Chapter 250 The Lucky Draw in the Calligraphy Class
Outside the maple forest in Lanzhoudu, there was a man and a woman, ten steps apart, standing quietly looking at each other.
A few breaths ago, the two were walking side by side, talking and laughing.
At this time, the atmosphere between them was a little strange.
Zhao Rong's smile disappeared and his face was expressionless.
Zhu Weirui stood upright with her hands behind her back, her lips were upturned, her teeth were bright, and her eyes were like a blooming orchid.
Neither of them spoke.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Rong nodded slightly, then put his hands into his sleeves, turned around and walked towards Zhu Weirui.
Zhu Weirui had a smile on her face and was looking at him intently. Seeing Zhao Rong approaching, the corners of her mouth curled up even more.
The woman with tied hair and a scholar's shirt slightly opened her red lips, ready to speak again, but immediately, Zhao Rong walked past her without saying a word.
Zhu Weirui turned her head and saw the tall back of the man in front of her, walking directly in the direction of Lan Zhoudu.
She blinked and said in a clear voice, "Mr. Zhao, wait a minute, little lady."
Zhao Rong stopped for a moment, thought for a moment, turned around, clasped his fists in salute, and lowered his eyes, "Mr. Zhu, please respect yourself. You are a teacher, and I am a student. I cannot afford to be such a young master."
After saying that, he turned around, left directly, and walked into the maple forest.
Zhu Weirui put down her hands behind her back, lowered her head and patted her sleeves, and then continued walking towards Lanzhoudu.
at this time.
Zhao Rong walked in the maple forest, his steps a little hasty.
"Hahahahahaha!"
His heart was filled with the laughter of a certain Sword Spirit.
Zhao Rong's expression was calm, "Have you laughed enough?"
"Hahaha..." Gui was out of breath, "Wait, wait, let me laugh for a while, hahahaha..."
"Please lower your voice."
Gui smiled and said: "Zhao Rong, you are so angry, so angry, are you so angry? You thought Zhu Weirui was a nymphomaniac, but it turns out that Mr. Zhao is an idiot himself, hahaha, don't hold it in, just speak out when you are angry.
"
"Angry?" Zhao Rong said goodbye, "That's it? I'm not angry. I guessed it. However, it's good. It's a bad impression anyway. Just don't think of me as a great man. Don't bear with me.
rise."
Gui nodded, "Okay, I'll laugh a little longer, hahaha..."
Zhao Rong twitched the corners of his lips.
He raised his hand and rubbed his face.
…
At Lanzhou Ferry, dozens of tables and cases are neatly placed in the open space.
The students in Suxing Hall were all waiting quietly. Almost all the seats were full, but there was a seat at the right rear that was empty. The students around them were all doing what they were doing, and no one paid attention to them.
At the front of the open space, there is also a long lacquered red table, on which are neatly placed the Four Treasures of the Study, elegant objects and curios. The most numerous are the stacks of white paper, ranging from ordinary calligraphy rice paper to exotic flowers popular among scribes on the mountain.
There are all kinds of curtain paper, and they are neatly arranged in an easily accessible place on the upper right side of the desk. There is no less than one knife for each type of paper.
At this time, there was no one behind this long, carefully prepared lacquered red table.
Mr. Zhu has not yet arrived, and the students in the open space are busy doing things quietly, either practicing calligraphy or reading copybooks. Even Zhao Rong has the impression that fishing in class is always divided into serious fishing and non-fishing.
Fan Yushu, who was serious about fishing, seemed to be full of energy as he lowered his head to write.
The students in Suixingtang are all gearing up, and there is an atmosphere of eagerness to try.
Yu Huaijin, who was in the front row and closest to the long painted red table, looked around the back, then turned back and nodded slightly.
All the students in Suixing Hall took Zhu Weirui's calligraphy class very seriously.
In addition to the fact that she is a rare female teacher with outstanding talent and appearance in an academy where men gather, she is elegant, Confucian, approachable, and the calligraphy skills she teaches are novel, Zhu Weirui also likes to set some small assessments in calligraphy classes
Interacting with others, adding some little touches, and calligraphy art is not like other arts. There is a formidable Yu Huaijin. In this new art, all students have a chance.
