The news quickly spread throughout the calligraphy world.

This is not an ordinary thing, but a moth that has shined with its own firefly plunged into the fire, not only burning itself, but also blowing up gorgeous fireworks!

Beijing Bei originally didn't care about the older generation of calligraphers who were originally not interested in Zhong Yue, and was stunned when they heard the news, and were speechless in shock for a moment. Several meanings were to put it aside and retreat with great courage? Isn't this kid too cautious?

The short-lived statement is that some of them are worried about Zhong Yue’s calligraphy path. However, as long as they are modest and not arrogant, even if they can’t produce any amazing works, Zhong Yue will live a lifetime with the fame gained by the "Yellow Wine Post".

But I couldn't write anymore! I made such a statement.

How dare Zhong Yue? How dare he do this!

"Raw Wine Post" became famous all over the world. The gold stamping certificates for the national competition have not been prepared yet, and the official ranking has not been announced yet. Such a rookie who has been popular in calligraphy can't even put down his pen? What kind of mind and perseverance do this to do so!

Jiang Boheng, a master of stele, had a special affection for Zhong Yue's strong defeat of Wang Ge and correcting the style of Shanghai calligraphy. After hearing this news, he burst into tears. Although he had no one-faced relationship with Zhong Yue, he was already a god-forgotten friend.

Such a rising star did something that their generation of calligraphers dared to do. He had no utilitarianism and took the burden on him regardless of gains and losses. Such a young man is heartbreaking! He was so respectful...

Jiang Boheng wiped away the tears from his turbid eyes with his handkerchief, "This is a true name. Zhong Yue, why are you doing this..."

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Of course, it was not the only one who was equally uproaring.

The first snowfall in the big winter in Huizhou has ushered in. In the south, light snow is already a blessing. As for the heavy snow of goose feathers, it is hard to encounter it in more than ten years.

Many students from the south were smiling, enjoying the rare snowy day, and laughter was everywhere, especially those students from Lingnan, who had never seen snow in their lives, except for those who were lying in the corridor, looking at the fun southerners in the snow, looking at the worldly worldly people.

"This is also called snow? It's really interesting."

Russell's hair was floating, and he walked quickly with his textbook in his hand. His expression was solemn, as if the laughter and joy around him had nothing to do with this old lecturer. It was difficult to buy rubber shoes on his feet on the market, and perhaps in some labor markets, there might be some remaining goods.

Lao Luo narrowed his eyes, looked at the snow in the south, and stood outside the classroom, waiting for the bell to ring.

"Lao Luo, the calligraphy students you brought have made it to the headlines of the news! You really have it!"

Russeller looked dull and said seriously: "I can't take it!"

“…”

Russell is still limited to this piece of rice paper, but he still can't write it clearly, but Zhong Yue is already writing about his charm with his personality! What kind of courage is this?! If it were thirty years earlier, Russell would have already been quick to follow this warrior!

As soon as the class rings, Russell, who came to his senses, sighed and walked into the classroom quickly. This class is in college Chinese. Mr. Luo has always been disdainful of the quality of college students today, even if it is in Huizhou University, the so-called higher education institution.

Some of the students sitting down below were flirting with books, and some were playing with their mobile phones. They looked indifferent to such general elective courses. Russell picked up the chalk and said to be thoughtful for a while.

"Students, we won't talk about the content in this class. I want to talk about an article in this class."

After saying that, the cursive style with the writing on the blackboard is vividly revealed on the blackboard.

"Remembering Liu Hezhen" - Lu Xun.

"Today we will talk about this article. We are all college students. I believe we have learned this text, right?"

“This is a junior high school text.”

Russell smiled and said, "Yes, junior high school texts, but how many people can really understand them? The reason why I want to teach this text today is because I am inspired. I wonder if you have heard of the students of our school, the original Zhong Yue, who is at the level 10?"

Some people often browse Weibo and say, "Teacher Luo, are you talking about Zhong Yue, who writes calligraphy?"

Russell nodded and said, "You guys come to choose my class. I believe I have heard of Russell as a person. At my age, I'm afraid there are only a handful of people who are still a lecturer in college, right?"

There may be a few chuckles below. Russell stood outside the administrative building with a hidden knife. This rumor is naturally known to everyone. As for whether it is true, it should not be a sensation.

Russell straightened his back, "The real warrior dares to face the bleak life, but the open-minded warrior dares to smile at the bleak life. Zhong Yue and Zhong are not a weapon, I, Luo, admire me!"

There was a silence in the classroom.

Mr. Luo actually expressed his respect to a student. This... is it the Russell Li with his nostrils upturned to the sky?

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The snow in Huizhou is lowered to high-rise buildings and flat-room tiled houses.

The green tea trees in the yard are covered with thin snow. But judging from the situation, the snow will not last long. The weather forecast says that after tonight, tomorrow will be sunny.

There is no snow on the winding stone road. People come and go, and it has long turned into a pool of snow.

