Xiaoqi participated in the activities of the calligraphy and painting club in the Datang Comprehensive Building, and Mier participated in the activities of the photography club in the building of the social studies club.
The student union building is directly for the use of the student union. If any club wants to use it, they just need to pay rent.
The Student Union of Enhua University has become like a large company in society.
The Photography Club and the External Relations Club are both clubs that are not short of money, so they have a large activity room directly in the Student Union Building.
Other clubs that do not want to rent a fixed activity room can apply for classrooms at school. If there are public classrooms available, they can apply to use them.
It is said that photography can make three generations poor, so you can imagine that it is something that costs a lot of money. Not to mention the price of the camera, plus the lens and so on, if you get into it in depth, you can spend hundreds of thousands of dollars, and that’s just to get started.
Of course, the new members are not so aware and prepared yet. There are many girls among the new members of the photography club who are here to take good photos, while some of the taciturn ones who carry big bags are the real enthusiasts. Those young and beautiful girls are just the lively scenery.
This is actually the case with clubs. Many students sign up for clubs on impulse, but only those who are truly passionate about it will stay and become the backbone of a club. Smart students will probably slowly realize what they really like and what kind of people they want to be. Confused students may not figure it out even after graduation.
Mi'er actually came here to take photos, and she likes to post on WeChat Moments.
Asking her to curl up for hours just to take a picture of a beautiful scene is simply impossible for her, as she is very active.
Listening to the senior on the stage seriously analyzing the lenses and what lenses were suitable for taking what photos, Mier was almost drowsy. However, it was too embarrassing to fall asleep in such a scene. She really wanted to post the bamboo weaving video she had recorded for her deskmate on WeChat Moments, but the recording took too long, and the WeChat Moments was only fifteen seconds long, so she was reluctant to cut out any part.
After the tall and thin senior on the stage finished his speech and left the stage, Mier walked over and wanted him to help her make a beautiful 15-second video.
The boy didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but seeing the pretty girl in front of him, he still taught her patiently.
Photographer Mier felt that she had no hope, but it was very interesting to post on WeChat Moments. She listened very carefully and followed the step-by-step instructions of her senior student Chen Jianfei, a sophomore from the Department of Mathematics. She captured the best shots and stitched them together. She could even fast forward and slow down the shots in between. It was simply perfect.
The photography club was the right place to join. "Senior, let's add each other on WeChat... Senior, your last name is Chen too, so we're from the same family... Senior, you're from the mathematics department, and I'm from the computer science department, so we live in the same building... Senior..."
Chen Jianlai: ...
Mier successfully found a math student in the photography club who had eight lenses and asked him to help teach and post on WeChat Moments...
Once Xiaoqi starts writing, he feels completely focused.
This is how she usually does when she practices calligraphy. She can easily calm down and be quiet, and the noise outside has no effect on her.
She has been practicing calligraphy since she was a child, and it is probably the easiest way to find peace.
Whether in the room without glass windows in Gumula Village, the basement of her aunt's hospital, or the bright school and library, Xiaoqi's mentality is very peaceful when practicing calligraphy. Perhaps this is the main difference between her and her high school roommate Xia Zhen. She has perseverance in her heart.
She was the same at this moment. She ignored the camera that was still on, the slightly strange expression of Mr. Ke, the guest invited by the club, Chu Yu in the crowd, and Li Wei Jin. She was immersed in her own world.
A good brush is really good. It makes writing so smooth. It feels more comfortable than when she writes in the dormitory.
The same is true for good rice paper. The ink spreads on the rice paper, which has a special beauty and touch that makes Xiaoqi a little intoxicated.
The content of the Heart Sutra is a little complicated for Xiaoqi, but the article as a whole has a kind of beauty and is very suitable for practicing calligraphy.
"When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the profound Prajnaparamita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and was able to transcend all suffering..."
The more Xiaoqi wrote, the smoother his flow became, and he felt a great sense of touch. He also wrote faster and faster, and his writing flowed fluently and he finished everything in one go.
