think mighty

The rain gradually stopped, but it was still cold, so Chen Dongqun left after a short stay.

The painting was hung on the wall, white paper, black ink, deep and light colors.

Chen Andong stood in front of the painting for a long time, feeling a little complicated.Since then, he has come to know that those who wear patched clothes are not necessarily poor, and those who walk with a civilized staff are not necessarily civilized.

Xu Changning leaned over to look, "Is this a picture drawn with tongue?"

"Yeah," he sighed.

Xu Changning made two "tsk tsk", feeling very strange, she looked at the painting for a while, then suddenly turned to look at Chen Andong, and asked: "Since tongue painting can join this fundraiser, then Mr. Chen... why don't you think it over and let Shall I join in too?"

Chen Andong turned his head to look at the young lady, landed on her empty hand, and said with a smile: "Mr. Guo brought his own work just now, what about you, young lady, what do you take to participate?"

"Wait." Xu Changning smiled mysteriously, then ran to the southeast corner, took out a piece of paper, picked up a brush, and worked on it for a while.

Seeing her seriousness, Chen Andong also moved over to take a look. Unexpectedly, this look made him dumbfounded.

"Uh... this is..."

"Modern calligraphy." Xu Changning said seriously.

Chen Andong looked at the picture and said nothing for a long time.

The ink was still wet, but it was soaking brightly on the paper. The words were beautiful and delicate, but...the writing was in English.

"To Those Who Are Reading Me..."

Chen Andong was taken aback by the familiar words, and then suddenly raised his head.

Xu Laoyu!

this this this...

He took a step back and pulled He Yuxiu over.

"What's wrong?" He Yuxiu asked.

Chen Andong pointed to the piece of paper and said, "Look at it."

He Yuxiu was silent. He looked at the English characters on it and said, "This involves the definition of calligraphy. Can writing pure English characters with a brush be called an art?"

Who told you this...

Chen Andong helped his forehead, pointed to the words on it, and gave him wild winks.

He Yuxiu frowned, feeling that he was a little strange.

Chen Andong sighed, suddenly feeling frustrated.

Xu Changning looked at the two of them, tilted his head, thinking that the two of them had some differences on this issue, and asked He Yuxiu's words: "What's wrong? Can't writing English be considered art?"

Just as Chen Andong was about to speak, He Yuxiu suddenly laughed and said, "Your question has never been seen before, and there may be many, many comers in the future. More and more people are learning foreign languages, and more and more people will ask why calligraphy is only Can write Chinese characters? Chinese characters first entered the practical field and then entered the aesthetic field. There were books first, and then there were methods for calligraphy. Calligraphy is a Chinese art. Most of the audience do not understand foreign languages. They just like me You can look at the surface, right?"

Xu Changning hesitated for a while, thought about this question seriously, and then nodded.

She didn't think about the audience.

He Yuxiu's energy came up, and he continued what he said before: "So if a foreign character wants to enter our traditional calligraphy, it will first face the problem of acclimatization, and it will inevitably have a period of abandoning the content and purely talking about the form. After this period, everyone's literacy has improved, and they can understand the content and form, what do you think will happen?"

Xu Changning thought for a while and said, "Let a hundred flowers bloom."

"anything else?"

"I can't figure it out."

He Yuxiu stopped teasing, and said seriously: "Is there a possibility that with the entry of this kind of characters, Chinese calligraphy will be swallowed up bit by bit until it disappears?"

Xu Changning thought about it, and suddenly felt that what he said was a little too loud, and said in a low voice: "It's not that..."

"It's just an idea," He Yuxiu said: "The center of calligraphy is China. When foreign languages ​​pour into calligraphy and are recognized by us, the ethnic elements in calligraphy will be diluted, and the word will be redefined. At that time, calligraphy is no longer the quintessence of a country, because if we want to own this word, others will say that we are narrow nationalism, opening the door of calligraphy means shaking the center of calligraphy, which is a terrible thing Things. Without a center, there would be no coordinates and directions. Without coordinates and directions, it would be difficult for calligraphy to survive. But what is more terrifying than this is that the result of decentralization is likely not to have no center, but to start from a center. What kind of scene will it be in another center?"

