Chapter 87
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Zhong Zhiwan did not answer, but asked again: "elder martial brother Lin, how about this word?"
Lin Xi pondered for a long time and shook his head: "it's hard to say."
Zhong Zhiwan was stunned: "how hard to say?"
"It's a casual word, but the writer is very good at it." Lin Xi picked up the scroll and pointed to one of the poems, "look here, this painting, structure and layout can be called wonderful."
"And it's obvious that the writer keeps writing without pausing."
He sighed: "it's amazing that you can write so perfectly."
Zhong Zhiwan had a few words: "so, high school students must not be able to write this picture?"
"High school students?" Lin Xi is funny, "let alone high school students, even teachers may not be able to do it."
"Zhiwan, you have studied with the teacher for more than ten years, and you don't even have this kind of judgment?"
Zhong Zhiwan thought the same, and she said with a smile, "elder martial brother Lin, I have little knowledge. Can you tell which school this character belongs to?"
Everyone has his own style of calligraphy, especially those unique ones that others can't imitate.
"Well --" Lin Xi frowned and looked at it carefully again. "It's written in regular script. It's profound, but the style is not obvious. It should be the work of master Wei Hou."
Then he took out another scroll from the shelf of his study and opened it.
"Look, this is a work by master Wei Hou. I asked for it from my teacher."
Zhong Zhiwan looked at it and tried to suppress the smile on his lips: "it's quite similar."
In fact, it's not like that. At least in her opinion, the word Ying Zijin cheated on is better than Wei Hou's.
Zhong Zhiwan thought in his heart and said, "elder martial brother Lin, can we find master Wei Hou now?"
Lin Xi thought for a moment: "OK."
He first made a phone call to confirm that Wei Hou was at home, then drove Zhong Zhiwan to Wei Hou's residence.
At this time, Wei Hou was basking in the sun in the yard.
He is over 50 years old, and his position in the art world is not low.
It's just that Wei Hou hasn't written in recent years, and there are no new works. I don't know why.
"Master Wei Hou." Lin Xi said, "this is my younger martial sister Zhong Zhiwan."
Wei Hou half narrowed his eyes, carrying a shelf: "what's the matter?"
Lin Xi came forward and handed him the scroll: "is this your work?"
Wei Hou didn't care until he saw the words on the scroll, and his eyes suddenly showed.
"This is my practice." He held the scroll and laughed kindly, "Xiao Lin, how did you get there?"
"It's Zhiwan." Lin Xi also laughed, "master Wei Hou, I haven't seen you for a few years. Your skills have gone up again."
"Naturally." Wei Hou waved, "if it's nothing, just go."
"Elder martial brother Lin, I have something else to say to master Wei Hou." Zhong Zhiwan pursed his lips and said, "I'll come in a moment."
Lin Xi did not ask, nodded and went out.
Only Wei Hou and Zhong Zhiwan were left in the room.
Zhong Zhiwan said directly: "master Wei Hou, I know that you didn't write this character."
Wei Hou Leng next, very embarrassed: "small clock, say what?"
"But you can write this picture." Zhong Zhiwan smiles, meaning something. "Master Wei Hou has his own seal, right?"
**
April 6.
Qingzhi had the venue set up early, and a billboard was hung at the school gate.
Today, there are not only masters from the art world, but also a lot of media.
Qingzhi's Art Festival, in order to maintain justice, has always been broadcast live on the Internet.
It's also convenient for some artists who can't show up to find good ideas.
Ying Zijin leaned on the chair and yawned. He raised his hand and pulled down the brim of his baseball cap to cover the sun.
She's recovering well, but she still wants to sleep when she's bored.
"The opening ceremony will be held at nine o'clock and the first prize will be presented in the afternoon." Xiuyu is teasing Dudu. He is very annoyed. "The Middle Art Troupe has to perform a show. It's really troublesome."
But for their father Ying's participation in the festival, she would not be sitting here.
