Her Royal Highness The Princess From A Thousand Years Ago

Li Mingyue listened to Shen Yanbing's class for the first time.

The bell rang for class, and Shen Yanbing missed the opportunity, so he had to pretend not to see her, and began to teach as usual.

She was talking about modern literature, and today she was talking about poetry, and a few example poems were shown. The students in the front row listened carefully, and the heads in the back row sitting upright and looking at the podium were particularly conspicuous.

The corners of Shen Yanbing's mouth hooked slightly, and he couldn't hold back his smile.

Li Mingyue wrote and drew from time to time, looking up and down, as if taking notes, Shen Yanbing looked at her without showing any trace, and the students in the audience didn't notice the teacher's distraction at all.

A class passed quickly, and Li Mingyue was still sitting there, next to the corridor, and the seat in front of her was also empty.

A student came to the stage to ask Shen Yanbing a question. Shen Yanbing glanced at Li Mingyue, adjusted his glasses, and turned his head to respond to the student, "This perspective change is not only the need for contextual expression, it is more like what you just said..."

Li Mingyue rested her chin, watched her meticulously communicate with the students, and suddenly went back to when she first came, Shen Yanbing was sitting in front of the coffee table, flipping through a notebook and explaining modern things to her.

The past is vivid and clearly visible.

Even after class was over, the classroom was still quiet, most of the people were doing their own things and talking very quietly.

The students who were a few seats away got up, Li Mingyue gave way, and noticed that most of the people were playing with their mobile phones, so they also took out their mobile phones, and after doing nothing for a while, sent Shen Yanbing a WeChat message to say hello.

It's her newly added expression pack of pink long-haired girl holding a sign.

Shen Yanbing was talking with the students when the screen of her phone lit up, she ignored it, and waited for someone to say goodbye with thanks before unlocking the lock screen in a hurry.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at the familiar faces in the back row of the lecture theater.

Li Mingyue stood the notebook sideways on the table, with the words "Hello Teacher!" and a big exclamation mark written on it with a signature pen.

Shen Yanbing wore glasses while teaching, so she could read the words clearly.

She couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile, and saw Li Mingyue turned another page, on the notebook was written "Teacher, please ask questions!" in large characters.

Shen Yanbing looked at her amusedly, and Li Mingyue stared at her with sparkling star eyes. After a while, she was defeated by the other party's smiling gaze. She closed the notebook on the table with her hands, put her arms on the table, and lay her head on it. .

Like a cat that loses energy after failing.

Shen Yanbing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and lowered her head to send her a WeChat message: "Why are you here?"

Normally, Li Mingyue should be painting or practicing calligraphy at the Academy of Fine Arts.

"The people from the studio have gone to sketch." Li Mingyue buried her head in replying to the message, "People from the calligraphy department always come to bother me."

Without Cheng Guoli's domineering barrier, she wrote a few words and a few strokes there, and someone came over to greet her cautiously.

In the back, it seemed that she was condescending and unreasonable.

So, Li Mingyue flipped through the school schedule and easily got into this class.

—Speaking of which, she hasn't studied modern poetry yet.

Shen Yanbing excelled in academics, and his teaching was unambiguous. He was familiar with the past and the present, and he came at his fingertips. Even without roll call and no sign-in, every class was still full of students. Later, he had to go to the Academic Affairs Office to apply for a larger lecture theater.

In the amphitheater, the students are also sitting in the middle and the front row in a concentrated manner, which is really a grand event in universities.

When the class bell rang, Shen Yanbing put down her cell phone and continued to talk about a few poems on the slide. When she read it, Li Mingyue listened carefully and fascinated.

"No closer approach,

All chances are shaped among us;

Only the sun shines through the colorful branches and leaves,

Divided between two willing hearts, the same *. "

Li Mingyue held her chin, the sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the shadows fell on the table. The people on the stage were calm and elegant, with a peaceful tone, and when they smiled, they were so vivid.

Two willing hearts are the same.

Sitting among the students, Li Mingyue was filled with satisfaction and pride—the person they admired and respected belonged to her.

