Zhong Yue could imagine what the calligraphy classroom would be like today, not to mention the burst of people. At least there must be many people looking at them in the past. After all, the classroom is open to all students.

Nowadays, when communication tools are developed, it is no longer a hundred or so. When it is posted in a common circle on the Internet, everyone knows it. Zhong Yue doesn’t want to be regarded as a giant panda and be watched.

As a target of public criticism, Zhong Yue would naturally not be so stupid as to be waiting for someone to go on a rabbit. After washing up early, he got into the car and rushed to the Youth Palace. Today is Saturday, and it is estimated that there are so many people in the Youth Palace that Zhong Yue has no choice. Who said that he is already the "old left-handed man" among the teenagers?

If you go to the calligraphy classroom again, you may encounter a group of naughty children, holding a brush and dipped ink. Then the teacher in front of you is not careful, and then there will be a chaotic scene, which will be a headache.

He had thought about it and went to Dexuanzhai, but after thinking about it, he still gave up his thoughts. After all, Pang Li opened the door to do business and he occupied the study to practice calligraphy. What's the point? After thinking about it, he still walked into the Science and Education Center of the Youth Palace.

"Hello, Teacher Liu from the Calligraphy Association and Teacher Hong from the Academy of Fine Arts are teaching in two calligraphy classrooms. Which one do you want to listen to?" Since Zhong Yue came yesterday, he was as old as him and had a student card. This is the first time I saw him at the front desk, especially the card had a terrifying balance of 30,000 yuan!

"Oh, that's it, is there any practice room for calligraphy here?"

The front desk clerk was stunned again, "Don't you want to listen to two calligraphy teachers' lectures? At such an old age, it is difficult to make progress if you go to self-study. Listening to those teachers' methods will make you progress very quickly. The courses are not expensive, 21 hours."

Two hundred and one hour, this money is really easy to make...

"No need, I want to practice alone."

The young woman smiled slightly, "No need to be embarrassed. Although the people who learn calligraphy are all younger brothers and younger sisters, some junior high school students come to study."

The smile on Zhong Yue's face can no longer be static. What does this mean? Do you think I am old?

"I still want a quiet classroom, if not, I'll leave."

"Yes, it's on the fourth floor. However, the study room also costs 12 yuan per hour."

Zhong Yue handed over the student card and prepared to take out the money from his schoolbag.

"What are you doing?"

"Pay."

The woman smiled slightly, "There is a balance in this student card, so there is no need to pay cash, and we don't receive cash here."

"Oh." Zhong Yue didn't think much about it. He probably recharged the money when he was making the student card. He walked into the elevator and arrived at the fourth floor. At nearly 7:30, there were already many little kids in the Children's Palace carrying a bag and walking into various classrooms.

These children in the city have participated in various tutoring classes and talent classes since childhood. Their childhood was spent in school and youth palaces. Unlike Zhong Yue, who ran around the mountains and fields when he was a child, went up the mountains to pick walnuts and smeared loaches. Then he thought about it, he was simply a generation of bully in Daping Township.

Zhong Yue came to his senses and walked into the self-study classroom inside. Obviously, people don’t often come here, but there is no dust accumulated on the table, so people should be cleaning it frequently.

Zhong Yue took a piece of felt stacked together, adjusted the ink, spread the rice paper on the table, then closed his eyes, lay on the table, and entered the system...

Wen Zhengming in the evening pavilion sat upright.

"Good morning sir."

Wen Zhengming opened his eyes and said slowly: "No, today we will test your cultivation and knowledge. Come and tell us about the "Zuo Zhuan""

"Drip! That sir, the system is out of power."

"ah?"

Zhong Yue quit the system in a hurry. I went, I almost exposed it...

Zhong Yue stood up straight, it seemed that today's copying was about to be ruined.

"I wonder if NPC's daily memories will be stored?"

"The host can choose to clear the cache on the day by itself, so that the NPC can eliminate the memory of the day."

Zhong Yue's eyes lit up. Is it so happy?

"Clear and clear!"

"Drip, cleared."

Zhong Yue breathed a sigh of relief and entered the system again. This time, Wen Zhengming did not ask Zhong Yue to explain "Zuo Zhuan", but directly taught him the brushwork of small calligraphy. It turned out that he could still play like this. If he had known, he would have directly cleared and refreshed it. Maybe Wen Zhengming would not even let Zhong Yue write the article.

Now this system has been developed and improved by Zhong Yue. Some hidden functions have been perfectly utilized by him. The game experience is perfect. If you are always criticized by NPCs, then this system can still be played.

After an hour of observation, Zhong Yue had a deeper understanding of Wen's small calligraphy. After exiting the brushwork system, he struck while the iron was hot and took the pen to copy the "Lingfei Jing".

Although "Lingfei Jing" was written by the Tang Dynasty, this was deliberately instructed by Wen Zhengming. It would be very difficult to start directly with his copybook. Starting from the strict rules and smooth brushwork, even if you cannot achieve a 50% twists and turns, you can at least write small regular script in a very good manner.

It’s like carving a piece of uncensored jade, first carving out a rough outline, and then carefully crafting it, so that it can be perfect. On the contrary, if there is no rough shape at first, but it is carefully crafted in the details, the work presented will lose its size due to small things.

When Zhong Yue was halfway through copying, he suddenly stopped writing.

The melodious sound of the piano came from behind his ears. It was not the crispness of the piano, nor the sudden sharpness of the violin, but the melodious aftertaste and lingering sounds. He turned his head and looked at a corner of the classroom, in the window, the girl in a white T-shirt was playing the piano softly.

Although she did not look directly at those eyes, Zhong Yue could vaguely feel the feeling of loneliness in the graceful sound of the piano, as if there was only the simple piano in her eyes between heaven and earth.

Zhong Yue turned around and continued to copy the "Lingfei Jing". The quiet people who write books pursue are not the quietness that is absolutely soundless, but the tranquility of the soul. If you ask Zhong Yue to go to the vegetable market, listen to the aunt bargaining, or practice writing under the square dancing music that moves and plays in the square, it will definitely make you crazy. However, with such piano sounds, it will add a hint of fun to write.

Zhong Yue remembers that when he was a child, his father, who had finished farm work, would turn on the radio and put Teresa Teng's tape into it, and listen to the soft singing while wiping ink and practicing calligraphy. This might be a kind of enjoyment of body and mind.

Zhong Yue came back to his senses, focused his attention, and continued to copy.

The two of them were separated by half of the study room, and were intoxicated by what they were doing, forming a tacit understanding that was vague.

The sound of the piano was ethereal, and the woman looked out the window with beautiful eyes. The setting sun shone on her body, like an angel, and her skin was really too white.

Zhong Yue scratched his head with the pen holder.

Isn't it hot under the sun?

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