The applause was still scattered.

Zhong Yue walked to the front of the stage, exchanged glances with Zhao Yongsheng, and took the wireless microphone from him. If a mission is average, no matter whether it succeeds or fails, today Zhong Yue will present the road and the plan that had been paved before, otherwise he would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month.

"I am not a student of Gome, so I came here today not to accept your congratulations, and of course I did not come to show off my power. In my opinion, I won the award, and there is nothing to be happy about."

Zhong Yue paused for a moment. Some people below raised a chuckling on the corners of their mouths.

"Pretending!"

"Don't give it to me. I heard that the first prize in the national competition will be worth 6,000."

"Damn, you can get an entry-level SLR."

“…”

Zhong Yue continued, "So today I was invited by Professor Zhao Yongsheng to come here to talk to everyone. More than a hundred years ago, our ancestors opened a club at the foot of Gushan Mountain in Lin'an, built a site, based on seals, and cooperated with calligraphy and painting, and founded Xiling. Whether calligraphy or Chinese painting, they are our national treasures. I dare not say that these national treasures are already lonely, but at least they are not once glorious! Do you all here agree with this?"

Calligraphy and painting have been passed down for thousands of years, and famous masters have emerged throughout the ages. Even though modern wars have occurred one after another, the calligraphy and painting world is extremely prosperous, with a loud singing voice of hundreds of schools of thought. But now, gradually, traditional calligraphy and Chinese painting have gradually become lonely, becoming no longer familiar to people, and are even more shelved, as an elegant art that cannot be touched by ordinary people. This is of course the heartbreaking place for every calligrapher and every Chinese painting person.

The people sitting below all looked serious because the problems Zhong Yue mentioned did exist. Although calligraphy and Chinese painting are not as critical as those traditional crafts that are about to disappear, they are indeed going downhill compared to decades ago.

"All the students of our National Academy of Fine Arts are all young talents who will move towards the calligraphy world and the painting world in the future. As a calligrapher and a Chinese painting person, what kind of feeling is like when you see the skills you love gradually fade."

"In the twentieth century, we had Bai Shiweng, Xu Beihong, and these art masters who made Western artists admire the disadvantages, modern cursive saint Yu Zuoren, southern Lin Bei Li, etc. Nowadays, masters are in ancient times. In the contemporary art circle, should we descendants of Yan and Huang pick up oil brushes to make their mark, or guard our national treasures, use this sharp and round brush in our hands to splash ink, write brilliantly and draw wonderfully?"

Some people below looked at Zhong Yue intently, while others were still indifferent.

It is true that it would be a fantasy to revitalize the glory of calligraphy by Zhong Yue's words.

This time he came here, not as Zhao Yongsheng hoped, to come to Gome to attract people and to attract some helpers. In other words, what can he do? More than one billion people in China rely on a few of them to promote and teach and educate people?

Too tired is not the purpose that Zhong Yue envisioned. His eyes scanned the bottom. These people were all colleges who entered the art exam and college entrance examination. Their future is not just a painter. Art needs to be thought about, not a craft. It is not that artists who have not received higher education cannot draw good works, but at least these people who stand out from colleges and universities have unknown potential and value in the future calligraphy and painting world.

Zhong Yue took a deep breath and smiled, "I guess everyone is already confused when they hear this. After talking about this round and a long time, what do you want to express? What I want to say is actually very simple. That is, I hope that everyone here will ask everyone to forget their original intentions when pursuing personal honor and disgrace in the future. We are calligraphers and Chinese painters. Perhaps many people will think that it is too unrealistic to consider these at this age, so what I want to say is - please live in the present!"

When everyone present was shocked when he heard Zhong Yue's powerful shouting.

"What qualifications do he have..." A man who was about to come from a question, the senior next to him held his hat.

"If he is not qualified, you are not qualified to refute what he said."

“…”

Zhong Yue took a deep breath and said, "If everyone thinks about waiting for me to succeed and be full of honor and then working on the great cause of revitalizing the calligraphy, then can you wait, and can the entire calligraphy world afford to wait?!"

There was a silence below.

Several old professors from Gome sat aside, looking at Zhong Yue on the stage with moist eyes.

They didn't think that Zhong Yue was doing a show today. Because it was unnecessary, a "Raw Wine Post" was enough for Zhong Yue to make his mark in the calligraphy world and not to make trouble.

"Why didn't this kid talk about the East China Youth Calligraphy and Painting Alliance? It's very good. I almost cried, but should I be nervous?" The old professor of Tianjin, who was sitting next to Zhao Yongsheng, frowned, as if the emperor was not anxious and the eunuch was anxious.

Zhong Yue laughed and said, "So, since time is too late, what are you waiting for? Work hard!"

despair.

tread.

despair.

tread.

Zhong Yue put down the microphone and left directly.

The people below were shocked!

The rumors have spread throughout Gome. Zhong Yue came over to talk about the East China Youth Calligraphy and Painting Alliance. Why did it end without mentioning it? Is it going to be the next one? No, this event was already the opportunity that Professor Zhao finally won for, and it was mixed in this commendation conference. How could he have another one? At the National Academy of Fine Arts, although Zhao Yongsheng spoke well, this was in the university system and it was not up to him, Lao Zhao alone.

Seeing Zhong Yue finished, the old professors waiting for Zhong Yue to use their big moves could not sit still. Hello, it’s time to talk about specific things. Why did this juncture come to an abrupt end? It’s unscientific!

Before Zhao Yongsheng could come to his senses, he looked to the side, "Old Wang, he... didn't he say he was going to the bathroom, right?"

"Who goes to the bathroom when giving a speech? It seems...it's over!"

"I... this..." Zhao Yongsheng looked like he was crying but didn't cry and chased him out.

"Old Zhao, the road is slippery in the snow, be careful!"

Zhao Yongsheng almost cursed. All this was fine, but he forgot to tell the most important thing. Then this speech has the meaning of its existence? Why did this kid make such a serious mistake? He looked at the heavy snow and sighed. He missed the opportunity. Now even if he chased Zhong Yue back, it would be useless.

He called Zhong Yue.

"Professor Zhao, what else..."

"I'm confused, how could you forget about the East China Youth Calligraphy and Painting Alliance? Why did we work hard to do so much?"

Zhong Yue was already walking on Gome's campus with a leather box.

"Instead of recruiting talents for the alliance with no sign of eight characters, Professor Zhao, don't you think that Gome has emerged with more meaningful things to the calligraphy and painting world?"

The snow falls silently, but Zhong Yue's words are loud and loud.

Zhao Yongsheng looked at the vast snow scene. It had not been so heavy snow in Lin'an for many years.

"Where are you? Let's have a meal?" Zhao Yongsheng always felt that he wanted to say something more.

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "I feel like a return home, and there will be a date later..."
Chapter completed!