I walked around several studios in the Oil Painting Department, and it was almost noon.
Wu Ziyun proposed to take Zhang Zhong and the others out for dinner, but at this time Zhang Zhong received a call from He Ruchu.
"It's Dean He." Zhang Zhong took his cell phone and glanced at Wu Ziyun.
Wu Ziyun knew what Zhang Zhong meant and shook his head, "I didn't tell him about your coming to school."
Zhang nodded and answered the phone, "Hello, Dean He."
"Zhang Zhong, are you in Central America?" He Ruchu asked Zhang Zhong if he was in Central America as soon as he opened his mouth, without any hesitation at all.
"Yes, why does this alarm you?"
"How big is Central America? I'm at the school. I heard from the students that they saw you. It was Wu Ziyun who received you?" He Ruchu said.
"Well, Dean Wu brought us over for a visit."
"Where are you now? I'll go find you. I'm going to be a host today and treat you to a casual dinner."
"Dean He, I understand your thoughts. You really don't need to bother..."
Before Zhang Zhong finished speaking, He Ruchu said again, "Just tell me where you are, and I'll go find you now. Why are you doing this?"
"I just came out of the Oil Painting Department..."
"Under the bell tower." Wu Ziyun reminded from the side.
"We are under the bell tower." Zhang Zhong got the hint and said with a smile.
"Okay, I understand. Just wait for me. I'll be there in five minutes."
He Ruchu hung up the phone after finishing speaking.
"What did Dean He say?" Wu Ziyun asked.
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "He asked us to wait for him for a while, and he will come right away."
"Then let's just wait."
A group of them were waiting under the bell tower. Students who were coming and going would look at him more when they passed by, and those who knew Wu Ziyun would come up to say hello.
He Ruchu told Zhang Zhong to wait for him for five minutes. In fact, less than three minutes had passed since the call was hung up. Zhang Zhong and the others saw He Ruchu striding over.
Some students were walking towards the Bell Tower when they suddenly felt a familiar figure passing by. When they looked closely, they saw that it was Dean He of the Chinese Painting Academy.
Some students even rubbed their eyes.
Is this still the calm and dignified Dean He that they remember?
When I see Dean He on a daily basis, he always walks slowly and slowly, with the demeanor of a master.
But now, if it weren't for the fact that there was no one behind him, the students would have thought that someone was chasing Dean He.
Could it be that Dean He is practicing walking?
But the posture is not very standard...
When He Ruchu walked up to Zhang Zhong, these students realized that it was not someone chasing him from behind, but Dean He who was eager to see the person in front of him.
It was also the first time that Zhang Zhong saw He Ruchu walking so swiftly. He took two steps forward with a smile and said, "Dean He, your body is getting stronger and stronger."
He Ruchu rolled his eyes and said, "You came to Central America and you didn't even tell me."
"It was a temporary decision. It's the weekend now and I don't know if you are in school, so I didn't bother you rashly." Zhang Zhong explained with a smile.
Wu Ziyun also explained to Zhang Zhong, "Yes, Dean He, I pulled them here suddenly. It was indeed a last-minute idea."
He Ruchu waved his hand, "No need to explain, let's go, let's go eat."
Zhang Zhong and the others naturally had no way of rejecting He Ruchu's warm invitation and allowed him to lead them to a restaurant near the school.
After dinner, He Ruchu took Zhang Zhong and took him to the Chinese Painting Department.
"Which oil painting department did you go to at Central Academy of Fine Arts? Come to our Chinese painting department, wouldn't it be more suitable for you than the oil painting department?" While walking on the road, He Ruchu was still talking about the Chinese painting department.
Wu Ziyun smiled and said, "Dean He, I'm still here."
"Grandpa He, I'm here too," Pengpeng said.
He Ruchu didn't take Wu Ziyun's words seriously, but when he heard Peng Peng's words, he patted his head and said with a smile, "Oh, I forgot about you little girl."
While talking, everyone arrived at the studio of the Chinese Painting Department.
The Chinese Painting Department is different from the Oil Painting Department. Although there are studios, the division of labor is very clear.
Figure Painting Teaching and Research Section.
Landscape, Flowers and Birds Teaching and Research Section.
Calligraphy Teaching and Research Section.
Previously, the school only had the first two teaching and research sections, and the calligraphy teaching and research section was newly opened in the past two years.
He Ruchu took Zhang Zhong and the others straight to the calligraphy teaching and research office.
"Xu Hai, the director of the calligraphy teaching and research section, is here today." He Ruchu opened the door of the teaching and research section with a smile.
There are two people in the teaching and research office, one old and one young.
Old people also talk about [Biquge www.sbiquge.info] He is not that old, about fifty years old, wearing a pair of round-rimmed glasses, and is a bit fat.
The most special thing is the pipe in his mouth and the blue sweatshirt that is similar to a vest on his upper body.
The younger one, in his twenties, must be a student, dressed modestly, nothing special.
This older man is probably Xu Hai.
"This is Director Xu Hai." He Ruchu introduced from the side, and then introduced to Xu Hai, "This is..."
"Zhang Zhong, I know him."
Xu Hai recognized Zhang Zhong, but He Ruchu was not surprised. He nodded and introduced Xu Yuhan and Peng Peng again.
After the two sides greeted each other, Xu Hai said to the student next to him, "Qi Chen, you study by yourself for a while while I greet the guests."
The student named Qi Chen smiled and nodded to Zhang Zhong and the others, then he lowered his head to study after listening to his teacher's words. As for what he was studying, Zhang Zhong was too far away to see clearly.
Xu Hai knew Zhang Zhong quite well.
He knew about Zhang Zhong because he first read Zhang Zhong's books.
Later, I read Zhang Zhong’s poems and read Zhang Zhong’s calligraphy.
The book is a good book, the poem is a good poem, and the words are also good words.
However, he mentally arranged Zhang Zhong's poems and books in order, with the book first, the poems second, and the words could only be ranked third.
If Zhang Zhong's appearance was put into this ranking, then his character would probably only be ranked fourth.
The reason why his poems cannot be ranked among the books is not that the poems are not good, but that they are lost in quantity. Zhang Zhong’s books are not only good, but also numerous in quantity and style.
As for calligraphy, he felt that Zhang Zhong's calligraphy was too technical.
There may not be many people in the country who can write with Zhang Zhong's ancient pen, but Xu Hai would not find it amazing.
People who study calligraphy pursue beautiful things at first. But later on, they want to express something of their own and distinguish themselves from others.
Xu Hai's works are like this. He always exaggerates the most distinctive features of different Chinese characters and pays homage to his predecessors in an almost loose expression, making each character look different and vivid.
However, he was also a little envious of Zhang Zhong. Zhang Zhong's calligraphy also had something of his own in it. Although it was not obvious, it did not prevent his handwriting from being passed down, because his books would definitely be passed down for generations.
People will remember Zhang Zhong’s calligraphy because of his books.
If it were anyone else, this little thing that belongs to the calligrapher himself would not make the calligrapher famous in the world, and might eventually be lost to everyone.