After August, the summer vacation is coming to an end. Especially Sasha, who has been in Shanghai for more than a month, has also visited many places, science and technology museums, zoos, amusement parks, etc., and almost Zhong Yue or Huang Youwei and Gu Qin, who can play with her, have also been calm and sent back to Ganzhou to go to school.

Qin Bin can't handle it in a short time. This can be achieved by Zhong Yue's use of ink to relax the muscles and bones little by little, because from a medical point of view, there is no bone damage throughout the body, so it can only be suppressed by some nerves or other problems.

After several days of resting in his study, Zhong Yue was about to set off for Huizhou. The biggest news in the literary and artistic circle was that Zhong Yue made a comeback and took over as the president of the East China Youth Artists Alliance. This news surprised many older generation artists who had not participated in the Xiling Summit, and even caused a lot of shock in Beijing.

However, Zhong Yue's achievements in calligraphy and painting art are no less than those of the front-line calligraphy and painting masters in China today. The works of this personal calligraphy and painting exhibition have been reprinted online, and it has transformed Zhong Yue's status after his comeback from a genius boy to a master's return.

Due to the change in Russell's position, Zhong Yue was originally planning to go back to Huizhou to discuss and discuss in detail with Teacher Luo.

After more than an hour's flight, it soon arrived in Huizhou. Zhong Yue saw Huang Mingchuan and other directors of the Huizhou Calligraphy Association and Painting Association waiting here, so he walked up and said, "How dare you bother everyone to come and pick you up?"

"Zhong Yue, you are not the first young man who was just starting out. Now you are among the top masters in China. Our Huizhou Calligraphy and Painting Association has to support you."

"How dare? This front-line master came for no reason."

Huang Mingchuan stood with a cane, looking at Zhong Yue, who was in full swing, surrounded by a group of colleagues in calligraphy and painting, walking outside the airport. He was also filled with emotion and murmured: "Sister Liu, did you see it?" As he spoke, he burst into tears and took out a scarf to wipe his eyes.

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Hui University Work Office

"Teacher Luo, I have explained it many times. Your teaching position has expired and is already at retirement age."

"Well, I'm just curious. Before, Mr. Luo was about to retire, but the school refused to let go. Now he has completed all the procedures for me quietly. Even the salary and previous benefits have been settled. Such a quick efficiency is a bit different from those people's style of doing things."

"Don't be suspicious. From next month, you will be a retired teacher. Go and enjoy your generous retirement salary."

"Ha, I have traveled all over the country and enjoyed it for most of my life. I am not like you, but I just want to live the life I want when I get old and leave."

The middle-aged woman sitting in the Finance Office shook her head and smiled, "This Lao Luo..."

Russell was walking on the road to Huida University, looking at the birch trees, and suddenly retiring, which caught him off guard. He had no children and even had his wife. He had had countless love affairs when he was young, but when he was old, he could not find someone who could look down on him. When he devoted his whole life to this school, he was not favored by his leaders.

"This life has passed like this..."

Russell stood in front of the big lawn, watching the bells of one teaching building fall, and the students who were slowly pouring out were sitting on the steps of the library for a long time. It was not until half an hour later that he slowly left after class and entered the classroom in class that he stood up and returned to the office that did not belong to him.

"Teacher Luo, I heard you are retired?"

"Yeah, I'm finally retired."

"Congratulations, I can finally live my life."

Russell chuckled, "I'm so old to raise." His desk was very clean, because he could not come here, so he sorted out the few things in the storage box and put them in, and then left on his own, but instead of going home, he went to the nearest classroom where he stayed.

There seem to be a lot of people practicing calligraphy today, which is somewhat beyond Russell's expectations.

"What's going on?"

"The pen must be flat, like a cone drawing sand; the pen must be round, like a folded hairpin, like the softness of gold; the pen must be left, like a leaking mark on the roof; the pen must be heavy, like a falling stone from a mountain. These are the four elements of pen use summarized by Mr. Huang Binhong, a modern master. You can practice it yourself under the demonstration I just made."

"Senior, can you leave a contact information?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "You can follow my Weibo."

“Are there any other contact information?”

Zhong Yue looked at the smiling girl and shook his head and said, "Sorry, there is no such thing for the time being."

"Do you learn calligraphy for fun or to learn it for the sake of finding a boyfriend or girlfriend?"

Russell's questioning immediately calmed down the calligraphy classroom with a cheerful atmosphere. Zhong Yue turned around and saw that the old stubborn man was still stubborn. He smiled, "Everyone contact us. Teacher Luo, it's been a long time since we saw him."

"Well, I'll come here to pack up and prepare to go home."

"Teacher Luo, I have something to discuss with you."

"I'm no longer a teacher, I'm retired, so there's nothing to discuss. What are you doing when you come back? Get your graduation certificate?"

Zhong Yue said: "I finally let you retire normally, and I want to find you to work hard, so why is there nothing to discuss?"

Russell was invited by Zhong Yue to walk out of the classroom, standing in the corridor, looking at Zhong Yue in confusion, "Did you let me retire?"

"Yes. Haven't you always told you about the East China Youth Artists Alliance before? You said that although you are interested, you still have to teach in school and can't leave. Now the school lets you go, so you always have time to condescend to help me, right?"

"You...you are so amazing to remove the firewood from the cauldron."

Zhong Yue said: "Teacher Luo, don't say that. Since it is not satisfactory, why waste time and do something you like to do? Isn't that good?"

"Of course," said Russell, "but I, a teacher who has taught literature all my life, evaluates those professional calligraphers and painters. Is it a bit too much for me to be too concerned?"

Zhong Yue shook his head and said, "This is what I want."

"good."

When Zhong Yue saw the gray-haired Russell, he was also a little awe. Such persistent people exist, and those things that need protection and worthy of inheritance can be passed down continuously.

"Zhong Yue."

"You are..." Looking at the middle-aged man in a suit and wearing a pair of frameless glasses, Zhong Yue couldn't remember such an existence in his impression, but he seemed to have seen it.

Russell raised his eyebrows and smiled and said, "Principal." He has never been in contact with this newly appointed principal, Xiao Kun, several times, but he heard that the reputation is pretty good, and he doesn't know if it is true or false.

"Oh, yes, it's the principal."

"This Celebrity Lecture Hall is regarded as the opening ceremony for your successor to the president of the East China Youth Calligraphers and Painters Alliance. I think contemporary youth need to hear the voices made by young people!"

Zhong Yue seemed very calm and said in an equal manner: "Young people are actually happening all the time, but you just can't hear it."
Chapter completed!