphy still use our Chinese characters as the mother book. Our calligraphy has a long history, and in terms of rules and brushwork, it's much higher than them. In terms of calligraphy, we are their ancestors! Just like table tennis, this domestic competition is more cruel than international competitions, right? Haha..."

Several old calligraphers from the calligraphy association laughed.

"Yes, this is not a piece of cake. This time I chose the best in calligraphy, and in the past Is completely crushing everything."

"I think so. This time I've been here to travel. My old woman kept muttering in my ears and asked me to bring a few toilet seats back."

"Hey, it's just right. I have to buy a rice cooker, Lao Cao, let's go together, haha."

The cabin turned into an elderly chat room. Since the entire first class cabin was booked, the flight attendant next to him did not come to remind him.

Kui Zhengdong frowned. These young people could still be locked up, but these seven old people gave him the most headache. He couldn't beat him, and he couldn't say anything. As soon as he spoke, the older generation who relied on his seniority started their own preaching mode. He had refuted him several times along the way, which made Kui Zhengdong crazy.

The Calligraphers Association is different from ordinary institutions. It has a loose organization and every member has made some achievements in the calligraphy world. Not only have he worked for many years, but he also has award-winning works. Joining the Association is just an honor or a title, and it is not a member of the association. Therefore, the older generation who won by qualifications are not afraid of the identity of Vice President Kui Zhengdong.

"Although Japanese calligraphy has been passed down from China, it has been a natural lineage after thousands of years of evolution and development, and it has its own characteristics, so it is better not to underestimate the enemy." Kui Zhengdong glanced at several arrogant old men and continued: "This time, in order to have a good participation status, after our plane arrived, we had a week of free activities and adjustment time, and everyone could shop and visit scenic spots. You are all in their twenties. I don't need to emphasize safety awareness, but one thing is that you must concentrate on calligraphy training for two hours every day. Of course, except Zhong Yue."

Although Kui Zhengdong attaches great importance to leading the team this time, in comparison, this substitute who was temporarily inserted through relationships obviously has no need for this.

Zhong Yue continued to doze off without caring much.

He only needs such a ride to make it easier. In foreign countries, he really needs a little bit of such an academic exchange identity, otherwise he would go to find someone alone, which is like looking for a needle in a haystack, and it is not a survey of missing persons, so the police should not mention it.

"You don't seem to care what they think of you?"

Zhong Yue turned his head and looked at the only female college student in the cabin, "Because I am a substitute."

He said softly, and the meaning in his words seemed to be a substitute, so he should have the awareness of substitute.

"It's not like this at all." Tan Yongzhi said softly.

Zhong Yue was stunned when he was about to bring his earplugs and slept for another half an hour. The distance in the first class cabin was a little far away. He held his elbow on the handrail and leaned slightly, "What did you say?"

"They don't understand Japanese calligraphy, they are not what they think they think."

Zhong Yue looked at Tan Yongzhi's serious face. This girl did have a classical intellectual beauty. With her round black-framed glasses, she gave people a very quiet feeling.

Seeing that Zhong Yue had no intention of speaking, Tan Yongzhi wanted to purse her own voice, so she said: "In Japan, what we are talking about now is that their calligraphy is roughly divided into three parts: writing and calligraphy education, calligraphy art creation, and calligraphy theory research. This is different from our major. We learn everything in our calligraphy department and have no emphasis at all."

"You have a lot of ideas."

"I think the views you said on Weibo and the organization of the alliance are very forward-looking, so what I told you is indeed to cultivate a base issue. Japanese calligraphy has long been integrated into public life. Although there is no clear number, it is at least 20 to 30 million. In other words, there is one out of every five or six people who practice calligraphy, and our population is more than ten times that of theirs, but calligraphy enthusiasts are very close to them. This problem is very serious."

The voices of the two of them communicating very lightly, and in the first class cabin, there was already a large space. Then because the entire cabin was packaged, everyone sat scattered. If the old men who were eating melon seeds and drinking tea in the back, they would definitely disagree with the two young people who were just starting out talking about the inheritance of calligraphy. They said, "Are you qualified to talk?"

"I think you're right. Japanese calligraphy does have something worth learning from."

Tam Yongzhi held her glasses and whispered: "Tell me about those old seniors. They have never been abroad and do not understand Japanese calligraphy, and the same is true for Korean calligraphy. They will listen to you."

"Why do you think they will listen to me?" Zhong Yue asked back with some amusement.

"You are not a clock."

Zhong Yue sat upright and sighed, "It's better to be good. I think that's playing the piano against the cow."

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