Danqing

Chen Qiye walked quickly, and all the things in the dormitory were moved that morning. When Chen Kezhi went back, there was only an empty table and bed board left.

His appearance is a firework in Chen Kezhi's life, blooming brilliantly but fleetingly, and finally silent.

Qin Songxue's work to be exhibited next year is seal script. There are many people practicing running script, so the number of submissions is also quite large, and most of them practice longer than Qin Songxue, so Qin Songxue may not be able to appear brilliant.Even though the percentage of award-winning manuscripts in cursive script is higher than that of seal script, the competition is still not so fierce. If you want to hit the first shot, you must choose a relatively unpopular style.

So this year Qin Songxue focused on seal script.

Dazhuan is older than Xiaozhuan. Before practicing Dazhuan, you must have Xiaozhuan as a foundation to get started and write ancient charm.Among the large seal scripts, the "Stone Drum Wen" from the Qin Dynasty is the easiest to learn for beginners. The shape of the characters is similar to that of Qin Xiaozhuan.

The biggest difference in style between Dazhuan and Xiaozhuan is that one is beautiful and the other is rough. Dazhuan is more personal and tests the skill of the writer.

And after practicing the seal script and then learning cursive script, it can be said to get twice the result with half the effort.All fonts are inseparable from the foundation of seal script. Every calligrapher recorded in history has achieved something in seal script, and their later works and styles without exception carry the shadow of seal script.

Yan Zhenqing's regular script has obvious seal script strokes, especially in the older official script of the Han Dynasty, and many radicals are still exactly the same as those in seal script.

Gao Chengxi knew little about seal script, and asked why Qin Songxue didn't learn seal script at first, but Yi Xiuyun was not willing to teach him.Tan Songxue said to him, because you don't have enough skills.If calligraphy is compared to mathematics, then Xiaozhuan is calculus, and Dazhuan is probability theory, which will occupy an extremely important position in future study, and no matter what kind of calculations must involve their calculations.But to learn them, you must have some more basic knowledge reserves in order to understand them well.

Gao Chengxi curled her lips, saying that with your ability to describe, it's too damn painful.

But Qin Songxue grasped their commonality this time - if a person only learns cursive script and cursive script, he will never be able to appreciate the true rhythm of calligraphy in his whole life, just like learning mathematics, if you stop at the third year of high school, you will always feel the profoundness of this subject .

The works in the provincial exhibition cannot be completely copied, and the size of the exhibited works is also very limited. Father Qin said that the most common size is six feet, and Qin Songxue must express all that he is good at within this limited range .But Qin's father also said that even if he doesn't win the first submission next year, there are still many opportunities. The Provincial Association will hold many exhibitions every year, study the award-winning works brochures carefully, and determine his next work according to the preferences of the judges theme.

"Brother... why do you think that group of people are so annoying? You have to write something that suits their tastes... If someone else writes well but just because the judges don't like it, the work is rejected, it's too ridiculous." Qin Songxue couldn't understand it very much. His father told him since he was a child that writing is a matter of strong individualism, and that he should not be influenced by others. If he did so, he would lose his true self, and in the end he would drift with the crowd and disappear from everyone.

"If the work I wrote next year is dismissed because of this, I will be wronged... It's really annoying to think about it." Tan Songxue was full of resentment when he mentioned this.

"What's the use of complaining?" Chen Kezhi sneered, "Complaining can give you the right to speak? You have to know that the right to speak is in the hands of those people. After handing over the work, it is up to them to judge whether it is good or not. They agreed It’s fine, it’s not good, it’s not good, you have no status, no status, even if you object, no one will talk to you.”

Tan Songxue knew that Chen Kezhi was right, but she was still a little unhappy, and she was so emotional that she didn't want to talk.

Chen Kezhi continued: "They have also worked hard for decades to get to where they are today. Knowing the hard work of beginners, they will not suppress a certain player inexplicably. Besides, it is impossible for a real master to compete because the style he is good at does not match the appetite of the judges. As for those who failed the list, their evaluation criteria are nothing more than focusing on a certain aspect, and the general direction is absolutely correct. The judges are all today's masters, and what they admire and reject also symbolizes to a certain extent The future development direction of calligraphy."

"For example, if someone in the jury group likes seal script to write cursive script, if such a work is put together with ordinary cursive script works, who do you think will win and whose level is higher? It is suitable for judges and teachers to explain the reason why the work was rejected by using this kind of reason, just to make excuses for your ignorance, and those who have no skills will make excuses for their failures. If you really don’t have any works in the exhibition next year, you can only explain You're not good enough and it doesn't reflect how dark the game is."

"Even if you count the black-box operation, if there are disciples of a certain master or have other relations among the contestants, those who are eliminated are those who are on the edge of the excellence award. It is impossible for real masters to be eliminated. They are everywhere. It stands out from the crowd. If it is above the second prize in the competition, do you think the jury will replace the work?"

Chen Kezhi paused, then spoke again.

"You don't usually go to the Internet to read those random comments. They are all self-defeating losers. They can't find any value in life except complaining and cursing. They think they have tasted all kinds of life. , complaining about social injustice is actually no different from a clown."

"You are about to become an adult, you must remember these things. I can tolerate your mediocre academic performance, but you have to choose the same calligraphy and learning. You must make some achievements in one aspect, even if I can support you for a lifetime But if a man doesn’t have a career, can he still be called a man? That’s a rice worm.” Because he was at home and afraid of being heard by Tan’s father who would walk in at any time, Chen Kezhi said this in a very soft voice.

Tan Songxue listened blankly to Chen Kezhi's education. He still didn't understand why the topic suddenly changed to this direction. It seemed that every time Chen Kezhi told him the truth of life, he would be led by the nose, and every word Chen Kezhi said was like Famous words of wisdom, easy to understand but very profound.