"... Shariputra, all dharmas are empty in nature, neither born nor destroyed, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing. Therefore, in the void there is no form, no feeling, no perception, no volition, no consciousness, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, or mind, no form, sound, smell, taste, or touch, no realm of vision, even no realm of consciousness, no ignorance, nor the end of ignorance, even no old age and death, nor the end of old age and death..."
Except for people like Li Weijin, most of the students who join the calligraphy and painting club are truly interested. Even Chu Yu believes that she has good handwriting and has been praised for her good handwriting since she was a child, so she joins the calligraphy and painting club.
Another part is good at drawing.
Therefore, you need to have a basic level of awareness of whether other people’s handwriting is good or not.
The girl in front of me has very good handwriting.
And it is very stable.
Look at her standing there, holding the pen very steadily, with an upright posture. Looking closely at her hands, you can find that there are slight calluses. It takes a long time to develop calluses from practicing calligraphy, and it cannot be formed overnight.
A layman looks at the posture.
Xiao Qi's writing posture is about eighty times more beautiful than Mr. Ke's just now.
After all, Mr. Ke is old and has little social experience, and he is a rather greasy person.
But Xiaoqi was still wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, and had no extra accessories except the Casio sports watch on her hand.
Her hair was tied into a small bun with a thin red rubber band.
Some people who happened to have been to the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala yesterday had already recognized the girl in front of them. She was Su Xiaoqi, the first place winner of the Top Ten Singers, and the girl who sang "Exploring the Qingshui River." I didn't expect that she not only sang beautifully, but also had such beautiful handwriting...
Li Weijin didn't expect it either.
He discovered a new side of Su Xiaoqi.
Her calligraphy is very good. Li Weijin himself is not very good at it, but his father is a person who likes to pretend to be cultured. Although he is a country bumpkin who made his fortune from scratch, after he became rich, he became very interested in these things and often invited famous calligraphers to write for him.
As a sophisticated rich second generation, Li Wei Jin was naturally forced by his father to learn all these.
Since my father couldn't wash off the earthy smell on his body, it was up to the next generation. Li Wei Jin had been exposed to these things a lot.
Next to the Heart Sutra written by Xiaoqi is the Heart Sutra written by the previous guest. Although it is said that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, it is actually possible to judge who is better or worse.
Li Weijin felt that Su Xiaoqi's handwriting was better than that of the guest, and said this without prejudice.
As Xiaoqi continued to write, Ke Yinhua's face became more and more embarrassed￣□￣｜｜, because he also saw it.
I randomly pointed to a student whose handwriting was better than mine.
This feeling is mixed. If he were an outsider, he would not be able to see it, but he has been immersed in calligraphy for more than ten years. After being transferred to the Cultural Center, he had no hope of a career in the government, so he fell in love with calligraphy. It can be said that he was passionate about calligraphy and he also achieved some fame in his calligraphy. But it is precisely because he understands that he can understand the difference.
My handwriting is good, but it lacks a certain rhythm. I just can’t achieve that feeling yet.
But the girl in front of me, who was probably several generations younger than me, already had rhythm in her handwriting and her own strong style. Her strokes were not at all immature but very steady. I even felt that she had practiced calligraphy for longer than me. But how was this possible?
Chu Yu also looked unhappy because the scene suddenly became very quiet. She looked at Su Xiaoqi's handwriting and felt that it was just so-so, rather neat, not much better than her own. She was too pretentious, especially when she saw Li Weijin beside her actually looking at Su Xiaoqi seriously, she became even more unhappy.
In reality, Chu Yu's handwriting was at best basic, with a bit more neatness. She was the youngest in the family and always said she was weak and couldn't stand being stimulated. Even if her handwriting wasn't pretty, her family would only praise her. At school, she would always reveal that her family had hired a master to teach her calligraphy, so naturally, her classmates would only flatter her and praise her handwriting.
She rarely practices in her daily life, and only writes when doing homework and taking exams.
Xiaoqi seized every spare moment to practice, and in terms of time, she spent more than most people present.
The vice president of the calligraphy and painting club also had a bad expression on her face at the moment. She had originally invited Mr. Ke to show off his talents. Her calligraphy was average, but she had a good network of contacts, so she became the vice president, managing all matters of the club, while the president rarely showed up.