Therefore, Zhu Weirui's calligraphy class is very popular among new students in Mochi Academy, and is not as controversial as it is between academy gentlemen and higher-level academicians.
However, what troubles the students of Mochi is that Mr. Zhu, who seems kind and pleasant when getting along with each other in class, is not merciless at all once he corrects homework or examination answer sheets.
What makes the students even more helpless is that there is no fixed evaluation standard for calligraphy. It seems that the papers are revised based on Mr. Zhu's subjective opinions.
For them, after the answer sheet is handed out, it is not natural to see what is good about others who have good grades and what is bad about those who have bad grades.
The words you write carefully one stroke at a time may not be as good as the few strokes that others draw casually.
However, these did not dampen the enthusiasm of the students in Suixing Hall. After all, if you look around, everyone around you seems to be a layman who is of about the same level and cannot appreciate anything. They hand in papers to try their luck. So just write your best and write happily, maybe
I just got a lucky draw in a daze.
It’s not that there are no such things, but there are many.
Full of expectations.
The hours ticked by, and not long ago the sound of bells came from the distant mountains and forests, and it was almost the time for class.
Yu Huaijin looked at the long table in front of him that was currently empty, and then looked back at the entrance.
Along with her, there are many male students including Wu Peiliang who are looking forward to it.
Looking forward to that elegant orchid figure.
crackling
At this moment, at the entrance of Maple Forest into the clearing, there was suddenly a subtle trampling sound of dead leaves.
Most of the students in Suixing Hall put down their work and looked back.
I saw the entrance, and then a figure appeared. It was... Zhao Ziyu?
Everyone, including Yu Huaijin, was stunned.
He watched helplessly as Zhao Rong held up his sleeves and crossed the seats in the back with a calm expression, walking back to the empty seat where he had left. Along the way, he turned his head and smiled at Li Xueyou, who was looking sideways.
Provoking the latter to dodge quickly.
Why are you back?
At this time, before everyone had time to think about it, there was another slight sound coming from the entrance to the maple forest, and soon, there was an elegant figure wearing a Confucian shirt.
Zhu Weirui walked out of the maple forest and looked around the open space. Her clear eyes paused briefly in the direction of Zhao Rong, and then she smiled brightly at the students of Suixing Hall.
"Sorry, I'm a little late. I was... delayed for a while on the way."
She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, met the students' gazes, passed through the seats in the banquet, and walked behind the long lacquered table.
Many students looked at each other in confusion, and then suddenly realized that they had met Mr. Zhu on the way. The excuse for asking for leave was untenable, and she refused and blocked him back?
Wu Peiliang chuckled softly.
At this time, after seeing Zhu Weirui taking his place, Yu Huaijin stood up, followed by the students from Suixing Hall, who stood up and saluted, and shouted loudly in unison.
"Mr. Zhu, good morning."
"Everyone, please take a seat. Xuanji, is everyone here?"
Yu Huaijin glanced back at the expressionless Zhao Rong, then turned around and said, "Everyone is here, teacher can teach you."
Zhu Weirui nodded slightly.
Suddenly a strong river wind blew, and everyone was hunting in their clothes in the open space. Some students at the table forgot to hold down the rice paper paper weights, and the rice paper flew all over the sky. Fortunately, they were held down in time by the students behind the table.
The river wind is noisy.
Zhu Weirui rolled up her sleeves, explored her hand, picked up a brush at random, and wrote quickly on a piece of rice paper for a while.
She put down the pen, picked up a corner of the paper with two thin fingers, and shook her wrist in the wind, only to see that ten ink characters were shaken off. The river wind came again, blowing the ink characters into the wind.
When everyone took a look, they saw a five-sentence sentence: Orchid boat crossing in autumn, no wind or waves will turn it over.
Immediately, the five-character poem suddenly disappeared.
In an instant, the students in the open space of Lanzhoudu felt that the sound of wind between heaven and earth suddenly stopped, and the noisy sound of waves and the sound of maple leaves also disappeared.
The world became silent.
Just looking at the rivers and mountains and forests, the waves and forest waves are still rolling.
At this time, Zhu Weirui's clear voice came clearly.
"Everyone, does this wave and Lin Tao look good?"
All the students looked away, thinking that the female gentleman was admonishing them, but as they were familiar with each other's personalities, they were not afraid and laughed in response to the teasing.