Although Xu Changning was young, he was not stupid. After thinking about it for a while, he knew what He Yuxiu didn't say.

The dove occupies the magpie's nest and replaces it.

Lose the right to speak.

She imagined the scene for a while and fell silent.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Xu Shaoqing hugged his chest and looked at He Yuxiu who was talking eloquently, the playfulness in his eyes at the beginning disappeared, replaced by a faint worry.

He Yuxiu talked about art, but he heard about politics.

Relinquishing power to others is terrible, as is art, and so is politics.

A sense of crisis surged up, he stroked his chin, a little lost in thought.

He Yuxiu realized this, tried to ease the atmosphere, and hurriedly said: "It's just an idea, everyone should listen to it. What is in front of us now is just a few small words of Ningning."

Ning Ning smiled, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "That's right."

He Yuxiu nodded, then laughed, looked at the sky outside the window, and said: "Besides, I figured out what is wrong with the law. The word "attachment" is actually meaningless. There is a saying in the Buddhist saying, "Dharma Illegal, non-law, and non-illegal', there are thousands of methods, thousands of methods, just go."

Chen Andong called out "OK".

His sound broke the solemn atmosphere, and then he suddenly laughed, put a dollar on the table, and said, "I bought this calligraphy by Ms. Xu."

Xu Changning was stunned, looked up at him, his face turned red a little, and muttered, "It's only one yuan, it's too little."

He Yuxiu crossed her chest, looked at Chen Andong jokingly, and said with a smile: "What is the purpose of Brother Chen's generosity today?"

Chen Andong pointed to the word on the table, suggesting to him: "Good poetry."

Xu Changning's eyes suddenly brightened.

He Yuxiu's thoughts froze for a moment, and then became clear. He felt the smell now, glanced at Chen Andong, then looked at the paper, and whispered in Xu Changning's ear: "It's over, blame me, you exposed, I asked him to translate your English poems before."

He pointed to the piece of paper on the table and said, "Unfortunately, it's this one."

Xu Changning's face turned red immediately. She raised her eyes to look at Chen Andong. She was obviously curious about what the other party thought of her poem, but she still tried to stay calm. She rolled her eyes and asked, "Mr. Chen's English is good?"

Chen Andong coughed and said, "Normal."

He Yuxiu nodded and said, "It's quite ordinary, that is to say, it's well-spoken."

After he said this, Xie Zhiwen, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help laughing: "That looks great."

"How can there be..." Chen Andong patted He Yuxiu on the shoulder and asked, "Has Mr. He always praised people so much?"

When Xu Shaoqing heard the sound, his messy thoughts scattered, he raised his head, and focused his eyes on He Yuxiu.

That look was very dissatisfied.

He Yuxiu heard him say, "Really, why haven't I seen it before?"

He took a look at Xu Shaoqing, his ears turned red slightly, coughed, searched the vocabulary in his mind for a long time, and popped out a sentence: "Master Xu is naturally... a hero among men."

"That is, after all, Young Master Xu spent ten thousand yuan for you." Xie Zhiwen looked at him meaningfully and said.

He Yuxiu's scalp felt a little numb when Xie Zhiwen saw it.

He vaguely felt that Xie Zhiwen already knew about him and Xu Shaoqing, but he wasn't sure.

Time passed quickly, and it was past one o'clock in a blink of an eye. Everyone was hungry, and Chen Andong invited everyone to eat.

There were quite a few people who were acquainted with each other sitting at a table.

During the meal, Xie Zhiwen kept observing the two of them, and saw nothing else except their flirting.

Xie Zhiwen felt that he had come to the right place.

A few days ago, his parents urged him to get married, so he wanted to move to the teachers' dormitory. As a result, there was a lot of academic affairs, and the moving thing made him a bit at a loss, so he didn't have much time to go to He Yuxiu's place. At this fundraising meeting, not only can you see all kinds of people, but you can also see He Yuxiu and Xu Shaoqing flirting!

The two of them must have ghosts.

After a long meal, when he got up, Xie Zhiwen leaned into his ear and whispered, "Really, what's the matter with you two?"

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