The first thousand three hundred and eighty-nine chapters spring rain moistens things (seven)
"Two friends are the chairman's disciples, and they came to the calligraphy association today to observe and learn from the calligraphy. Everyone happened to be here, so they asked him to write a few words so that everyone could point them out in a targeted manner."
The secretary-general was slippery, knowing that he could not defeat President Wang today, so he immediately pointed the finger at Chen Qingyun.
"Today's party will be a lot more colorful with the presence of two outstanding young men." President Wang's eyes lit up when he saw Chen Qingyun and Faye Wong, and he suddenly wanted to tease them: "Come on, come on, since it's the chairman's
Master, show us your skills and open your eyes."
Chen Qingyun smiled and said: "I am a guest invited by the chairman, not his apprentice. Don't misunderstand me."
If Chen Qingyun doesn't explain, it will definitely be the chairman who will be embarrassed after the incident.
"Be kind, I admire you more and more." Faye Wong winked at Chen Qingyun without revealing Chen Qingyun's identity.
"Guests are welcome, just show us your hands." The secretary-general felt guilty. As long as he was not allowed to appear, it didn't matter who would make a fool of himself.
The president's psychology is exactly the opposite of that of the secretary-general, but the purpose is the same, to make Chen Qingyun make a fool of himself.
"Brother, modesty is a virtue, but excessive modesty is disrespectful to your predecessors."
Chen Qingyun smiled and said: "Okay, let's show off our embarrassment."
Seeing Chen Qingyun overestimating his abilities, everyone present laughed happily. It had been a long time since I saw someone challenging Beidou, the master of calligraphy circles in S Province, and it was a guy whose hair had not yet fully grown. How could these people be unhappy?
"Oh, we saw the golden couple frying fried dough sticks at the breakfast stall, weren't they the same ones?" Two people in the crowd whispered.
Another person replied: "Yes, it's them. It's like a golden phoenix flew out of the chicken coop. A family like that can actually train such talents."
"They must be college students at school. We often go to that breakfast stall, and the business is average. When this golden couple stopped by the stall, the business increased several times."
"The afternoon before yesterday, I accompanied an art friend to the construction site to collect photos, and I also saw this golden couple." Another person also came over.
"What are they doing at the construction site?"
"Selling glutinous rice balls, the big bowls sell for one yuan, and the bowls sell for three yuan. Look, the guy's head is broken by the door.
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"How's business?"
"It's cheap. It didn't take much effort. All the large bowls were sold out. There were only three bowls of small bowls. It's a pity that only one bowl was sold."
"It's really enviable for poor people's children to become rich early and have children like this."
"No, they are not children from poor families." At this time, another person stepped in: "When I got off work two days ago, it suddenly started raining heavily. Outside the gate of Southwest Polytechnic University, I saw someone giving free handouts to poor students.
At least hundreds of umbrellas were given out. Children from poor families? You are mistaken."
"Is there such a thing?" Several calligraphers who were discussing looked at Chen Qingyun and Faye Wong with a little more speculation.
Chen Qingyun and Faye Wong listened to everyone's comments, and they looked at each other and smiled. Yes, they did go to the construction site to sell glutinous rice balls the day before yesterday, but their glutinous rice balls had a lot of ingredients added, especially the bowls.
, which contains spiritual fruits brought from the secret realm of Ziwei Mountain.
At this time, the chairman of the National People's Congress, who had not picked up Chen Qingyun, happened to drive into the cultural center. He did not see that among the crowd under the grape trellis, the person he wanted to pick up was Chen Qingyun.
The chairman thought that Chen Qingyun had broken the appointment, and he felt very unhappy. Chen Qingyun's answer yesterday was an understatement. The chairman had not had much hope. It was just that the secretary-general of the calligraphy association kept picking on him and wanted to oust him, and the chairman's
Without speaking strictly, he revealed the news that Chen Qingyun would come to the Calligraphy Association today. Everyone heard about it and gathered at the Calligraphy Association. Now that he could not bear his morals, the chairman had to consider how to deal with the censure of the secretary-general.
