"Zhong Yue, I was so handsome just now!" Gu Qin's eyes shone with luster, and he kept praising Zhong Yue, which made Zhong Yue feel a little embarrassed, "Do you know who that person just now?"

Zhong Yue was stunned, "Didn't you say it's from the Municipal Calligraphy Association? It seems that he is not very old, so he shouldn't be a celebrity, right?"

"Haha, fortunately you are not from the Provincial Academy of Fine Arts, otherwise you would have been tortured to death by Aunt Wu."

"Aunt Wu? Isn't that man a man?"

Gu Qin giggled, "Aunt Wu is a nickname given to the department chair by a student from the Calligraphy Department of the Academy of Fine Arts. You know, in addition to the wealthy family who have diplomas at home, many of the art students who have the dream of art have their own arts. Just like what you just saw, Director Wu kept saying that he was money. Not only did he ask the students' styles to be close to the trend of the times, but he even had to ask some professors of arts to ask about the teaching content of some professors of the Academy of Fine Arts. Because of this, he also left several calligraphy professors."

Zhong Yue smiled evilly, "Is this what your father told you?"

"You...oh, I won't tell you so much. Let me tell you the truth, I am the special admissions of the Academy of Fine Arts..."

Zhong Yue was not confused when he heard this. It turned out that it was an art specialist recruitment, which was not surprising. He had felt that God was so unfair about Gu Qinte's enrollment identity, so he felt relieved when he heard this.

"Then aren't you going to fall into the hands of Director Wu?"

"Haha, I am a student of oil painting. The calligraphy department of the Provincial Academy of Fine Arts only recruits 30 people every year. It's so unpopular that you can tell by just looking at this number. Therefore, Aunt Wu is the most valuable director of the Academy of Fine Arts. Because there are few students, every student cannot escape his clutches, just like the aunt in our high school dormitory."

The two walked to a lounge and sat down.

Zhong Yue was still a little doubtful, so he asked, "Since he was born in the education system, why did this Director Wu have such a big prejudice against me and my grandfather's works? Logically speaking, he didn't know him."

"Wait until we go to the modern calligraphy and painting exhibition hall in the city, you will know the reason. Your grandfather's works were not listed in the plan, because this half of the Wei stele has become the treasure of the cultural center, and the special historical identity of your Zhong family, it is displayed in the modern calligraphy and painting exhibition hall."

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows, "It wouldn't be so coincidental that Aunt Wu's work was squeezed out?"

Gu Qin took out a bottle of water from his bag, took a few sips, and nodded, "Aunt Wu's works were not qualified to be displayed in the exhibition hall, because he just became the director of the calligraphy department last year. In addition, the city is now vigorously promoting the construction of spiritual civilization, so he used them to make up the numbers. But unfortunately, he met your grandfather..."

"Don't, my grandfather won't take the blame."

Gu Qin was amused by Zhong Yue's words, "Okay, let's go and visit quickly, and we'll go eat chicken later."

"eat……"

"It's KFC!"

Compared with the previous Huizhou Ancient Culture Exhibition Hall, the modern calligraphy and painting exhibition hall that Zhong Yue and others stepped into seemed very modern, with calligraphy, Chinese painting, oil painting, etc.

Gu Qin looked at a calligraphy work and covered his mouth and smiled: "Why is this work like a painting? I really can't appreciate it."

The middle-aged man standing next to him looked at Gu Qin disdainfully and muttered, "Do you understand calligraphy? Why can anyone such a person get in? Really, young people now..."

Miss Gu's nose was so angry that she looked at the back of her head like a bald man, "I deserve to be bald!"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Don't be angry. You are right, this work is really not very good. This is the embarrassing situation of calligraphy now. In the past few decades, calligraphy was considered an old art, which led to serious dynasties.

Now that we have regained the national treasures, except for the older generation of calligraphers who have experienced turmoil and survived, the new generation of calligraphers lacked the ability to write new things, and they can only find breakthroughs in such an awkward situation, so they have produced all kinds of weird works, which are so difficult to understand."

Of course, these words were not said by Zhong Yuehu, but were often said by his father. There were indeed not many new generations who could inherit traditional calligraphy well. More of them were the works in front of him, focusing on the unique visual effects presented by the works themselves, and ignoring the inheritance of the calligraphy itself.

The two continued to walk along the exhibition hall.

"Zhong Yue, look."

Seeing that three works of his grandfather were also displayed in the window at the end of the calligraphy exhibition hall. On the small nameplate below, Zhong Yue smiled with some relief. No matter how others innovated and were good at doing themselves, it would be great.

A white-haired old man held his reading glasses and kept scanning the Weibei work in front of him outside the window, with a gratified smile on his lips, "I haven't seen such exquisite and pure Weibei work in a long time."

“Hey.”

The old man was so obsessed with his eyes that when he moved sideways, he didn't see anyone on the side, and bumped into Zhong Yue.

"Sorry, little comrade."

Zhong Yue smiled and looked at the old man wearing a black jacket, "It's okay."

The old man straightened his waist, "Are you students from the Academy of Fine Arts?"

This is the fifth time Zhong Yue has heard such a question, "No, we were invited by Mr. Huang Mingchuan to attend the opening ceremony of the Cultural Center."

"Oh? Mingchuan invited it. This is strange. He is such a busy man. He actually invited two young men to come here when he has time." The old man wrapped his eyes in cloth and stuffed them into his pocket. "Others have gone to see those dazzling works, why? Do you like to see what the old man likes to watch?"

Gu Qin had long been hiding behind Zhong Yue, pretending not to hear it, looking around, asking her to talk about oil paintings, and even say something about two or five. This calligraphy... can be recognized by the level of appreciation that this is written with a brush.

"This old man was joking. How can calligraphy works be divided into age? You can only understand or appreciate them. These three works were my grandfather's later years, so I came to take a look."

"Oh?" The old man looked surprised, "It turned out to be the owner of the Wei stele. His family-born calligraphy is good, not bad."

"The old man has gone too far."

The old man didn't ask much, and passed by with his back hunched over. "Now there are fewer and fewer people who can write calligraphy well..."

"Hey, Xiao Gu, I've been looking for you for a long time. When did you see you interested in calligraphy? Let's go, I'll invite you to dinner."

Gu Qin quickly used Zhong Yue's shield to the extreme again and laughed: "Brother Huang Xu, I'm sorry, I promise Zhong Yue that he would invite him to eat chicken and see you later."

"Hello……"

Seeing the two of them slipping away from under their noses, the smile on Huang Xu's face gradually became calm.

"Brother Xu, what's wrong? Your little wife ran away with someone?"
Chapter completed!