"Stupid! You're going to piss me to death, so you're willing?"

Zhong Yue sat in the cafe, listening to Cao Danqing, who couldn't help but feel angry on the other end of the phone, explained: "Teacher, calm down."

"Calm down? You are your own initiative and you won't write anymore. Do you want me to calm down? Do you still have me as a teacher in your eyes? Liu Tong encouraged you to do that by the East China Alliance? I have long felt that this old guy will follow Shaoxing, and it will be fine. Okay, this is here to avenge your aggression for not choosing the calligraphy department! Hey, why are you so crazy!"

Hearing Cao Danqing's scolding and sadness mixed with it, Zhong Yue felt a warm feeling in his heart and said, "I decided this matter myself and had nothing to do with Professor Liu."

"Then I will criticize you even more. I agree with you when you participated in the Book France Competition, but now you have actually stopped writing. Do you want me to watch you become a useless person?" Cao Danqing said, and suddenly sobbed.

When Zhong Yue heard the sobs on the other end of the phone, he was even more amused and crying, "Teacher, don't cry."

"Who is crying! I have a cold and runny nose! Come back quickly. What kind of breaking the alliance? Whoever likes to raise the banner will come? If you still recognize me as a teacher, come back immediately!"

Cao Danqing is not unaware of the righteousness, but hen is like an old hen protecting a calf. Anyone can do this, but Zhong Yue cannot. Especially when he uses the pen to close it, it is simply digging his own grave!

"Teacher, you're thinking too much."

"Bastard! Do you want to piss me off to death? This semester, you fished for three days and had a network drying for two days, and I followed you, but my approach this time made me very dissatisfied! Suck~ Suck~”

Zhong Yue said: "I said I would not write if I put my pen, and I didn't say I would not draw if I put my pen. I encountered a bottleneck in calligraphy. If I could not overcome the obstacle of "Yellow Wine Post", the future of calligraphy may stop here, so I couldn't write if I put my pen. The next step is to spend more of my thoughts on Chinese painting. Isn't this what teacher has always hoped?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time.

"Hey, teacher, are you listening?"

"Suck~Suck~"

When Zhong Yue heard the sound of sniffling, he said, "You should rest assured now, right?"

"Boy, come back quickly!" Cao Danqing hung up the phone. If someone came in at this time and saw Lao Cao's snot and tears, he would probably be dumbfounded.

Lao Cao cried like an old child.

"Tsk, are you crying?" Cao Danqing's wife pushed the door and walked in with a look of shock.

"Who is crying? I'm having a cold!"

The old lady put the cold spirit on the table, "Then you are so patient, you can even runny nose even with your eyes. Okay, drink it quickly."

"You go, go, hurry up and take it with you!" Cao Danqing touched his nose and tears. He hadn't cried like this for a long time. After a while, he giggled...

...

...

Zhong Yue hung up the phone, put his cell phone on the table, waiting for someone to arrive.

He was invited today, but he agreed to arrive at 3:00 pm and at 2:30 pm. Because this character who invited him warmly was the initiator who recommended his works.

A master of Zhejiang calligraphy, Gome professor, and a first-class calligrapher who enjoys allowances.

Nan Zhao, Zhao Yongsheng.

If he hadn't demoted himself to recommend Zhong Yue, then no matter how outstanding the "Yellow Wine Post" is, he would have been awarded an award and took photos as a souvenir at best, but there would be nothing to do.

Two forty-five

An old man wearing a big cotton jacket and the second old man next door, Zhong Yue entered the cafe and looked over. When he saw Zhong Yue sitting, he hurriedly walked over like he found his long-lost grandson. Seeing Zhao Yongsheng's staggering look, the waiter was afraid that this fall would become a mess, so he quickly walked up and greedy for Zhao Yongsheng.

"Old sir, I will help you."

"Need not."

"It's okay, go slowly."

Zhao Yongsheng had an extra bottle of oil on his elbow. He couldn't pull the big steps anymore. While pulling his hands, he walked forward, "Little girl, I really don't need to support me!"

“The ground is sliding here, you can slow down~~”

“…”

Zhong Yue stood up, looking at Zhao Yongsheng's funny posture, and couldn't help laughing.

The waiter glanced at Zhong Yue who was grinning and silly, lowered his head with a slightly red cheek, buried himself in front of his chest, and said shyly with a trembling hand: "What are you?"

Zhao Yongsheng said: "Two cups of coffee."

"What coffee? We have American style here..."

"What kind of coffee is there?" Zhao Yongsheng interrupted.

When the little girl heard the old man's fierceness, her nose felt sore. Why is this old man like this? He was not tired of it just now, but now...

Zhong Yue looked up and smiled, "It's good to have two cups of mocha. I'm sorry, Teacher Zhao is a little anxious, don't mind."

The waiter looked at Zhong Yue's smiling face with bright eyes, tears fell down, his heart was thumping, and he immediately turned around and ran away.

Just as Zhao Yongsheng was about to speak, the little girl ran over again.

"Yes... I'm sorry, what coffee do you want?"

Zhao Yongsheng is usually gentle and elegant. He slapped his hand on the table angrily, "Mo! Ka!"

The waiter shivered, turned around and ran away, thinking to himself: It’s not that the old man has become bad, but that the bad man has become old...

Zhao Yongsheng finally had a clear ear. He was about to speak, but he forgot what he was going to say. He frowned, paused, and paused for three seconds.

"Hey, this girl's movie!"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Old Zhao, please calm down first."

Zhao Yongsheng breathed a sigh of relief, straightened out his thoughts, and bowed: "Zhong Yue, I'm here to compensate you first." After writing that night, Zhao Yongsheng slept until midnight and thought something was wrong. He was a little too anxious to recommend it with such a strong force. What if Zhong Yue was covered by fame and fortune, wouldn't he ruined a person? But when he got up in the middle of the night and wanted to delete the article, he found that it had spread throughout the Internet, so he could only stare at the screen and sigh for a long time.

"ah?"

"It's my old man, it's not like this. You shouldn't be so self-righteous. If you want to beat or scold, you will be obedient!"

Seeing Zhao Yongsheng's generous and awe-inspiring look, Zhong Yue was even more confused. "No, Mr. Zhao, you're thinking too much." He was very curious. What were these old people thinking? They were all anxious. Could it be that they were idle after retirement and were so idle?

Zhao Yongsheng sighed: "I also know that the reason why you should not use the hidden dragon. I was too excited that night, so I marked your work to such a high status. Later I found that it would be unfavorable for you. If you were drunk with fame and fortune, my conscience would be uneasy. Now, for the sake of the inheritance of calligraphy, you have not written your writing, and my conscience has been condemned. It is all my fault!"

Zhao Yongsheng's sighs and his ups and downs shocked the other customers in the venue.

This... is this old man singing a big show?
Chapter completed!