"It's over, it's over. We have important things today. Let's go back first." The chairman pushed aside the crowd and saw Chen Qingyun standing in front of the platform with candy, his eyes bulging like round ping pong balls.
Chen Qingyun knew that the chairman had arrived, but he ignored him. Since he was going to come to the calligraphy association to communicate, Chen Qingyun was not prepared to hide his clumsiness.
When he saw the chairman yesterday, Chen Qingyun already had a plan: in the past, too much emphasis on official status was actually not conducive to practice. Among other things, at least Long Qingwei's pen name, Chen Qingyun did not intend to continue to hide it.
The Secretary-General of the Calligraphy Association did not know Chen Qingyun, but Chen Qingyun recognized this person at a glance. After reading the files of various prominent figures in Chengdu, Chen Qingyun easily remembered these people. Chen Qingyun knew this person's mind very clearly.
I didn’t care about it, but just went with the flow.
"Chairman, come here quickly, your disciple is preparing to perform." The secretary-general deliberately wanted to hate the chairman, and shouted loudly as soon as he saw him.
"My disciple?" The chairman was puzzled, and when he came in to take a look, he immediately became happy.
Literati look down on each other, and in places like the Calligraphy Association where literati gather, things get in the way more than in other units. A few calligraphers who think they have deep foundations in calligraphy, such as the chairman, secretary-general, President Wang and others,
They were very unhappy with each other.
Today, President Wang was stimulated by Long Qingwei's upcoming arrival and wrote a good work, and then challenged the Secretary-General. The Secretary-General did not dare to challenge and immediately introduced Chen Qingyun. But the Chairman caught up with this scene and did not expose it.
Chen Qingyun is Long Qingwei, and his purpose is to make the Secretary-General and Chairman Wang suffer.
Chen Qingyun was too lazy to think carefully about the calculations between literati, so he picked up a pen and wrote down a random paragraph.
"The water flowing down the mountain is unintentional, and the clouds returning to the cave are unintentional; if life is like clouds and water, iron trees will bloom all over the world in spring."
The strokes are round and rhyme, and each stroke reveals decades of skill. The thick ink is condensed and does not disperse, as if it were carved on the rice paper on the platform.
Chen Qingyun's mood at this moment is completely integrated into the writing. He has no intention of competing in officialdom, but he still has to look for opportunities in the world of mortals and cannot continue. This passage is a true portrayal of his mood at this moment.
When Chen Qingyun picked up the pen, a faint coercion spread around. The grape trellis was originally noisy, but when the coercion came over, there was suddenly silence.
After finishing writing, the expressions of the people present were even more exaggerated: they all opened their mouths so big that a big duck egg could fit into their mouths.
"Secretary Qingyun, it turns out you are already here." The chairman separated the crowd and squeezed to Chen Qingyun's side: "What a good calligraphy, what a good calligraphy. Secretary Qingyun, is this calligraphy painting?"
It turned out to be Chen Qingyun. The Secretary-General really wanted to slap himself in the face. When he was stunned just now, the Secretary-General felt that this young man looked like Chen Qingyun, but based on the Secretary-General's mind, he judged that the dignified Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee could not act so lightly.
Came to them and missed a good opportunity.
Hearing that it was Chen Qingyun, the grape trellis became lively at this moment, and flattering words were like a volcano erupting, rushing towards Chen Qingyun.
"Leave it to the Calligraphers Association as a souvenir." Chen Qingyun wrote and signed it.
The scene fell into silence again: it turned out that Secretary Chen Qingyun was Long Qingwei, a well-known figure in the Chinese calligraphy world. The thinking of this group of people did not work.
The chairman struck while the iron was hot: "Secretary Qingyun, the Calligraphers Association has another unkind invitation."