Zhong Yue looked at the address on the express delivery and it was sent from Huizhou.

"Huang Mingchuan, why didn't he send Huizhou's Calligraphy Association membership certificate?" Zhong Yue smiled mockingly.

If he joins the Calligraphy Association now, he would undoubtedly put a tight curse on himself. He was not so stupid and was hindered by others. Now it would be irrelevant to him whether he joined the Calligraphy Association or not.

When he pulled the seal away and touched the paper inside, Zhong Yue felt something was wrong.

"Broken paper?" Zhong Yue took out the piece of paper sent inside with some confusion.

When he unfolded the burly paper and saw that it was his first work, he felt shocked. He was not surprised that the original work still existed, but the beautiful handwriting on the side was not the thick pen of Huang Mingchuan's Wei stele, but the small regular script of Liu Shao'e's boudoir.

Yiyi looked east, four words, more than any good words, reached Zhong Yue's heart.

In this life, people not only live for birth, old age, sickness and death, but also for right or wrong. But more often, where does right or wrong come from? In the world of most adults, they only talk about interests, regardless of right or wrong.

Since that's the case, looking east, Liu Shao'e's teachings to Zhong Yue are to throw away the honor and disgrace in front of her and to be able to achieve the long-term is great wisdom.

Looking east, I look at the achievements that I have lived my whole life.

Looking eastward, what you see is the hearts of the people.

The revitalization of calligraphy depends on Zhong Yue alone. Even if the writing is unpredictable and the writing is extraordinary, for the Chinese calligraphy world, it is just a meteor that is about to end. How to save the ending calligraphy is what Liu Shoe'e expects for Zhong Yue. On this road, no one can point out a clear path for Zhong Yue.

The innovation of calligraphy has been mentioned. The extreme removal of Chinese characters and brushwork is to integrate calligraphy into a large artistic system; the calligraphy majors in colleges and universities and traditional calligraphy students are also a kind of inheritance of calligraphy, etc., and other measures, in summarizing it, are like treating the symptoms but not the root cause.

So although Zhong Yue put down his pen for the time being, the burden on his shoulders became heavier after he issued a statement.

Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it depends entirely on the support of the old trunk.

There will be another newborn next year, and the ten-foot dragon grandson will surround the phoenix pond!

The old people paved the road for Zhong Yue, and at this point, they had to rely on Zhong Yue to explore and move forward. Looking east, they had to see far and deep, and Zhong Yue put away the rough paper.

"Yue, although I am not sensitive, please speak for me..." The coffee on the table was already cold.

Zhong Yue stood up and walked out of the cafe.

In my ears was the yell of a middle-aged uncle, "Waiter, pay! There are also people who recite "The Analects of Confucius". Is the crew so short of funds these days, and it makes the venue reluctant to spend money?"

...

...

Lin'an is also a first-tier city, but just like Shanghai, there are regions in different cities.

Zhong Yue took the high-speed train for an hour according to the address and finally arrived at a village near Xiaoshan.

Nowadays, Liu Tong and Zhao Yongsheng are his strong backing in two top art universities in East China, so Zhong Yue doesn’t need to worry too much, but when it comes to Xiling Seal Society, it was recognized by Shao Shouyun that night, but he always had to learn something about sealing.

Even if it is not helpful for the formation of this alliance, it is also helpful for Zhong Yue to break through the hurdle in calligraphy.

He originally intended to find Li Deming, but Huizhou was not a place in Wenxing after all, and he couldn't stand it when traveling back and forth every day, so he followed Lao Baitou's advice and came here to find Zhejiang's first knife.

Such an old man who almost threw the appointment letter from Xiling out of the door was not confident that he could convince him to teach him how to make seals. He could only pray that Lao Baitou had a strong relationship with Qiu Wenzhen and Qiu Lao.

According to the address, Zhong Yue looked at the scenery along the way. Although it was still a rural area, compared with their Daping Township, this rural area was built just like their county town. Every family is full of foreign buildings and a unique courtyard. Living in such a place, in addition to the surrounding shopping malls, there are fewer entertainment facilities and the environment is quiet and suitable.

"Thirty-nine bars..."

Zhong Yue groped from house to house and finally found this home with a deep courtyard and a quiet environment. The surrounding walls are all in the style of the last century. They are tiring up with cement piers, with some cement on the surface and green glass slags as embellishments. This style has long been eliminated.

Zhong Yue looked at the movement in the iron gate, and there seemed to be no one. He looked around and there was no doorbell, so he had to knock on the iron gate with his hand and shouted, "Is anyone?"

With a knock on his hand, the disrepaired iron door had already rolled off a lot of red paint.

No one seemed to echo inside.

Zhong Yue paused for a few seconds, patted the iron gate again, and shouted: "Is there anyone inside? I'm here to find Qiu Wenzhen and Mr. Qiu!"

There was still no movement inside. Zhong Yue was speechless. He deliberately pretended not to hear or there was really no one. He was about to pick up his cell phone and asked Ma Feng if the address he gave was wrong, but a voice suddenly came to his back.

"Young man, don't look for him. I can't find him."

Zhong Yue put down his cell phone, turned his head, and saw the old man with a hunched back and holding a crutch in his hand just by, and asked, "Why? Don't Qiu Wenzhen live here?"

The old man said, "Dead."

"Diet?! When did it happen?"

The old man held his cane, "A few months ago."

Zhong Yue pulled the corner of his mouth, "Old sir, don't fool me. The people from the seal club came to find Mr. Qiu last month. Do you say he died a few months ago? How many Mr. Qiu in this village are there?"

The old man said stammeringly, and said stutteringly: "Ah, oh, that might have died last month. I'm old and can't remember..."

“…”

When Zhong Yue heard this vague answer, he was also amused and crying.

"Old man, I know that Mr. Qiu is in a simple and simple way and does not seek fame and fortune. This time, I came here not because I was entrusted by the seal club to let Mr. Qiu come out, but because I want to learn to make seals and come to become a disciple."

"Haha, I live in the village. There are not tens of thousands of people who have visited for decades, but there are thousands of people. If you want to learn to make seals, people are obsessed with the study of seals. How can I take my apprentice? Go back, he won't see you. If you learn to make seals, you have found the wrong place."

While talking, the old man leaned on a cane and was about to walk towards the village.

After hearing this, Zhong Yue felt a little disappointed, but remembered what Lao Baitou said, and planned to make his last attempt, shouting into the courtyard: "Old Qiu! Mr. Baixia asked me to ask you, will you pay back the favor you owe back then?"

The old man, who had already walked seven or eight steps away, suddenly paused his cane, turned around tremblingly, walked towards Zhong Yue tremblingly, and asked excitedly, "You...what did you just say?"

Seeing that there was no movement inside, the old man who had just given up came over again and said, "I didn't talk to you just now."

"You repeat it again!"

"I said I was Mr. Bai Xia and Mr. Bai, come and ask Mr. Qiu, why didn't he pay back that favor back then?"
Chapter completed!