The room was turned on with air conditioning and a thick layer of mist was covered with glass windows.

Huang Mingchuan sat at the desk, unable to contain his complex emotions.

"Sister Liu, have you heard of it?"

Liu Shao'e took off her reading glasses, put down the small hair in her hand, and said, "It's that boy's business. Amin called me this morning and told me."

Huang Mingchuan said: "I'm too impatient, Zhong Yue still can't hold back... Hey!" In addition to admiring this, he felt more regretful about Zhong Yue's self-discipline!

Liu Shao'e smiled and said, "How can Mingchuan see it?"

"This is not obvious. The pen closing has attracted a lot of applause. How difficult it is to re-enter the book world! If you say this, don't you think about your future?"

Liu Shao'e said: "What Mingchuan means is that he thinks that Zhong Yue can't write a more stunning work than "Yellow Wine Post"?"

"This... Sister Liu, you and I are both people in the calligraphy world, how could I not see it? Apart from this work, Zhong Yue's other works in the past few months are far from reaching the level of superb level, and it is decades away from his skill!"

Liu Shao'e took out a yellowed book from the bookshelf next to her, slowly opened it, found a piece of rough paper in it, handed it to Huang Mingchuan, and said, "Look at it."

Huang Mingchuan took the piece of paper and spread it out, "This...isn't this the time in the Cultural Center... you still keep it?"

Liu Shao'e nodded, "I remember that at that time, Zhonghe was still fighting with him who was just starting out. Do you still remember?" As he said that, a kind smile appeared on the corner of Liu Shao'e's mouth.

"Well, I was there at that time, and I was deeply impressed."

"But do you know that during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhong Yue came back and went to the Huizhou Calligraphy Association for a while?"

Huang Mingchuan raised his eyebrows, "Huh? Why haven't you told me that there is anything else?"

"Zaixing told me about this. When Zhong Yue arrived at the Calligraphy Association, he not only had a great time talking to Zhonghe, but also gave him a big gift. The Golden Gate Gift Box, Zhonghe also wrapped the golden ink ink ingot inside and sent it to me, borrowing flowers to offer Buddha." As he said that, Liu Shao'e took out the unopened ink ingot from the drawer.

Huang Mingchuan looked up at Liu Shao'e in surprise, "What does this mean? I applied for the form to propose Zhong Yue to join the Calligraphy Association. A few days ago, Zhonghe told me that he gave up himself, and I wondered, did it..."

"Don't you understand yet?"

Liu Shao'e pointed to the ink ingot and then pointed to the rough paper.

"Big sister, I'm really confused..."

The two are not very different in age. On weekdays, Huang Mingchuan always calls Mr. Liu to show respect. Only when an old friend talks in this way will he call him "Big Sister" in close contact. Liu Shao'e's knowledge and character are all things that he can't catch up with.

"This child has grown a lot and has learned how to choose."

“Trades?”

Liu Shao'e said: "I was young and energetic, but you see that he negotiated with Zhonghe this time, and was neither humble nor arrogant, and treated him with courtesy. That means he no longer regarded the Huizhou Calligraphy Association as a goal. This is to give up, and it is also a reward."

"What do you mean is that you are willing to give up this time?"

Liu Shao'e smiled loudly, "This child wants to achieve greater achievements. She is willing to give up for a moment, and she can also help the calligraphy atmosphere in East China today. You can kill two birds with one stone. You won't blame you if you can't see it."

Huang Mingchuan felt a little dry and drank the tea in the glass. If it was really like Liu Shao'e said, the boy who wore mourning clothes and lived alone at the foot of Xiaohe Mountain had grown to the point where they could not look up to them.

If it had been decades later, Huang Mingchuan might not have the current surprise, but he frowned. It seems that this matter is this year. Why... is it because Huang Mingchuan is Alzheimer's disease, or is this kid really too fierce?

Liu Shao'e held the pen and wrote a line of small characters in the corners of the rough paper in a pretty and upright small regular script. She blew it a little dry, and then slowly folded it up, "Mingchuan, please find an envelope or express delivery to send it to Zhong Yue. When winter comes, my knee will hurt so much when the wind blows, and I can't go out."

Huang Mingchuan put away the folded crumb paper and nodded, "Okay, Sister Liu, you should take care of yourself too."

Liu Shao'e nodded, "It's pretty good. Now that the technology is developed, the air conditioner is on, my legs feel much better, but the electricity bill is too expensive."

Huang Mingchuan smiled embarrassedly, but he understood that Liu Shao'e had always been frugal and simple, so he didn't say anything else, "Then I'll leave first."

“Oh, OK.”

Huang Mingchuan pushed the door out of Liu Shao'e's courtyard. The first snowfall in Huizhou stopped at dusk.

Huang Mingchuan looked up at the gray sky and murmured to himself: "Yiyi looked east? What does it mean..."

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Chapter completed!