Zhong Yue returned to his hometown.

The night rain comes in a hurry.

The heavy rain caught him off guard.

He refused Mr. Huang's invitation and politely declined Gu Qin's invitation. Zhong Yue took the bus home.

Unexpectedly, such a behavior that does not charm the "powerful" will be "striked by lightning".

When Zhong Yue returned home, he was soaked like a chicken falling from the ground. On the stone road, the squeaking footsteps were very slow. He was too lazy to run two more steps, but he was so wet anyway, so he would be running again.

After entering the room, I took a hot bath and changed into a dry dress. After passing through the floor-to-ceiling window, the rain was still falling. Zhong Yue wiped his hair and cooked some brown sugar ginger tea in the small milk pot on the cassette.

The Xiaohe Mountain outside the window is raining and foggy.

It was dark late in summer. It was already six o'clock and it was still bright, especially after the dark clouds disappeared, and it became even brighter. Zhong Yue poured ginger tea into the teacup.

I picked up the phone beside me and wiped the water stains on it.

Sometimes, the Internet is really a good thing. It can bring together irrelevant people through a vague network. Some people hate you, some people like you, and some people don’t hate you or like you, just like a passerby on the bus, looking at you.

Zhong Buqi's Weibo made him feel that besides practicing calligraphy, there were other things he could do.

In the private message, put aside those insults, Zhong Yue always picks some of the remaining questions and responds. Since You Ming’s bad deeds were exposed, there have been fewer such insults, but there are always people who say a few words, "What are you pretending to be a slap, is it amazing to write out the words?"

It's amazing, but unfortunately you don't.

"Master Zhong, your works make me look very warm."

Zhong Yue understood that she was referring to the landscape painting with Xiaohe Mountain as the theme. On the Internet, some people knew that Zhong Yue was a young calligrapher and painter, while others did not know that she was an old man in the world, and directly called Master Zhong.

"Thanks."

After picking a few replies, Zhong Yue suddenly found a new private message.

"Today's Lingfei has achieved the charm of Zhong Shaojing."

Zhong Yue took a sip of ginger tea and replied: "Whether Lingfei Jing was written by Zhong Shaojing is still to be discussed."

When Zhong Yue copied the Lingfei Jing, Wen Zhengming told him that the Lingfei Jing was written by the Tang people, but who it was impossible to verify. The small regular script of the Lingfei Jing is much stronger than the font of Zhong Shaojing, so this statement is difficult to stand firm. Generally, the copybooks are published in "Tangren Lingfei Jing" rather than "Zhong Shaojing Lingfei Jing".

Before Zhong Yue closed the private message, it was displayed as read.

The blogger named the mediocre person in the world sent another sentence, "Master Zhong is rigorous in his academic research, and I admire him." Finally, he added two thumbs.

Zhong Yue was amused and almost sprayed with a mouthful of ginger tea, replying: "Since you know the Lingfei Sutra in the afternoon, you should be on the scene, and you also know that I am only twenty-one years old, Master Zhong is worthy of it."

A few minutes later, the man replied: "Age does not mean anything. Your strength should be awarded the title of master."

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. If you praise yourself like this, Zhong Yue felt that this person must have something else to ask for, so he replied: "If you have something, just talk straight to the point."

"Mr. Zhong is indeed keen to think. You will know the matter soon."

Zhong Yue put down his phone and added some cooked ginger tea to the teacup. "What the hell is it mysterious?"

As the sky gradually darkened, Zhong Yue entered the brushwork system and began to observe the nine powers of the gods and man.

At the same time, an uninvited guest came to the newspaper of Huizhou Evening News in the city.

"What? Are you saying you want to buy the headlines for tonight?"

“Yes, the content is here.”

The president held his glasses and said, "Our newspaper will not answer any advertisements that are not realistic."

“This is not an advertisement, it is a fact.”

The gray-haired president said seriously: "I don't understand calligraphy, but please don't insult my IQ."

"If you don't understand calligraphy, then I and you will understand the current situation of calligraphy."

The words "Your Excellency" made the president of the newspaper a little flattered.

"Pour...a cup of tea for this gentleman."

The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa took off his hat and placed it on the coffee table. "Now, the calligraphy world has eliminated the tiny schools, which are roughly divided into three categories: traditional schools, modern schools and postmodern schools. Calligraphers of modern schools advocate abandoning the distinction between calligraphy and painting."

"That's all the messy calligraphy?" Although the president doesn't understand calligraphy, he has never eaten pork and hasn't seen pigs run away?

The middle-aged man nodded, "These are all thanks to your media."

"It's not our newspaper business."

"Listen to me. Some foreign calligraphers in Osaka are pioneers of modern genres. They advocate writing calligraphy. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Just scribble and scribble."

"You are right to say that, if you are not afraid of being beaten to death."

The president took a sip of water from the coffee table and quickly closed his mouth.

"In their view, the external appearance of calligraphy art, such as the form, structure, lines, etc."

"What about that?"

The middle-aged man said with deep eyes: "Spirit."

If the president hadn't made the old friend's introduction, he would have blurted out the word "nervous".

"You have said so much, does this have anything to do with reporting on this?"

"There are many supporters of traditional schools, but in this era, there are few contemporary calligraphy masters, and true hidden masters do not care about these false names. There is no one who holds the ears of traditional calligraphy, so I urgently hope that someone can stand up!"

The newspaper president said astonished: "You don't want a young man in his early twenties to be a stubborn person, right? I don't believe this if I say this."

"Yes, I don't believe it either."

The newspaper president felt that he was being played with and said angrily: "So, you have been quarreling with me for so long, are you here to play with me?"

"The money and the report are here, why are they said to be a joke?"

"You clearly said it, but you don't believe it."

The middle-aged man said calmly: "But this is the truth."

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Day 2

Huizhou Evening News

Front page headlines

A piece of news that shocked the calligraphy world surprised all Huizhou people who saw the newspaper.

The descendants of Zhong Yao, the calligraphy genius emerged.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and the Liujia Spirit Flying Sutra is comparable to the original trace!

For a moment, the entire calligraphy world was shocked.

It’s not because the title is too exaggerated, but the small calligraphy work below is really comparable to the original one!

Zhong Yue also received this newspaper, but he seemed very calm. Because no matter what, for him, this matter was simply boring.

Because his small calligraphy is not as good as the original trace, at least, in his opinion, there is still a layer of window paper.

A shout came from outside the house.

It's Fat Aunt from a convenience store.

"A Yue! I cooked the pig intestine and brought you a bowl."

"Oh! Come on!"
Chapter completed!