Chapter 86
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It took a long time for her fingers to loosen.
The quality of the scroll is good enough to leave no nail marks.
Zhong Zhiwan pursed his lips and took a look at the office.
It's a relief to find that other people are still busy sorting out the entries and have not noticed her side.
She was a bit out of line just now.
Put the scroll back, Zhong Zhiwan looks cold.
If you want to say that this is written by Ying Zijin, she can't believe a hundred of them.
She has long seen the information of Ying Zijin in master Zhong, and the information is detailed every year.
Qingshui county is a poor village with backward economy. It is a problem whether we can have enough to eat, let alone study calligraphy.
The words on this scroll have no basic knowledge for decades, so they can't be written.
It's obviously from a great calligrapher.
Even her calligraphy teacher may not be able to write such words.
Can Ying Zijin write?
Zhong Zhiwan frowns.
She didn't expect that Ying Zijin wanted to cheat to win the award of the art festival.
Seeing money with open eyes is really poor and crazy.
Zhong Zhiwan didn't attend the previous art festival. She turned her head and asked in a low voice, "have any students cheated before?"
Hearing this, the ministers stopped and were surprised: "cheating?"
"For example --" Zhong Zhi stopped late, "let others write and draw for him, and then write down his name and hand it in."
"This..." It seems that a few years ago, the Minister of literature and art said, "I think it's a long time for the students."
"But at his age, he obviously couldn't write it. What's more funny is that the famous calligrapher was there that day, and he directly exposed it."
"Because of the serious impact, the student was expelled because he lost his face on the Internet."
Zhong Zhiwan nodded: "I see."
"So since then, no one has dared cheat." The Minister of literature and art asked, "Zhiwan, did you find cheating?"
"Not either." Zhong Zhiwan smiles, "I'm not sure. I can't slander you."
"Oh." The Minister of the Ministry of literature and art didn't say much. He bowed his head and recorded on the list, "Whoever dares to do this is doomed."
The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.
After thinking about it, Zhong Zhiwan took out the scroll and left the office.
**
after leaving the activity center, Zhong Zhiwan goes to the elite class in the evening.
On the way, I met 19 students who had just finished PE class.
There are dozens of meters away, Zhong Zhiwan saw those students around the girl, very excited.
Even when Jiang ran and Xiuyu were standing beside her, they automatically gathered the edge of the whole body.
This is something that will never happen.
Zhong Zhiwan is not unaware that many things have changed since Ying Zijin left the elite class.
And the attitude of master Zhong towards her.
Zhong Zhiwan took a look at the girl. He held her hand tightly, covered the scroll with his schoolbag, buried his head, and hurried away.
For fear of being seen.
"What does the clock know that the cat is running around at night?" Xiuyu glanced and tut said, "can't be a thief?"
Ying Zijin is eating lollipop, smell speech also did not see, just light: "May."
"In other words, father Ying, I always think you --" Xiuyu touched his chin, "you sometimes look like a magic wand."
Ying Zijin tilts his head, and Feng's eyes slightly pick up: "magic stick?"
"I feel like you can foretell." Xiuyu also can't say, vague, "anyway, it gives people a very mysterious feeling."
"Well." Ying Zijin nodded, "then I can give you a free divination."
"Divination?" Xiuyu was stunned. "Father Ying, don't tell me that you are still a diviner."
After eating the lollipop, Ying Zijin said, "No
Diviners usually use foreign objects, or supernatural science, to find out what they want to know.
Unlike prophecy, the result given by the diviner is ambiguous.
It's the same with tarot.
She's not divining. She sees it directly.
It's just that whether it's observing the future or the past, it will cost her too much, because it involves cause and effect.
So before she fully recovers, she usually doesn't use her mental calculation ability.
Except for the things she can see at a glance.
Such as an ordinary person's name, age, what to do.
"I said it." Xiuyu only thought that she was playing and didn't care much, "but father Ying, if you are interested in divination, you can go to the imperial capital in the future."
"There is a family of divine sticks in the imperial capital. They set up stalls to do divination every day, but in fact they cheat money."
"What stick, what do you know?" When Jiang ran heard this, he sneered, "they really count.""It's a fart." Xiuyu was furious. "I was cheated. They took me to draw some autographs on my way. As a result, they forced me to pay for the cancellation of autographs and pocketed my pocket money for a month."
She was so angry that she smashed the fortune teller.
Ying Zijin's hand is full of thought.
This way of doing things
Yeah.
She yawned, went back to class and began a new round of sleep.
**
the festival is scheduled for April 6, a total of three days.