"Mr. Zhu, it's very beautiful."
“It’s beautiful, very eye-catching.”
"I think she is as good-looking as sir."
"What a coincidence, I feel the same way."
Everyone responded and it was quite lively.
Zhu Weirui heard this and shook his head with a smile, "Everyone, please stop making trouble, I am serious. Do you see anything in this wave and Lin Tao?"
No one answered, and many people shook their heads.
Zhu Weirui glanced in the direction of Zhao Rong, and saw that he was staring at the table in a daze with his head propped up, ignoring her meaning.
Zhu Weirui bit her lip, but quickly withdrew her gaze and said with a smile: "Did Mr. Si teach you to listen silently in the last class? Then this class is just right. We don't listen, we just watch the waves. This forest sea, Lidu
Zhitao, sir, I saw the gesture."
She paused for everyone to digest, and then continued: "In today's class, I will talk about brushstrokes first. Recently, sir, I have been observing calligraphy and reading, and I have gained some insights about brushstrokes..."
As she spoke, Zhu Weirui used the river scene and the forest scene to explain the basic calligraphy strokes in a simple and in-depth manner, mostly based on her experience.
Everyone listened with great interest...
Off stage.
Fan Yushu glanced at Zhao Rong and said strangely: "Ziyu, didn't you take leave? Why are you back again? Mr. Zhu knows you?"
Zhao Rong was slowly arranging paper, ink, pen and inkstone. When he heard the words, especially the last sentence, he stopped, then turned around and said sincerely:
"When I thought of leaving you here alone, Yushu, my conscience ached. Halfway through, I couldn't stand the pain anymore, so I came back to stay with you."
Fan Yushu was stunned when he heard this, and then sighed, "I didn't expect Tzuyu to have such a thing as a conscience. I was the one who wrongly blamed Tzuyu before."
When he said this, his expression changed, and he looked at Zhao Rong with bright eyes, hoping to say: "So Ziyu, next time my brothers and sisters come to see you during the holiday, can you take your brother and go out to hide for half a day?"
Zhao Rong blinked and said simply: "No."
Fan Yushu lost his expression, straightened his head with a straight face, stopped talking to his friend who betrayed his teammates at this critical moment, and listened carefully to Mr. Zhu's lecture.
When Zhao Rong saw this, he glanced at him a few times and was surprised, "Hey, are you really listening to the class? This doesn't look like you."
"Brother Ziyu, please don't disturb my study. I'm different from you."
Fan Yushu said seriously, as if he wanted to draw a clear line and change his ways from now on.
Zhao Rong sighed with emotion, and then he felt bored. The female gentleman's lecture was too simple. He felt that he had to do something meaningful in this class.
Zhao Rong said seriously: "Brother Yushu, let's chat. Tell us about Duyou City."
Fan Yushu listened carefully to the lecture and ignored this bastard.
Zhao Rong opened his mouth and was about to say more, but when he saw that there were no students around him who were still frowning, he quickly shut up and realized something was wrong. He smiled apologetically and stopped making any sound.
During the lecture, Zhu Weirui glanced in a certain direction from time to time and saw that someone seemed to be distracted again after listening for a while.
However, she wasn't annoyed either. Instead, at a certain moment, her eyes lit up slightly.
The morning sun gradually rose, and soon, Zhu Weirui's teaching came to an end. She looked at the people in the audience and suddenly said: "Let's stop talking about strokes today. Everyone, take a rest. By the way, we will follow the old rules and have a classroom assessment. It's very interesting.
It’s simple, in one stick of incense time, you hand in the calligraphy that you are most satisfied with, give me a correction, and select the best one.”
A small book stand used by book lovers.
Many students raised their heads and their eyes lit up when they heard this.
Zhu Weirui smiled and said, "I know you are coveting this famous lottery prize again, but it's okay. I guarantee you will like this lottery prize."
After saying this, she took out a small green bamboo tube from her sleeve and placed it gently on the table.
Zhu Weirui was quiet for a moment and noticed the curious glances from the Suixing Hall students, including Zhao Rong who looked up curiously.
She nodded secretly and said with a smile: "The bamboo tube contains well water from Zhengguan Well. I happened to get some recently."
After Zhu Weirui finished speaking, there was a burst of noise in the open space.