The flowers fade and bloom, and the peach blossoms in Xiaohe Mountain are gone, and green leaves are drawn out. The quiet mountain life makes time pass quickly.

In the past ten days, Zhong Yue either practiced calligraphy at home or went to Zhang Bo’s house to learn to make pens. Such leisurely and fulfilling days seemed to have calmed his mind for a long time.

Even whenever he lifts his pen, he will forget the passage of time. Calligraphy can cultivate sentiment. This is really not nonsense. No wonder his father was able to stay in this ravine and lean on the peach forest in front of the courtyard. Even if he doesn't make much money every year, he can still feel at ease.

Zhong Yue's attainments in lacquer calligraphy have made great progress. In addition to the system's blessing, of course, it is also attributed to the calligraphy foundation of sixty or seven years of childhood and the high-intensity copying of sixty or seven hours now. However, when his proficiency reaches 90%, he stagnates. Even if he reads Jin Nong's writings every day and spends several hours copying, he does not increase his proficiency. Now, looking at the words written by Zhong Yue, it is completely different from those written more than ten days ago.

"Master, why have you felt stagnant in recent days?"

This time, Jin Nong sat in front of the book stall and did not start writing. Instead, he smiled and said, "I have taught you all my brushwork. As for not achieving perfection, I only have your own insights and attainments. Brushwork does not represent the whole of calligraphy. Just like a work, the author's foundation is of course important, but the mood and inspiration of the creation at that time are the reasons that make it unique. There are no two works in the world that are exactly the same, so you can experience it yourself."

The background of Guyangzhou gradually faded, and he and Jin Nong stood on a cliff.

"The master's lacquer calligraphy has a proficiency of 90%. Has the refining task been started?"

Zhong Yue was stunned. It turned out that he had reached a bottleneck.

“Open.”

Three scrolls appeared beside Jinnong, which looked like the taskbar in the game.

The first task is to make a primary brush like the one released before. In the past ten days, Zhong Yue has been working hard to learn the skills of making pens, but this thing is completely perfect. According to Zhang Laifu, without three or five years, he can't make a good brush at all.

Zhong Yue could only pin his hopes on the following two tasks.

"Sell a work worth 3,000 yuan. Reward the lacquer book's proficiency by five percentage points."

Three thousand!

Crazy?

Zhong Yue was shocked. He wanted to sell three thousand for just this work. This was simply a daydream. Three hundred was still a problem.

"Creating a work recognized by Jinnong will reward you with five percentage points of proficiency."

Jinnong recognized...this...this isn't this Lu Ban making a big axe in front of the door and selling counterfeit money in front of the bank.

"My friend Zhong, remember my old words, good works, mood, inspiration, and foundation are indispensable."

Zhong Yue nodded, feeling a little comforted in his heart, "Thank you for your advice from Master."

He quit the brushwork system and looked at the calendar on the wall. When the city’s cultural center was about to open, he had to go to the city. Perhaps a long experience would be helpful to his mood and inspiration.

He put paper, pen and ink into his schoolbag, took the few hundred dollars left at home, and went to the back mountain to burn incense for his father, and prepared to go to the city.

"Oh, Xiaoyue finally figured it out? Are you going back to school?" When Zhong Yue passed by the shop, he was stopped by Fat Aunt, "That's right. Don't be idle all day long and mess with Zhang Laifu. He is already in his seventies and eighties. You are so young. Only when you graduate from college can you find a good job in the city and be able to make a name for yourself in the future, right?"

"Aunt Fat, I'm temporarily off from school."

The fat aunt who was eating melon seeds was stunned and spit out the melon seed shells that were stained on her mouth, "I'm off from school? What's the fuss? Well, what's off to study?"

"Which is practicing calligraphy at home."

Fat Aunt Frown frowned, "Oh, why are you still daydreaming? Look at your grandpa and your father, you have been living in the mountains and valleys all your life, and you have no chance at all. If you follow their old path now, isn't this going to destroy yourself? Listen to Fat Aunt, hurry back to school!"

Zhong Yue smiled, carried a bag on one shoulder, and left without looking back. He was about to take a bus to the county and rush to the city.

In three years, he will use these three years to realize his dream. If he has the chance in the future, it will not be too late to go back to school. The ridicule he receives will be ended by him personally.

Who said that calligraphers cannot be produced in the valley?

Take a bus in the county and head to the city. Along the way, except for dozing off the middle, Zhong Yue stared out the window. A year ago, it was also this journey, carrying a large bag and small bags on the road to study. However, now, living at home, there is nothing else to ask for except practicing calligraphy, but it is a different state of mind.

When I saw the city scenery with tall buildings, I was like an ignorant boy. Now that I have a pursuit and a goal, I look at these prosperity again, it seems like a passing cloud. Flowers will bloom again, and no one will be young. How many years can he spend?

"When I arrived at the station, I packed my luggage and got off the bus!"

Everyone on the bus packed their luggage and prepared to get off.

"Little brother, you come to the city to work, too?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Come to attend the opening ceremony of the Cultural Center."

Several passengers on the side cast surprised eyes, "The opening ceremony of this cultural center is full of celebrities. How can you be qualified at a young age?"

Zhong Yue smiled and said nothing.

Seeing that Zhong Yue stopped talking, the people in the car smiled contemptuously, making you brag, and you have nothing to say now.

"Zhong Yue, here!"

As soon as Zhong Yue got out of the car, he saw Gu Qin wearing a long light blue sleeve, waving at him.

"I waited for so long to arrive. Didn't I talk about the car at 9 o'clock this morning? It's ten o'clock, and the cultural center is about to open in one hour."

A group of passengers who were still carrying large and small bags suddenly looked over in surprise and stared at Zhong Yue and couldn't speak.

Gu Qin, who didn't know what was going on, saw everyone's astonished faces, stood behind Zhong Yue, and whispered: "What did I say wrong?"

"It's nothing, go, or you should be late."

Gu Qin pulled Zhong Yue and walked out of the station step by step, "What's wrong with those people? Why do you look at me like that?"

"Maybe it's because you're too pretty."

Gu Qin turned his head slightly blushed, "This is definitely not the case."

"You said on the phone yesterday, what's going on with the donation of Weibei?"

"This is also what Teacher Huang told me. He has been too busy recently and can't get away. He said he wanted you to open a bank account and then tell the Municipal Culture Bureau the account that the amount will be transferred to your account. Teacher Huang didn't say it, and I didn't ask."

"Okay, then I'll go get a bank card first."

Gu Qin stopped a taxi and said, "There is a family near the Cultural Center. You can do it by the way. By the way, buy some four treasures of the study."

"What's wrong?"

"Today, the Cultural Center opened, and many students from the Academy of Fine Arts came to participate in the on-site calligraphy and painting evaluation, which was also a lively look. Besides, there are so many masters coming to cut the ribbon, so you can also give me some advice."

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "How can I compare with the students of the Academy of Fine Arts to be ugly?"

Gu Qin said with a pity: "Okay, I originally had a prize of 3,000 yuan. Since you don't want to participate, forget it."

"Wait, how much?"

"Three thousand. It's said it's a scholarship, otherwise there wouldn't be so many students from the Academy of Fine Arts."

Zhong Yue's eyes lit up, "Then I'll participate!"
Chapter completed!