And he couldn't refute every point of Chen Kezhi.

Even though they are only three years apart, he and Chen Kezhi have very different life experiences. It is very easy for Chen Kezhi to control his values.

Chen Kezhi was right about one thing. He was about to come of age, and legally speaking, he had fully assumed criminal responsibility and had the right to vote.

Time flies by like a fleeting horse, and before he knows it, he is about to become an adult, and he has to think about many things by himself.

Qin Songxue was a little stunned.

He raised his head and stared at Chen Kezhi, and Chen Kezhi also looked back at him, his eyes full of affection under his expressionless face.

Qin Songxue suddenly breathed out, no matter how old he is, how many unique views he has on things, what kind of waves are formed on the road of life, whether happy or angry, sad or painful, Chen Kezhi will always be indestructible behind him backing.

Chen Kezhi has been everything to him since he was a child. In the past ten years, he taught him how to take responsibility, how to love, how to grow up, and taught him step by step from a boy to a man.

Chen Kezhi is indeed his everything.

"Brother..." After a long while, Tan Songxue spoke again, a little hoarse because she hadn't spoken for several minutes.

Chen Kezhi said warmly, "What's wrong?"

Tan Songxue looked at him, his ears turned red suddenly, and he hooked his fingers to let Chen Kezhi pass.

Chen Kezhi had no choice but to bend down and put his forehead against Tan Songxue's, and asked, "What do you want to whisper to me?"

Tan Songxue blushed and smiled softly, "Did I tell you that I love you?"

Chen Kezhi was stunned for a moment, not knowing why Tan Songxue suddenly mentioned this, after reacting, he rubbed Tan Songxue's soft hair, then directly grabbed the back of his head and prepared to kiss him.

To them, it doesn't matter whether they say it or not.

The door of the study room was ajar. Father Tan pushed the door open with a carving knife and came in. Seeing the two people getting so close, he frowned and asked, "What are you two doing?"

When Qin Songxue heard his father's voice, she broke into a cold sweat and fell off the chair in fright.

Chen Kezhi's heart was in his throat, he pretended to be calm, and said with a dry smile, "Hahaha, what are you doing, Qiuqiu?"

Tan Songxue's hands and feet were weak, her whole body was cold, she didn't dare to look back at her father, and stammered, "No, no, I didn't pay attention... What are you laughing at?"

Chen Kezhi stretched out his hand to pull him, but Tan Songxue bounced him away like an electric shock.

Chen Kezhi's expression was a little stiff, and he said, "It's nothing, I'll pull you up..."

Tan Songxue remedied: "I, I don't need you to help me, I will do it myself!"

Chen Kezhi hung his heart and pretended to stare at Tan Songxue, but in fact his attention was all on Tan's father.

Father Tan came in with a carving knife, and said dissatisfiedly to Tan Songxue: "How old are you and you are so reckless, what are you talking about?"

Qin Songxue stuck out her tongue.

Father Qin went on to say, "Write well. You can contribute to the provincial exhibition and the national exhibition together. It's different if you don't have a Chinese character. This word is very ancient, and the probability is still very high."

Tan Songxue let out a cry, got up obediently and continued to practice calligraphy, not daring to say a word.

Yi Xiuyun was sitting on the westbound high-speed train, and the scenery outside the car window flew by, leaving only rows of colorful lines on his retinas, and his ears felt a little blocked and hurt.

It was still August when I left N City, and now it is October when I come back.

The old man's body is not as strong as in previous years. Sometimes he talks incongruously, his hearing is bad, his thinking is much slower, and he forgets some things from time to time, but at the family banquet, he still remembers that he likes to eat Wensi tofu, so he specially told him to eat more.

After the old man fell asleep, the eldest brother told him that he hadn't seen Wensi tofu for dinner at home for more than ten years.

The man did not flick his tears lightly, but Yi Xiuyun's eyes were reddened uncontrollably at that moment.

The eldest brother said that the old man may die in a few years, so come back and see if you have time, the old man has missed you very much since you left.

Their family watched the news broadcast every night, followed by the weather forecast. The old man sat on the sofa and listened to the forecast of City N before changing the channel to military news.

Yi Xiuyun understood everything.

The sudden ringtone of the mobile phone interrupted Yi Xiuyun's thoughts, and he took out his mobile phone to have a look.

Gao Chengxi.

Probably to pick him up at the station?

Yi Xiuyun dragged the answer button, but before he could make a sound, he started crying.

"Master... where are you... come back quickly... come back quickly..."

Gao Chengxi cried heart-rendingly on the other end of the phone, Yi Xiuyun's eardrums were so shaken that it hurt, so he took off the receiver, and after the voice became a little quieter, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Woo...I have nowhere to go...I can't find anyone...Woo...I'm the only one left...What should I do..." Gao Chengxi answered intermittently while sniffling. There are many whistles in the background sound, it should be on the main road.

Yi Xiuyun's brain ached from his quarrel, and he couldn't find the point when he said anything, so he asked patiently, "Have you looked for Chen Kezhi? It's Saturday, and he's not at home?"

"No... woo... I was the first one to call you... Come back quickly, I will die if you don't come back..."

Yi Xiuyun: "... Can you tell me what happened first? I'm still on the train, so I can't go there right away."

"... oh ... that, that is, my family knows ... they all know ..."

Yi Xiuyun unconsciously squeezed the phone tightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Know what?"

Gao Chengxi didn't answer, but continued to cry.

He was forced to come out.

The author has something to say: stop making trouble! ! !If you swipe Xiuyun again, he will still attack Qianqian, and he will still suffer! ! !