In the afternoon, sunlight shines into the money tree in the house through the tall glass windows.
Because of the pleasing name of the tree, potted plants of it can be seen everywhere in the school.
At this moment, Ke Yinhua's expression was greener and more embarrassed than the leaves of the money tree illuminated by the sun.
Even though Vice President Han Wei rushed to save the situation and put on her heart again, she was still very embarrassed.
The person who had put the guest's words on his face to please the guest also secretly shrank himself to minimize his presence.
If he hadn't taken such an unnecessary step, it could have been said that they had taken the wrong one, and everyone would have thought that the one on the top was the one written by the guest. However, after he took such an unnecessary step, the president actually still took the one at the bottom.
It further illustrates the difference between the two people's handwriting, and it is clear at a glance who writes better.
Ke Yinhua also regretted that if he had known earlier he would have used the seal immediately after writing. However, he liked to show off, so he would usually only put his seal on something after everyone invited him.
These writers have a tacit rule that only works with seals can be truly considered as their own works. Without a seal, it may just be a practice work or a draft. If they are famous artists, the prices of works with and without seals are also different.
If I had signed the document myself, such an embarrassing situation would not have occurred.
President Li Luanliang was also very embarrassed. Although he won the second prize in national calligraphy, that was in the youth group, when he was a child. His handwriting was good, but the Heart Sutra in front of him was obviously much better than his. His grandfather was a master of Chinese painting. As the saying goes, calligraphy and painting are connected. He understood this point, but who would have thought that the better-written Heart Sutra was not written by the guest Mr. Ke.
When he realized that he had made a mistake and that this Heart Sutra was only written by a freshman who had just joined the club this year, he could understand Ke Yinhua's embarrassment.
It's really offensive.
Xiao Qi: I don’t know, I didn’t, it wasn’t me…
She didn't know there would be such a mistake, because she saw someone put her words at the bottom, and she thought it was a good idea.
I didn't expect the president to pull out her words again, slapping her in the face twice...
She didn't know how to explain it.
At the scene, Chu Yu felt good about the Yellow Crane Tower she wrote. It was neat and beautiful. She felt that she was not as good at attracting attention as Su Xiaoqi. If she were to write the Heart Sutra herself, she should be able to do it well.
But at this moment, hearing the president of the calligraphy and painting club say this, Chu Yu felt her face burning. Fortunately, she didn't show it just now. In front of Li Wei Jin, she remained reserved and modest.
She thought her handwriting was pretty good, but it couldn't compare to the guest. The guest, Mr. Ke, was a director of the Calligraphy Association, so his handwriting must be very good.
But now, the president actually confused Su Xiaoqi's handwriting with Mr. Ke's handwriting. What does this mean?
Su Xiaoqi's handwriting is actually better than guest Mr. Ke's? ?
Chu Yu was extremely reluctant to admit it, but this sentence kept coming to his mind.
Li Weijin was originally very depressed because he didn't get to talk to Su Xiaoqi, but now he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
When Ke Yinhua heard someone laughing, his face turned from green to black, as he felt that they were making fun of him.
The calligraphy association's first high-level welcome event ended in such an awkward manner. Originally, the core members were going to treat the guests to a meal together, and the vice president had made arrangements, but Ke Yinhua refused on the grounds that he had something to do and hurriedly got into the car and left.
Of course, the seal was not stamped, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing.
Xiao Qi didn't know whether he should disappear or do something else. He felt like he was in trouble.
But before she could even walk away, she was stopped by the president Li Luanliang.
Li Luanliang checked Xiaoqi's application and found out that she was not from the Chinese department, but the Computer Department. He had been thinking that he would quit the club next year and wanted to find someone with good calligraphy to keep the club in place. Han Wei had good abilities, but she was not very interested in calligraphy and painting. Li Luanliang felt that the core of the calligraphy and painting club was still to love calligraphy and painting, or at least to have works that could be shown off, so he was more interested in the school girl in front of him.
"How many years have you been practicing calligraphy?"
Xiao Qi thought about how her father had given her calligraphy to copy in first grade, so this was the beginning. She calculated the time and answered in a proper manner, "Twelve years."
"Very good. Nowadays, mobile phones and computers are becoming more and more popular, and not many people can persist in practicing calligraphy. You are very good." Li Luanliang felt more at ease. After practicing for so many years, he was talented and hardworking, so it was no surprise that he could write well.
"I have a form here. Please fill it out and send it to me. Your handwriting is very good. I will apply for you to join the League City Calligraphy Association." On the one hand, Li Luanliang felt a sense of appreciation for talent. On the other hand, if he wanted the girl in front of him to take over the calligraphy and painting club, her qualifications would definitely not be enough. In China, even if one has ability, seniority is still a factor in promotion.
Xiaoqi didn't expect that there was such a thing as a calligraphy association. It was too far away from her.
However, after hearing what the president said, she was still very grateful and said, "Thank you, President."
In fact, it is not that easy to be recommended into a calligraphy association. Even if you have the ability, you still need a recommender, who must be recommended by two or more members of the calligraphy association or a well-known person in society.
If you really know two or more members of a calligraphy association, you can be considered an insider.
It was a complete dark spot for Xiao Qi, but it was easy for Li Luanliang. He was a member of the League City Calligraphy Association, not to mention his grandfather, who was the vice president of the National Calligraphy Association. One at the national level, the other at the city level, it was easy to recommend one.
Xiaoqi added the president's WeChat and received the form. The president also asked her if she could leave the Heart Sutra with him. Xiaoqi agreed readily.
"I have to go through a lot of rough drafts every day when practicing calligraphy, but today I really went above and beyond. Mr. Ke's brush is very good, and the rice paper provided by the club is better than what I use myself."
Li Luanliang smiled when he heard this.
He sent Xiaoqi a message about a shop where one could buy brushes and rice paper. It was located in an old neighborhood in Meng City. Xiaoqi decided to visit it next time when he had time.
Xiaoqi finished talking to the president and prepared to leave. She didn't know what to say anymore.
Li Wei Jin waited for a long time over there and wanted to say something to Su Xiao Qi, but Chu Yu stayed in front of him and kept making small talk. On normal days, Li Wei Jin would have left without saying a word, but at this moment, he saw Su Xiao Qi talking to the president of the calligraphy and painting club, and they seemed to be having a great time, so he was reluctant to leave.
As a result, when Xiao Qi was about to leave, he saw Li Wei Jin and Chu Yu talking in a sticky voice at the door. Xiao Qi felt a chill and walked out of another door quickly.
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