In addition to senior three and junior three, other grades will have a holiday.
Since Ying Feifei's incident, Mr. Zhong has been very concerned about every move of Qingzhi, and this time is no exception.
Two days before the festival, on Saturday, he called Ying Zijin.
"Zijin, don't you attend the Art Festival? what's happening? Do you need grandfather's help? "
He knew that the child couldn't learn this before, but now it's too late to ask a teacher.
However, he is a rough man himself and can play chess.
"That's good. Grandfather will come to see you then." Mr. Zhong replied with a smile, "don't have pressure. Whatever you write, grandfather thinks it's the best."
Zhong Zhiwan was on the side. The more she listened, the more blocked her heart was. She got up and said, "grandfather, I'll go out."
If it is put in the past, Zhong knows that he wants to go out late, so he must give advice for a long time.
But this time he didn't say anything, just waved.
Zhong Zhiwan took a deep breath and left the Zhong family.
She took a taxi and went straight to the east of Shanghai to a villa.
In the yard, a man was weeding. After seeing her, he was surprised: "Zhiwan, why are you here?"
"Let me see elder martial brother Lin." Zhong Zhiwan stepped forward and said, "there's something else I want to ask elder martial brother Lin for advice."
This is her elder martial brother Lin Xi, who is studying with her under a great calligrapher.
Lin Xi wiped his hands and asked, "what's the matter?"
Zhong Zhiwan took out the scroll, opened it and spread it flat in front of the table.
"Elder martial brother Lin, what do you think of this picture?"
Lin Xi leaned over and looked at it. First he was silent, then he was shocked: "Zhiwan, did you write this?"
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It took a long time for her fingers to loosen.
The quality of the scroll is good enough to leave no nail marks.
Zhong Zhiwan pursed his lips and took a look at the office.
It's a relief to find that other people are still busy sorting out the entries and have not noticed her side.
She was a bit out of line just now.
Put the scroll back, Zhong Zhiwan looks cold.
If you want to say that this is written by Ying Zijin, she can't believe a hundred of them.
She has long seen the information of Ying Zijin in master Zhong, and the information is detailed every year.
Qingshui county is a poor village with backward economy. It is a problem whether we can have enough to eat, let alone study calligraphy.
The words on this scroll have no basic knowledge for decades, so they can't be written.
It's obviously from a great calligrapher.
Even her calligraphy teacher may not be able to write such words.
Can Ying Zijin write?
Zhong Zhiwan frowns.
She didn't expect that Ying Zijin wanted to cheat to win the award of the art festival.
Seeing money with open eyes is really poor and crazy.
Zhong Zhiwan didn't attend the previous art festival. She turned her head and asked in a low voice, "have any students cheated before?"
Hearing this, the ministers stopped and were surprised: "cheating?"
"For example --" Zhong Zhi stopped late, "let others write and draw for him, and then write down his name and hand it in."
"This..." It seems that a few years ago, the Minister of literature and art said, "I think it's a long time for the students."
"But at his age, he obviously couldn't write it. What's more funny is that the famous calligrapher was there that day, and he directly exposed it."
"Because of the serious impact, the student was expelled because he lost his face on the Internet."
Zhong Zhiwan nodded: "I see."
"So since then, no one has dared cheat." The Minister of literature and art asked, "Zhiwan, did you find cheating?"
"Not either." Zhong Zhiwan smiles, "I'm not sure. I can't slander you."
"Oh." The Minister of the Ministry of literature and art didn't say much. He bowed his head and recorded on the list, "Whoever dares to do this is doomed."
The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.
After thinking about it, Zhong Zhiwan took out the scroll and left the office.
**
after leaving the activity center, Zhong Zhiwan goes to the elite class in the evening.
On the way, I met 19 students who had just finished PE class.
There are dozens of meters away, Zhong Zhiwan saw those students around the girl, very excited.
Even when Jiang ran and Xiuyu were standing beside her, they automatically gathered the edge of the whole body.
This is something that will never happen.
Zhong Zhiwan is not unaware that many things have changed since Ying Zijin left the elite class.
And the attitude of master Zhong towards her.
Zhong Zhiwan took a look at the girl. He held her hand tightly, covered the scroll with his schoolbag, buried his head, and hurried away.
For fear of being seen.
"What does the clock know that the cat is running around at night?" Xiuyu glanced and tut said, "can't be a thief?"
Ying Zijin is eating lollipop, smell speech also did not see, just light: "May."
"In other words, father Ying, I always think you --" Xiuyu touched his chin, "you sometimes look like a magic wand."