She felt that the atmosphere was not right because Uncle Ke looked unhappy.
Fortunately, time passed quickly, and a Heart Sutra didn't take long. Xiao Qi finished writing it in one go, feeling incredibly refreshed. He put down his brush, smiled, and said to the guest earnestly, "Mr. Ke, your brush is really good. I feel like you write very smoothly. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to try."
Ke Yinhua looked embarrassed, but fortunately no one at the scene exposed him. He felt relieved in his heart. Probably except for this female student who was an unexpected freak, no one else would be able to tell that this girl's handwriting was actually better than that of an old man like himself.
When he looked back and saw that the camera was still on, he felt a little unhappy.
"Your handwriting is good, keep up the good work." Ke Yinhua praised kindly as he usually did when praising the younger generation.
But I feel a little empty in my heart.
Fortunately, the atmosphere on the scene became harmonious, and the new members began to write on the big table and leave their own notes.
This was originally part of today's activities.
Chu Yu was well prepared and wrote a poem carefully, "Yellow Crane Tower".
It was quite neat. After writing it, he looked at Li Weijin with a blushing face.
"Student Li Weijin, do you want to write?" she asked.
Li Weijin saw her handwriting... it was at the level of an elementary school student, and she didn't know what kind of face she had. She even signed her name after writing. As for his own handwriting, he thought of Su Xiaoqi's handwriting and gave up. He didn't want to write it.
The vice president and several core members pulled Mr. Ke aside to talk, similar to an interview, with several people praising him.
Finally, the awkward and weird atmosphere was suppressed.
At this time, the president came over.
The president is already a junior and has the intention of gradually withdrawing from the group. Usually, by the end of the junior year, he will hand over the position of president to the next person.
Li Luanliang, the president of the calligraphy and painting society, is a man of real talent. He has participated in national calligraphy competitions and won second prize.
As soon as he arrived, the atmosphere became more lively.
Vice President Han Wei immediately stepped forward to introduce herself. She was the most suitable successor so far, so she was very active. Although she had little interest in calligraphy and painting, she was quite capable.
Like today's event schedule.
Li Luanliang came over and greeted the guests first. He praised people very well.
"I've long heard of Mr. Ke's name. My grandmother particularly likes your Heart Sutra and has longed to have a copy for her home. I never thought I'd meet you in person today. It's such an honor."
Ke Yinhua did not dare to look down on the young man in front of him. After all, the young man came from a family with a long history of traditional Chinese painting. His grandfather was a famous master of Chinese painting, and he had to call him "old gentleman". His expression was a little humble.
The other party's praise of him indirectly proved that his handwriting was good and appreciated by others.
"President, Mr. Ke just wrote the Heart Sutra on the spot. It's great." The vice president said quickly.
Li Luanliang showed a surprised expression and walked to the long writing table. When the other students saw that it was the president who came, they also made way.
He saw at a glance the two Heart Sutras placed in the middle. One on the top looked a little frivolous, while the other on the bottom was calm and majestic, full of charm, which made people happy to see it, especially a calligraphy enthusiast like him.
The one on the front must have been written by a student, it's pretty good.
He picked up the next copy and couldn't help but praise it sincerely, "I didn't expect that after not seeing it for a long time, Mr. Ke's calligraphy is so exquisite. It's really rare. Mr. Ke is a true master of calligraphy and a role model for our generation."
And the scene...became quiet.
Just now, a clever club member, in order to please the guests, took out the Heart Sutra written by Xiao Qi and put it at the bottom, and put the one written by Mr. Ke on the top. Because it was a small action, they didn't do it very carefully and just put them in place casually.
However, it is clear who wrote which of the two Heart Sutras since everyone present had just watched.
But after the president said that...it was so embarrassing￣□￣｜｜.
Li Luanliang was so excited about the opportunity that he hadn't noticed anything wrong. His smile was now much more sincere and warm. "Mr. Ke, you haven't signed your name yet. Please do so. I will make sure this Heart Sutra is framed and becomes the treasure of our society."
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