"Well." Ying Zijin half closed his eyes, also dredged Qi and blood and internal energy by the way, "send money to invite you to dinner."
My younger brother was so greedy that he drooled: "father Ying, do you have my share?"
Xiuyu kicked his younger brother: "I know how to eat. Dudu is more diligent than you."
Dudu pursed his little pink nose, made a hum, and hopped a few times with his piggy hooves, indicating that he could still exercise.
Younger brother: "I'm not sure."
People are not as good as pigs.
"Father Ying, are you sure to win the first prize?"
Ying Zijin look tired lazy: "OK."
Zhong Zhiwan is walking past with the folder, followed by several members of the student union.Hearing this, she turned her head and said with a smile, "then I wish my cousin a good result."
Ying Zijin raised his head and his eyes were light.
As soon as Zhong Zhiwan's fingers tightened, the smile on his lips coagulated, and his heart jumped abruptly.
But in an instant she calmed down, laughed again, and then turned away.
She has already asked several masters in the field of calligraphy. She can't write that pair of characters without more than 40 years' experience.
Although she doesn't know the source of the word, she can conclude that it wasn't written by Ying Zijin, so she confidently gave it to Wei Hou.
With Wei Hou's reputation in the art world, few people dare to compete with him.
Wei Hou said it was his, that is his.
Even if it's really from other calligraphers, it won't blow Wei Hou's face in public.
Zhong Zhiwan was disappointed.
She still looked up at Ying Zijin.
She didn't expect that Ying Zijin would cheat in order to compete with her for master Zhong's favor.
Zhong Zhiwan shakes his head and goes backstage.
**
the old house of Ying family.
The day before yesterday, Zhong Manhua came back from O island.
Ying Zhenting returned to the imperial capital and went on to do business.
"Ma'am, the old man just called." The housekeeper brought a glass of milk and said, "would you like to go to the school art festival to cheer for the second lady?"
"Come on?" Zhong man Hua listened to smile, "difficult not to become to refuel, she has promising?"? It's true. I have nothing to attend any art festival. "
She was born to be competitive and wanted to be the best in everything.
If she goes and is known by others that her daughter is not good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting, what will other ladies think of her?
Zhong man Hua presses temple, very vexed: "turn on TV."
The housekeeper understood and tuned to the channel where the live broadcast was going on.
At this time, the live broadcast has not officially started, and there are not many people watching it.
It's all backstage and exhibition room, which is a gag.
As soon as the channel turned, I heard a cold voice.
[I'd like to ask Ying Zijin. I personally sent this picture to master Wei Hou. How did you get it? Did you take it to the competition? 】
Zhong Manhua's face turned blue in an instant.
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Zhong Zhiwan did not answer, but asked again: "elder martial brother Lin, how about this word?"
Lin Xi pondered for a long time and shook his head: "it's hard to say."
Zhong Zhiwan was stunned: "how hard to say?"
"It's a casual word, but the writer is very good at it." Lin Xi picked up the scroll and pointed to one of the poems, "look here, this painting, structure and layout can be called wonderful."
"And it's obvious that the writer keeps writing without pausing."
He sighed: "it's amazing that you can write so perfectly."
Zhong Zhiwan had a few words: "so, high school students must not be able to write this picture?"
"High school students?" Lin Xi is funny, "let alone high school students, even teachers may not be able to do it."
"Zhiwan, you have studied with the teacher for more than ten years, and you don't even have this kind of judgment?"
Zhong Zhiwan thought the same, and she said with a smile, "elder martial brother Lin, I have little knowledge. Can you tell which school this character belongs to?"
Everyone has his own style of calligraphy, especially those unique ones that others can't imitate.
"Well --" Lin Xi frowned and looked at it carefully again. "It's written in regular script. It's profound, but the style is not obvious. It should be the work of master Wei Hou."
Then he took out another scroll from the shelf of his study and opened it.
