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Zhong Zhiwan didn't answer, but asked again: "Brother Lin, tell me first, how about this word?"
Lin Xi pondered for a while, then shook her head: "It's hard to say."
Zhong Zhiwan was taken aback for a moment: "Why is it difficult to say?"
"This character is written casually, but the writer has a strong foundation." 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 is obvious that the person who wrote it continued to write without stopping, without even stopping."
He sighed softly: "It's amazing to be able to write so perfectly in this way."
Zhong Zhiwan has figured it out: "So, high school students must not be able to write this character?"
"High school students?" Lin Xi laughed, "Don't talk about high school students, even teachers may not be able to do it."
"Zhiwan, you have also studied with the teacher for more than ten years, and you don't even have this kind of judgment?"
Zhong Zhiwan thought so too, she smiled; "Brother Lin, I have little experience, can you tell which school this painting belongs to?"
Every calligraphy has its own style, especially those unique ones that others cannot imitate.
"Well¡ª¡ª" Lin Xi frowned, and read it carefully again, "This is written in Xingkai, with profound skills, but the style is not obvious. It should be the work of Master Wei Hou."
With that said, he took out another scroll from the shelf in the study and opened it.
"Look, this is a work by Master Wei Hou. I asked for it from the teacher."
Zhong Zhiwan took a look, and tried to suppress the smile on his lips: "It's quite similar."
In fact, it doesn't look like it, at least in her opinion, Ying Zijin's cheating is better than Wei Hou's.
Zhong Zhiwan thought about it, and said: "Senior Brother Lin, can we go to Master Wei Hou now?"
Lin Xi thought for a while: "Okay."
He first made a phone call to confirm that Wei Hou was at home, and 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 fifty years old, and his status in the art world is not low.
It's just that Wei Hou hasn't written in the past few years, and there are no new works. I don't know why.
"Master Wei Hou." Lin Xi greeted, "This is my junior sister Zhong Zhiwan."
Wei Hou half-closed his eyes and put on airs: "What's the matter?"
Lin Xi stepped forward and handed him the scroll: "Is this your work?"
Wei Hou didn't pay attention to it at first, until he saw the words on the scroll, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"This is my practice pen." Holding the scroll, he smiled kindly, "Xiao Lin, why did I get to you?"
"It was brought by Zhiwan." Lin Xi also smiled, "Master Wei Hou, I haven't seen you for a few years, and your skills have improved again."
"Naturally." Wei Hou waved his hand, "If you have nothing to do, let's go."
"Senior Brother Lin, I still have something to say to Master Wei Hou." Zhong Zhiwan pursed his lips, "I'll be here in a while."
Lin Xi didn't 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 you didn't write this calligraphy."
Wei Hou was stunned for a moment, embarrassed: "Xiao Zhong, what are you talking about?"
"But this writing can be written by you." Zhong Zhiwan smiled, implying something, "Master Wei Hou has his own seal, right?"
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April 6.
Qingzhi had someone arrange the venue early on, and a billboard was hung at the school gate.
Today, not only the masters of the art world will come, but also a lot of media.
Qingzhi Art Festival, in order to maintain fairness, will always be broadcast live online.
It is also convenient for some artists who cannot be present to find good seedlings.
Ying Zijin leaned on the chair and yawned, and raised the brim of his baseball cap to cover the sun.
She is recovering well, but she still wants to sleep when she is bored.
"The opening ceremony is at nine o'clock, and the first award will be presented in the afternoon." Xiu Yu was teasing, annoyed, "The Central Art Troupe still has to perform, which is really troublesome."
If their father Ying hadn't participated in the art festival, she wouldn't be sitting here.
"Yeah." Ying Zijin closed his eyes halfway, and also dredged his blood and internal energy, "I have paid you to eat."
The younger brother was so greedy that he was drooling: "Father Ying, with meshare? "
Xiu Yu kicked his younger brother: "I know how to eat, Dudu is more diligent than you."
Dudu pouted his little pink nose, hummed, and hopped a few times with his little trotters, indicating that he could still exercise.
Little brother: ""
People are not as good as pig series.
"Father Ying, are you sure you will win the first prize?"
Ying Zijin looked tired and lazy: "It's okay."
Zhong Zhiwan was walking with a folder in his arms, followed by several members of the student union.
Hearing this, she turned her head and smiled: "Then I wish my cousin a good grade."
Ying Zijin raised his head, his eyes shimmered faintly.
Zhong Zhiwan's fingers tightened, the smile on his lips froze, and his heart skipped a beat.
But in an instant she calmed down, smiled again, and then turned around and left.
She has already asked several masters in the calligraphy field, and no one with more than 40 years of experience can't write that word.
Although she didn't know the source of the word, it can be concluded that it was not written by Ying Zijin, so she handed it to Wei Hou with confidence.
Given Wei Hou's reputation in the art world, few people would dare to confront him.
Wei Hou said it was his, so it was his.
Even if it really belonged to another calligrapher, he wouldn't take Wei Hou's face in public.
Zhong Zhiwan was actually quite disappointed.
She still looked up to Ying Zijin.
She didn't expect Ying Zijin to cheat in this way in order to compete with her for the favor of Mr. Zhong.
Zhong Zhiwan shook his head and went backstage.
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The old house of the Ying family.
The day before, Zhong Manhua came back from o continent.
Ying Zhenting returned to the imperial capital and continued to do business.
"Ma'am, the old man called just now." The butler brought over a glass of milk, "Ask if you want to go to the school's art festival together to cheer on the second lady."
"Come on?" Zhong Manhua laughed, "Could it be that if you work hard, she will have a future? It's true, it's okay to attend some art festival."
She is naturally competitive and wants to do her best in everything.
If she goes there and others know that her daughter is not good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, what will other noble ladies think of her?
Zhong Manhua pressed his temple, annoyed: "Turn on the 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 the live broadcast.
The shots are all backstage and exhibition room, which can be regarded as tidbits.
As soon as the channel was switched, a cold and stern voice sounded.
[I would like to ask this student Ying Zijin, I personally sent this calligraphy to Master Wei Hou, how did you get it? Still used it to participate in the competition? ¡¿
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