The first thousand three hundred and eighty-eight chapters spring rain moistens things (six)
Chen Qingyun was right, the middle-aged man did come to Chen Qingyun for something.
"Secretary Qingyun, can you give the Provincial Calligraphy Association a chance?" The middle-aged man is a literati, and he is very tactful when asking for help.
Chen Qingyun smiled and said: "Do you know my identity?"
Except for Lao Ma, the other deputy directors of the National People's Congress didn't know what Chen Qingyun meant. They all looked at Chen Qingyun stupidly: They already know your name, how come they don't know your identity?
"I am the chairman of the Provincial Calligraphers Association. I will study any outstanding calligraphy master in China." The middle-aged man said humbly: "Master Long Qingwei is the number one person in the calligraphy circle in China throughout the ages. It is not Secretary Qingyun who joined the winter swim.
I’ve been encouraged by the association’s affairs, but I don’t have the guts to invite Secretary Qingyun.”
The middle-aged man knows very well that it is best not to play tricks in front of Chen Qingyun. Therefore, every word spoken by the middle-aged man comes from the heart.
Chen Qingyun smiled and said: "Chairman, you look too high on Qingyun."
"This evaluation is not my own, but the consensus of everyone in the calligraphy community." The middle-aged man said sincerely: "It combines elegance and dignity, strength and smoothness. It is something that others think is impossible. Long Qingwei
All the calligraphy is done.”
"What do you need me to do?" Chen Qingyun was no longer polite.
The middle-aged man happily said: "If possible, and everyone agrees, please ask Secretary Qingyun to be the honorary president of the Provincial Calligraphers Association."
The Winter Swimming Association only gave Chen Qingyun the status of an ordinary member. Middle-aged people who didn't know the inside story once laughed and said that the head of the Winter Swimming Association was a pig. Don't they know that Chen Qing's uneven status is noble?
Chen Qingyun's calm answer shattered the middle-aged man's dream.
"Honorary President, I don't want to put shackles on myself."
The middle-aged man was very disappointed. He didn't want to lose this rare opportunity: "Secretary Qingyun, the Calligraphers Association is not a wild thing like the Winter Swimming Association. We go through Pang."
"Tomorrow, if the chairman is free tomorrow, I can go to the Calligraphers Association to observe and learn from the models." In order to achieve his goal, the middle-aged man talks unscrupulously, so naturally Chen Qingyun cannot let him make a fool of himself.
The middle-aged man was overjoyed, and his mood changes were like riding a roller coaster, almost giving him a heart attack.
￥≥￥≥￥≥￥≥,m.¤.c☆om The next day, I heard that Long Qingwei would come to the Calligraphers Association. Members who usually have higher eyesight than Ding all waited in front of the office building of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.
The Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Cultural Center are in the same compound, where social groups such as the Writers Association, Calligraphers Association, Artists Association, and Musicians Association gather, all of which are affiliated organizations of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.
The Cultural Center has a large courtyard, and next door is the Culture and Sports Bureau. However, after this year's general election, the Culture and Sports Bureau will be merged with the education, health, science and technology departments to form the Science, Education, Culture and Health Committee, which corresponds to the National People's Congress.
Today is Saturday, the cultural center is not working, and there are more than a hundred people gathered in the courtyard, all of whom are members of the Calligraphers Association and are all over forty years old.
"Friends, this is not a park. It is appropriate for you to fall in love in a park or a movie theater."
The chairman has not yet arrived, and the leader is the secretary-general of the calligraphy association with a long beard.
On the surface, the calligraphy association is a non-governmental organization, and the chairman is elected by the members. In fact, such an association is basically semi-official, and the recommendation of the chairman is operated by the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.
Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second. The secretary-general considers himself to have profound knowledge, and his attainments are more than one level higher than the chairman. He usually does not take the chairman seriously. Today I heard that Long Qingwei will come to the calligraphy association.
The chairman has not yet arrived, so naturally the leader of this group is the secretary-general.
There is a very deep creative atmosphere in the cultural center. There is a dedicated creative platform under the grape trellis in the yard.
Everyone gathered in the yard, not just waiting, but before Master Long Qingwei arrived, everyone warmed up. In fact, they just showed off their skills and took out a few decent things so that Long Qing could
Master Wei would like to mention something.
Seeing a pair of young men and women who looked like golden girls entering the courtyard, the secretary-general personally stepped forward to persuade them.
The visitors were none other than Chen Qingyun and Faye Wong. Since it was the weekend, they simply came here on foot. However, they set out early and arrived at the cultural center before half past eight.
Today is rest time. Chen Qingyun did not dress as formally as usual. Both he and Faye Wong dressed very casually.
The moment he saw Chen Qingyun, the secretary-general was stunned, and then shook his head: This guy really looked like the former secretary of the municipal party committee, but he couldn't think of any reason why Chen Qingyun would come to the calligraphy association.
"I am a calligraphy enthusiast. Is it okay to go to the Calligraphy Association to observe and study models?" Chen Qingyun smiled and said: "I had a good time with the chairman the day before yesterday. Why, the chairman didn't come?"
"The chairman has gone to pick up the master. He will definitely not be free today. Let's make an appointment another day." In the eyes of the world, the calligraphy association is just a Qingshui Yamen. But who knows that the income of the calligraphy association members is not as much as just taking care of students.
Fei, not to mention how valuable your works are.
In the eyes of the Secretary-General, Chen Qingyun and Faye Wong must be students privately accepted by the Chairman.
Chen Qingyun knew that the old man with a long beard in front of him must be waiting for him. But before the chairman came, Chen Qingyun didn't want to introduce himself. As for the chairman, he probably went to his office.
While drinking yesterday, the chairman learned from Lao Ma that Chen Qingyun has been staying at the National People's Congress recently.
"Someone is creating over there, can I go and take a look? I won't disturb you." Chen Qingyun's idea is to first look at the strength of the calligraphy association.
When their identity is not revealed, these people should have no pressure. When creating, their thinking will not be affected, and they may be able to perform beyond their level.
Chen Qingyun is very clear that in the current calligraphy world, the price of his works is much higher than any of his peers in the industry. Maybe the chairman has a higher evaluation of himself, but in the current China, no one can compare with him.
Faye Wong is very well-behaved. She doesn't know calligraphy and just doesn't say a word. The woman's style is very obvious.
The secretary-general saw that Chen Qingyun was ignorant, but he was reluctant to drive him away. After all, he was the apprentice of the chairman, and the secretary-general did not want to go too far.
Under the grape trellis, a man in his forties with long hair was splashing ink, surrounded by more than a dozen cheering people.
"Okay, strong and powerful, three points into the wood. President Wang has performed beyond his level. Master Long Qingwei will come later and see President Wang's masterpiece. He may stop."
China lacks everyone except flatterers.
President Wang, who was actually the vice-chairman of the Calligraphy Association, saw the Secretary-General walking slowly behind two young men and women. President Wang raised his head provocatively and said proudly: "Secretary-General, it's your turn to show off your skills.
Already."
The secretary-general looked at the works on the platform and couldn't help but take a breath.
If I'm not in the right state today, I definitely won't be able to write a work like this. Even when I'm in the best state, I'm afraid it would be difficult to write at the level of President Wang.
But Chairman Wang has already taken action, and the Secretary-General cannot retreat. What to do? The Secretary-General’s thoughts suddenly changed. When he saw Chen Qingyun and Faye Wong looking at the works on the platform calmly, his eyes rolled: There is a way.