"Look, this is a work by master Wei Hou. I asked for it from my teacher."
Zhong Zhiwan looked at it and tried to suppress the smile on his lips: "it's quite similar."
In fact, it's not like that. At least in her opinion, the word Ying Zijin cheated on is better than Wei Hou's.
Zhong Zhiwan thought in his heart and said, "elder martial brother Lin, can we find master Wei Hou now?"
Lin Xi thought for a moment: "OK."
He first made a phone call to confirm that Wei Hou was at home, then drove Zhong Zhiwan to Wei Hou's residence.
At this time, Wei Hou was basking in the sun in the yard.
He is over 50 years old, and his position in the art world is not low.
It's just that Wei Hou hasn't written in recent years, and there are no new works. I don't know why.
"Master Wei Hou." Lin Xi said, "this is my younger martial sister Zhong Zhiwan."
Wei Hou half narrowed his eyes, carrying a shelf: "what's the matter?"
Lin Xi came forward and handed him the scroll: "is this your work?"
Wei Hou didn't care until he saw the words on the scroll, and his eyes suddenly showed.
"This is my practice." He held the scroll and laughed kindly, "Xiao Lin, how did you get there?"
"It's Zhiwan." Lin Xi also laughed, "master Wei Hou, I haven't seen you for a few years. Your skills have gone up again."
"Naturally." Wei Hou waved, "if it's nothing, just go."
"Elder martial brother Lin, I have something else to say to master Wei Hou." Zhong Zhiwan pursed his lips and said, "I'll come in a moment."
Lin Xi did not ask, nodded and went out.
Only Wei Hou and Zhong Zhiwan were left in the room.
Zhong Zhiwan said directly: "master Wei Hou, I know that you didn't write this character."
Wei Hou Leng next, very embarrassed: "small clock, say what?"
"But you can write this picture." Zhong Zhiwan smiles, meaning something. "Master Wei Hou has his own seal, right?"
**
April 6.
Qingzhi had the venue set up early, and a billboard was hung at the school gate.
Today, there are not only masters from the art world, but also a lot of media.
Qingzhi's Art Festival, in order to maintain justice, has always been broadcast live on the Internet.
It's also convenient for some artists who can't show up to find good ideas.
Ying Zijin leaned on the chair and yawned. He raised his hand and pulled down the brim of his baseball cap to cover the sun.
She's recovering well, but she still wants to sleep when she's bored.
"The opening ceremony will be held at nine o'clock and the first prize will be presented in the afternoon." Xiuyu is teasing Dudu. He is very annoyed. "The Middle Art Troupe has to perform a show. It's really troublesome."
But for their father Ying's participation in the festival, she would not be sitting here.
"Well." Ying Zijin half closed his eyes, also dredged Qi and blood and internal energy by the way, "send money to invite you to dinner."
My younger brother was so greedy that he drooled: "father Ying, do you have my share?"
Xiuyu kicked his younger brother: "I know how to eat. Dudu is more diligent than you."
Dudu pursed his little pink nose, made a hum, and hopped a few times with his piggy hooves, indicating that he could still exercise.
Younger brother: "I'm not sure."
People are not as good as pigs.
"Father Ying, are you sure to win the first prize?"
Ying Zijin look tired lazy: "OK."
Zhong Zhiwan is walking past with the folder, followed by several members of the student union.Hearing this, she turned her head and said with a smile, "then I wish my cousin a good result."
Ying Zijin raised his head and his eyes were light.
As soon as Zhong Zhiwan's fingers tightened, the smile on his lips coagulated, and his heart jumped abruptly.
But in an instant she calmed down, laughed again, and then turned away.
She has already asked several masters in the field of calligraphy. She can't write that pair of characters without more than 40 years' experience.
Although she doesn't know the source of the word, she can conclude that it wasn't written by Ying Zijin, so she confidently gave it to Wei Hou.