Ying Zijin tilts his head, and Feng's eyes slightly pick up: "magic stick?"
"I feel like you can foretell." Xiuyu also can't say, vague, "anyway, it gives people a very mysterious feeling."
"Well." Ying Zijin nodded, "then I can give you a free divination."
"Divination?" Xiuyu was stunned. "Father Ying, don't tell me that you are still a diviner."
After eating the lollipop, Ying Zijin said, "No
Diviners usually use foreign objects, or supernatural science, to find out what they want to know.
Unlike prophecy, the result given by the diviner is ambiguous.
It's the same with tarot.
She's not divining. She sees it directly.
It's just that whether it's observing the future or the past, it will cost her too much, because it involves cause and effect.
So before she fully recovers, she usually doesn't use her mental calculation ability.
Except for the things she can see at a glance.
Such as an ordinary person's name, age, what to do.
"I said it." Xiuyu only thought that she was playing and didn't care much, "but father Ying, if you are interested in divination, you can go to the imperial capital in the future."
"There is a family of divine sticks in the imperial capital. They set up stalls to do divination every day, but in fact they cheat money."
"What stick, what do you know?" When Jiang ran heard this, he sneered, "they really count.""It's a fart." Xiuyu was furious. "I was cheated. They took me to draw some autographs on my way. As a result, they forced me to pay for the cancellation of autographs and pocketed my pocket money for a month."
She was so angry that she smashed the fortune teller.
Ying Zijin's hand is full of thought.
This way of doing things
Yeah.
She yawned, went back to class and began a new round of sleep.
**
the festival is scheduled for April 6, a total of three days.
In addition to senior three and junior three, other grades will have a holiday.
Since Ying Feifei's incident, Mr. Zhong has been very concerned about every move of Qingzhi, and this time is no exception.
Two days before the festival, on Saturday, he called Ying Zijin.
"Zijin, don't you attend the Art Festival? what's happening? Do you need grandfather's help? "
He knew that the child couldn't learn this before, but now it's too late to ask a teacher.
However, he is a rough man himself and can play chess.
"That's good. Grandfather will come to see you then." Mr. Zhong replied with a smile, "don't have pressure. Whatever you write, grandfather thinks it's the best."
Zhong Zhiwan was on the side. The more she listened, the more blocked her heart was. She got up and said, "grandfather, I'll go out."
If it is put in the past, Zhong knows that he wants to go out late, so he must give advice for a long time.
But this time he didn't say anything, just waved.
Zhong Zhiwan took a deep breath and left the Zhong family.
She took a taxi and went straight to the east of Shanghai to a villa.
In the yard, a man was weeding. After seeing her, he was surprised: "Zhiwan, why are you here?"
"Let me see elder martial brother Lin." Zhong Zhiwan stepped forward and said, "there's something else I want to ask elder martial brother Lin for advice."
This is her elder martial brother Lin Xi, who is studying with her under a great calligrapher.
Lin Xi wiped his hands and asked, "what's the matter?"
Zhong Zhiwan took out the scroll, opened it and spread it flat in front of the table.
"Elder martial brother Lin, what do you think of this picture?"
Lin Xi leaned over and looked at it. First he was silent, then he was shocked: "Zhiwan, did you write this?"
It took a long time for her fingers to loosen. The quality of the scroll is good enough to leave no nail marks. Zhong Zhiwan pursed his lips and took a look at the office. It's a relief to find that other people are still busy sorting out the entries and have not noticed her side. She was a bit out of line just now. Put the scroll back, Zhong Zhiwan looks cold. If you want to say that this is written by Ying Zijin, she can't believe a hundred of them. She has long seen the information of Ying Zijin in master Zhong, and the information is detailed every year. Qingshui county is a poor village with backward economy. It is a problem whether we can have enough to eat, let alone study calligraphy. The words on this scroll have no basic knowledge for decades, so they can't be written. It's obviously from a great calligrapher. Even her calligraphy teacher may not be able to write such words. Can Ying Zijin write? Zhong Zhiwan frowns. She didn't expect that Ying Zijin wanted to cheat to win the award of the art festival. Seeing money with open eyes is really poor and crazy. Zhong Zhiwan didn't attend the previous art festival. She turned her head and asked in a low voice, "have any students cheated before?" Hearing this, the ministers stopped and were surprised: "cheating?" "For example --" Zhong Zhi stopped late, "let others write and draw for him, and then write down his name and hand it in." "This..." It seems that a few years ago, the Minister of literature and art said, "I think it's a long time for the students." "But at his age, he obviously couldn't write it. What's more funny is that the famous calligrapher was there that day, and