They were just ordinary students of Shen Yanbing, but she was a girlfriend and a lover.

Li Mingyue felt that her heart was being warmed, and it was extremely full.

After class ended at noon, the students rushed to eat and walked quickly, there were only a few people left in the classroom, Shen Yanbing was packing things on the podium, Li Mingyue was still sitting on the seat, looking at her.

From time to time, he secretly glanced at her.

Shen Yanbing didn't know whether to call her childish or youthful, so she approached her with her bag, knocked her on the head, "Let's go."

Limingyue held out her hand.

There were students around, Shen Yanbing smiled helplessly, and held onto the other side.

When they walked out of the classroom, several students couldn't help but looked up frequently.

"Will they find it strange?" Li Mingyue has always noticed other people's gaze, but she just doesn't want to break away.

There were fewer people in the corridor, Li Mingyue realized something was wrong, and asked, "Will this affect you?"

Shen Yanbing smiled indifferently: "You are not my student."

As for the others, it had already been passed on once when Xu Nuo was in school. Since then, the frequency of blind dates introduced to her by the teachers in the courtyard has fallen off a cliff.

Shen Yanbing heard the "pity" sigh more than once, but she only thought they were extremely ridiculous.

It was already cool in Bincheng at the end of October, she took Li Mingyue's hand and held it tightly.

The weekend is the most important forum time for the Shacheng Lanting Exhibition. Li Mingyue has been making preparations for the past few days-not only in terms of creation, but also in terms of theory. people.

Shen Yanbing found a picture of his grandfather Zheng Dexing's recent masterpiece, and Li Mingyue blew a rainbow fart in style, accurately grasping the aesthetics, and Shen Yanbing was amused.

"Don't exaggerate too much." Only then did Shen Yanbing discover that Her Royal Highness, who had never spoken much, was so eloquent, and she boasted with her eyes closed without even a single psychological barrier—compared to her overly idealized spiritual world, Li Mingyue In fact, she is more worldly than her.

Li Mingyue disagreed: "It's because it's really well written, otherwise it would take a lot of brain cells for me to boast."

Her Royal Highness has even learned the modern vocabulary of "brain cells".

Shen Yanbing believed what the other party said, but did not change his mind.

She tentatively said, "Then do you want to study under Mr. Zheng?"

Li Mingyue really hesitated.

Naturally, she wanted to have more contact with Shen Yanbing's family and build up a good relationship, but she also knew that Mr. Zheng's good line was not so compatible with her.

Shen Yanbing already knew what she meant, so she didn't take it for granted, and stroked her long hair, "Suitability is the most important thing, fate cannot be forced."

Li Mingyue hugged her arm, as if she had made up her mind, "You can try it too."

Shen Yanbing smiled slightly: "I still like that you have your own style."

On Friday, the two of them rarely went to Wuhuang studio. Liu Yu has been in Bincheng recently, and I don't know what kind of project he took on, so he locked himself in the studio for several days in the dark before leaving.

Shen Yanbing and Li Mingyue came at the right time.

Liu Yu went upstairs and changed her clothes and came down, her hair was simply tied up with a hairpin, and she smiled, "Have you not been to the studio for a long time?"

Since the end of the summer vacation, the studio is closed most of the time, and it has indeed been a while since I have been here.

The floor and the hanging picture frames were dusty, Li Mingyue followed Liu Yu into the studio, Shen Yanbing stood aside and listened to the conversation between the two, and suddenly became the center of the topic inadvertently.

With a flash of inspiration, Liu Yu looked her up and down, showing a slightly surprised expression, "Shen Yanbing?"

"Huh?" Shen Yanbing shifted his attention away from the paintings on the wall, "Teacher Liu?"

Liu Yu opened her eyes wide, her usual gentle and elegant image was a little cracked, she asked as if confirming: "Mr. Zheng Dexing, Mr. Zheng, do you know him?"

Shen Yanbing reacted and smiled: "That's my grandfather."