With Wei Hou's reputation in the art world, few people dare to compete with him.
Wei Hou said it was his, that is his.
Even if it's really from other calligraphers, it won't blow Wei Hou's face in public.
Zhong Zhiwan was disappointed.
She still looked up at Ying Zijin.
She didn't expect that Ying Zijin would cheat in order to compete with her for master Zhong's favor.
Zhong Zhiwan shakes his head and goes backstage.
**
the old house of Ying family.
The day before yesterday, Zhong Manhua came back from O island.
Ying Zhenting returned to the imperial capital and went on to do business.
"Ma'am, the old man just called." The housekeeper brought a glass of milk and said, "would you like to go to the school art festival to cheer for the second lady?"
"Come on?" Zhong man Hua listened to smile, "difficult not to become to refuel, she has promising?"? It's true. I have nothing to attend any art festival. "
She was born to be competitive and wanted to be the best in everything.
If she goes and is known by others that her daughter is not good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting, what will other ladies think of her?
Zhong man Hua presses temple, very vexed: "turn on TV."
The housekeeper understood and tuned to the channel where the live broadcast was going on.
At this time, the live broadcast has not officially started, and there are not many people watching it.
It's all backstage and exhibition room, which is a gag.
As soon as the channel turned, I heard a cold voice.
[I'd like to ask Ying Zijin. I personally sent this picture to master Wei Hou. How did you get it? Did you take it to the competition? 】
Zhong Manhua's face turned blue in an instant.
Zhong Zhiwan did not answer, but asked again: "elder martial brother Lin, how about this word?" Lin Xi pondered for a long time and shook his head: "it's hard to say." Zhong Zhiwan was stunned: "how hard to say?" "It's a casual word, but the writer is very good at it." Lin Xi picked up the scroll and pointed to one of the poems, "look here, this painting, structure and layout can be called wonderful." "And it's obvious that the writer keeps writing without pausing." He sighed: "it's amazing that you can write so perfectly." Zhong Zhiwan had a few words: "so, high school students must not be able to write this picture?" "High school students?" Lin Xi is funny, "let alone high school students, even teachers may not be able to do it." "Zhiwan, you have studied with the teacher for more than ten years, and you don't even have this kind of judgment?" Zhong Zhiwan thought the same, and she said with a smile, "elder martial brother Lin, I have little knowledge. Can you tell which school this character belongs to?" Everyone has his own style of calligraphy, especially those unique ones that others can't imitate. "Well --" Lin Xi frowned and looked at it carefully again. "It's written in regular script. It's profound, but the style is not obvious. It should be the work of master Wei Hou." Then he took out another scroll from the shelf of his study and opened it. "Look, this is a work by master Wei Hou. I asked for it from my teacher." Zhong Zhiwan looked at it and tried to suppress the smile on his lips: "it's quite similar." In fact, it's not like that. At least in her opinion, the word Ying Zijin cheated on is better than Wei Hou's. Zhong Zhiwan thought in his heart and said, "elder martial brother Lin, can we find master Wei Hou now?" Lin Xi thought for a moment: "OK." He first made a phone call to confirm that Wei Hou was at home, then drove Zhong Zhiwan to Wei Hou's residence. At this time, Wei Hou was basking in the sun in the yard. He is over 50 years old, and his position in the art world is not low. It's just that Wei Hou hasn't written in recent years, and there are no new works. I don't know why. "Master Wei Hou." Lin Xi said, "this is my younger martial sister Zhong Zhiwan." Wei Hou half narrowed his eyes, carrying a shelf: "what's the matter?" Lin Xi came forward and handed him the scroll: "is this your work?" Wei Hou didn't care until he saw the words on the scroll, and his eyes suddenly showed. "This is my practice." He held the scroll and laughed kindly, "Xiao Lin, how did you get there?" "It's Zhiwan." Lin Xi also laughed, "master Wei Hou, I haven't seen you for a few years. Your skills have gone up again." "Naturally." Wei Hou waved, "if