he directly exposed it." "Because of the serious impact, the student was expelled because he lost his face on the Internet." Zhong Zhiwan nodded: "I see." "So since then, no one has dared cheat." The Minister of literature and art asked, "Zhiwan, did you find cheating?" "Not either." Zhong Zhiwan smiles, "I'm not sure. I can't slander you." "Oh." The Minister of the Ministry of literature and art didn't say much. He bowed his head and recorded on the list, "Whoever dares to do this is doomed." The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention. After thinking about it, Zhong Zhiwan took out the scroll and left the office. **after leaving the activity center, Zhong Zhiwan goes to the elite class in the evening. On the way, I met 19 students who had just finished PE class. There are dozens of meters away, Zhong Zhiwan saw those students around the girl, very excited. Even when Jiang ran and Xiuyu were standing beside her, they automatically gathered the edge of the whole body. This is something that will never happen. Zhong Zhiwan is not unaware that many things have changed since Ying Zijin left the elite class. And the attitude of master Zhong towards her. Zhong Zhiwan took a look at the girl. He held her hand tightly, covered the scroll with his schoolbag, buried his head, and hurried away. For fear of being seen. "What does the clock know that the cat is running around at night?" Xiuyu glanced and tut said, "can't be a thief?" Ying Zijin is eating lollipop, smell speech also did not see, just light: "May." "In other words, father Ying, I always think you --" Xiuyu touched his chin, "you sometimes look like a magic wand." Ying Zijin tilts his head, and Feng's eyes slightly pick up: "magic stick?" "I feel like you can foretell." Xiuyu also can't say, vague, "anyway, it gives people a very mysterious feeling." "Well." Ying Zijin nodded, "then I can give you a free divination." "Divination?" Xiuyu was stunned. "Father Ying, don't tell me that you are still a diviner." After eating the lollipop, Ying Zijin said, "No Diviners usually use foreign objects, or supernatural science, to find out what they want to know. Unlike prophecy, the result given by the diviner is ambiguous. It's the same with tarot. She's not divining. She sees it directly. It's just that whether it's observing the future or the past, it will cost her too much, because it involves cause and effect. So before she fully recovers, she usually doesn't use her mental calculation ability. Except for the things she can see at a glance. Such as an ordinary person's name, age, what to do. "I said it." Xiuyu only thought that she was playing and didn't care much, "but father Ying, if you are interested in divination, you can go to the imperial capital in the future." "There is a family of divine sticks in the imperial capital. They set up stalls to do divination every day, but in fact they cheat money." "What stick, what do you know?" When Jiang ran heard this, he sneered, "they really count.""It's a fart." Xiuyu was furious. "I was cheated. They took me to draw some autographs on my way. As a result, they forced me to pay for the cancellation of autographs and pocketed my pocket money for a month." She was so angry that she smashed the fortune teller. Ying Zijin's hand is full of thought. This way of doing things Yeah. She yawned, went back to class and began a new round of sleep. **the festival is scheduled for April 6, a total of three days. In addition to senior three and junior three, other grades will have a holiday. Since Ying Feifei's incident, Mr. Zhong has been very concerned about every move of Qingzhi, and this time is no exception. Two days before the festival, on Saturday, he called Ying Zijin. "Zijin, don't you attend the Art Festival? what's happening? Do you need grandfather's help? " He knew that the child couldn't learn this before, but now it's too late to ask a teacher. However, he is a rough man himself and can play chess. "That's good. Grandfather will come to see you then." Mr. Zhong replied with a smile, "don't have pressure. Whatever you write, grandfather thinks it's the best." Zhong Zhiwan was on the side. The more she listened, the more blocked her heart was. She got up and said, "grandfather, I'll go out." If it is put in the past, Zhong knows that he wants to go out late, so he must give advice for a long time. But this time he didn't say anything, just waved. Zhong Zhiwan took a deep breath and left the Zhong family. She took a taxi and went straight to the east of Shanghai to a villa. In the yard, a man was weeding. After seeing her, he was surprised: "Zhiwan, why are you here?" "Let me see elder martial brother Lin." Zhong Zhiwan stepped forward and said, "there's something else I want to ask elder martial brother Lin for advice." This is her elder martial brother Lin Xi, who is studying with her under a great calligrapher. Lin Xi wiped his hands and asked, "what's the matter?" Zhong Zhiwan took out the scroll, opened it and spread it flat in front of the table. "Elder martial brother Lin, what do you think of this picture?" Lin Xi leaned over and looked at it. First he was silent, then he was shocked: "Zhiwan, did you write this?"