"We met a long time ago, Teacher Liu." She explained, "I was surprised and surprised to meet you in Bincheng, but I came here mainly for Mingyue, so I didn't mention the past, please Don't be offended."

How could Liu Yu blame her, and hugged her in surprise and joy, "I have always been very grateful to Mr. Zheng, hey, I didn't dare to disturb, I only visited a few times, I remember you were only a teenager at that time, right? A little girl."

Counting the years, I feel sad.

"Grandpa also appreciates you very much. At that time, I often mentioned it——I still remember Teacher Liu." Shen Yanbing smiled, talking about Liu Yu comfortably, and the atmosphere in the room immediately became lively.

With the intersection of the past, Shen Yanbing no longer looks like an outsider, and is pulled into the topic for discussion from time to time.

Li Mingyue looked at her with smiling eyes, and Shen Yanbing squeezed her palm helplessly.

——You don't need to think about it, Liu Yu suddenly recognized her, and Li Mingyue's untraceable guidance was indispensable.

This time I came to Wuhuang Studio not simply to reminisce about the past, Li Mingyue asked a lot of questions, which can be regarded as distinguishing some modern niche brushwork. As a painter with less orthodox calligraphy, Liu Yu is very familiar with this aspect-these Art-like bodies are more used in painting and design.

"You have to pay attention, the president of the Lanting Calligraphy Association will definitely be there." Liu Yu had to remind, "Do you know what is the red line that calligraphy cannot cross?"

Li Mingyue frowned, considering her guess: "Written correctly?"

Liu Yu smiled relievedly, "I knew you wouldn't make mistakes—there are too many avant-garde artists now, and the calligraphy world is the same. The president doesn't like extremely crafty or freehand calligraphy. The more artistic and exaggerated Deconstruction, the less it will be favored by the mainstream of calligraphy."

The reason is very simple, the art of calligraphy, from the avenue to simplicity, returns to the basics and the truth, and the word "quaint and elegant" is admired.

This is undoubtedly good news for Liming Yue.

On the way back, Shen Yanbing also talked about this issue with her.

Li Mingyue is very confident in her simple style, and this Lanting Exhibition is the best proof.

Shen Yanbing was not so optimistic, "Each era has its own writing norms, and Jing Chao's style may not be consistent with the modern ones. This award is more due to the aesthetics of the reviewers. A grasp of style is not enough.”

The modern style does not refer to exaggerated patterns and art, but the exploration of the use of simplified characters in the new era.

Li Mingyue now writes with a gel pen, and often unconsciously writes traditional characters, and occasionally writes variant characters and discarded characters. Although it does not affect reading, it can still explain a lot of problems.

Accepting simplified characters and interspersing traditional and simplified characters is the trend in the future—although the mainstream in the calligraphy world rejects it, Shen Yanbing is very optimistic about it.

For hundreds of thousands of years, literati and inkmen of all dynasties have explored Chinese calligraphy to its peak, but modern simplified calligraphy is still a barren field to be explored. Too many calligraphers stick to the ancient brushwork, but they can't grasp the inner style.

Li Mingyue is a person from Jingchao, an ancient person who has accepted the impact of modern things.

"Your vision should not be limited to retro." Shen Yanbing looked at her and smiled, "Since you have come to this world, you should also take on a mission of the times."

The author has something to say: *Poems are excerpted from Mu Dan's "Eight Poems"

The calligraphy theory mentioned in this chapter mainly comes from the guest speeches and the author's nonsense of the [-]th Chinese Calligraphy Forum Pavilion. The theory of the dispute between simplified and traditional characters comes from Li Ruitao's "Mr. Historical Evidence and Realistic Basis that Characters Can Be Used in Calligraphy Creation", the plot is still based on compilation, please do not take it seriously.

I chatted with my friend who is a calligraphy professional, and I was really complained about.

Friend: The words of the ancients are the best!

Me: The protagonist is an ancient man.

Friend: You are going against the sky.

Me: It's not me, it's the protagonist.

So, don't be serious, there is not much space for the theory behind.