it's nothing, just go." "Elder martial brother Lin, I have something else to say to master Wei Hou." Zhong Zhiwan pursed his lips and said, "I'll come in a moment." Lin Xi did not ask, nodded and went out. Only Wei Hou and Zhong Zhiwan were left in the room. Zhong Zhiwan said directly: "master Wei Hou, I know that you didn't write this character." Wei Hou Leng next, very embarrassed: "small clock, say what?" "But you can write this picture." Zhong Zhiwan smiles, meaning something. "Master Wei Hou has his own seal, right?" **April 6. Qingzhi had the venue set up early, and a billboard was hung at the school gate. Today, there are not only masters from the art world, but also a lot of media. Qingzhi's Art Festival, in order to maintain justice, has always been broadcast live on the Internet. It's also convenient for some artists who can't show up to find good ideas. Ying Zijin leaned on the chair and yawned. He raised his hand and pulled down the brim of his baseball cap to cover the sun. She's recovering well, but she still wants to sleep when she's bored. "The opening ceremony will be held at nine o'clock and the first prize will be presented in the afternoon." Xiuyu is teasing Dudu. He is very annoyed. "The Middle Art Troupe has to perform a show. It's really troublesome." But for their father Ying's participation in the festival, she would not be sitting here. "Well." Ying Zijin half closed his eyes, also dredged Qi and blood and internal energy by the way, "send money to invite you to dinner." My younger brother was so greedy that he drooled: "father Ying, do you have my share?" Xiuyu kicked his younger brother: "I know how to eat. Dudu is more diligent than you." Dudu pursed his little pink nose, made a hum, and hopped a few times with his piggy hooves, indicating that he could still exercise. Younger brother: "I'm not sure." People are not as good as pigs. "Father Ying, are you sure to win the first prize?" Ying Zijin look tired lazy: "OK." Zhong Zhiwan is walking past with the folder, followed by several members of the student union.Hearing this, she turned her head and said with a smile, "then I wish my cousin a good result." Ying Zijin raised his head and his eyes were light. As soon as Zhong Zhiwan's fingers tightened, the smile on his lips coagulated, and his heart jumped abruptly. But in an instant she calmed down, laughed again, and then turned away. She has already asked several masters in the field of calligraphy. She can't write that pair of characters without more than 40 years' experience. Although she doesn't know the source of the word, she can conclude that it wasn't written by Ying Zijin, so she confidently gave it to Wei Hou. With Wei Hou's reputation in the art world, few people dare to compete with him. Wei Hou said it was his, that is his. Even if it's really from other calligraphers, it won't blow Wei Hou's face in public. Zhong Zhiwan was disappointed. She still looked up at Ying Zijin. She didn't expect that Ying Zijin would cheat in order to compete with her for master Zhong's favor. Zhong Zhiwan shakes his head and goes backstage. **the old house of Ying family. The day before yesterday, Zhong Manhua came back from O island. Ying Zhenting returned to the imperial capital and went on to do business. "Ma'am, the old man just called." The housekeeper brought a glass of milk and said, "would you like to go to the school art festival to cheer for the second lady?" "Come on?" Zhong man Hua listened to smile, "difficult not to become to refuel, she has promising?"? It's true. I have nothing to attend any art festival. " She was born to be competitive and wanted to be the best in everything. If she goes and is known by others that her daughter is not good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting, what will other ladies think of her? Zhong man Hua presses temple, very vexed: "turn on TV." The housekeeper understood and tuned to the channel where the live broadcast was going on. At this time, the live broadcast has not officially started, and there are not many people watching it. It's all backstage and exhibition room, which is a gag. As soon as the channel turned, I heard a cold voice. I'd like to ask Ying Zijin. I personally sent this picture to master Wei Hou. How did you get it? Did you take it to the competition? Zhong Manhua's face turned blue in an instant.
