The wind and rain usher in spring's departure.
Snowflakes herald the arrival of spring.
It was already a cliff of ice hundreds of feet high.
The flowers are still beautiful.
She is beautiful but does not vie for spring's favor.
It only announces the arrival of spring.
When the mountain flowers are in full bloom,
She smiled amidst the bushes.
Of all the poems about plum blossoms, Liu Yihang particularly loves Chairman Mao's poem.
It captures the beauty, positivity, and steadfastness of the plum blossom; it is not sorrowful but cheerful, not aloof but possessing the integrity and pride of a revolutionary in the new era, full of vigor and vitality.
Once he decided what to write, Liu Yihang began grinding the ink and then calmly put pen to paper.
After finishing writing, he stopped worrying and was the first to raise his hand to hand in his paper and walk out.
With plenty of time, many people are still struggling with what to write.
The two proctors picked up Liu Yihang's exam paper in surprise and looked at it, as if they had seen a ghost.
One of them took Liu Yihang's exam paper out and prepared to show it to the judges first.
Meanwhile, the judges, who were waiting for their scores in a special room, were also having a heated discussion.
"Old Chen, did you accidentally submit your own work as your apprentice's?" Old Zhou, who was familiar with Chen Yiping, asked softly.
These past few days, he's been hearing a lot of bad comments about Lao Chen, and he's been trying to defend him so much that he's almost run out of breath.
He dares not speak for others, but Chen Yiping would never do such a thing. His love and rigor for calligraphy are ingrained in his very bones.
However, he also had to admit that the calligraphy Chen Yiping had previously handed over did indeed resemble his handwriting.
Chen Yiping was somewhat surprised when he heard this question.
"What do you mean? This is definitely my apprentice's work."
"Are you really confused, or are you pretending? That calligraphy is clearly yours." A calligrapher like Lao Zhou can tell a lot. How could he not tell whether it's an imitation or the original work?
"I swear that was my apprentice's work." Chen Yiping was both amused and exasperated, never expecting such a misunderstanding.
Perhaps because he was used to it, Chen Yiping didn't really feel anything was wrong.
It's best to be a bystander.
"Really?" Old Zhou still trusted his character.
"It's true."
“Didn’t you say this apprentice has only been studying for a short time? Yet he can imitate your calligraphy so perfectly. I’d like to see just how skilled he is.” Old Zhou also became interested.
"He's an outstanding kid, you'll see when you meet him." Chen Yiping smiled as he mentioned Liu Yihang, his face radiating pride.
"Then I'll have to take a good look." Old Zhou was secretly amazed. It had been a long time since he had seen Chen Yiping praise someone like this, especially a young man.
Old Wang, who had never gotten along with Chen Yiping, overheard their conversation.
"Old Chen, come on, I don't believe that calligraphy was written by your apprentice. I advise you not to pretend to be a god or a demon. You can't fake a competition on the spot."
Chen Yiping rolled his eyes at him and didn't say anything.
There's a saying that goes, "Don't argue with a fool."
Old Wang increasingly felt that he must be afraid of him.
She said proudly, "My Qinglin has been preparing for this competition for a long time. He is still a month shy of 25, which is just enough to qualify him for the competition."
Wang Qinglin is Old Wang's grandson, and he learned calligraphy with him since he was a child.
The others nearby immediately chimed in, "Qinglin has been learning from you since he was a child. I've seen his previous works, and they have a real charm. This time, the championship is definitely his."
Old Wang said smugly, "I think so too."
Chen Yiping shook his head and smiled.
He had actually read Wang Qinglin's works as well.
It is indeed interesting, but compared to Liu Yihang, he is far inferior, like the difference between an elementary school student and a college student.
"What, you're not convinced?" Old Wang saw him shake his head.
"I'm not convinced. My apprentice is definitely more capable than your Qinglin."
This is how these calligraphy masters usually get along; they speak their minds directly and would never engage in verbal sparring or backstabbing.
Old Wang chuckled and said, "How about we make a bet on who will win the championship this time?"
Old Zhou tugged at Chen Yiping: "Don't bet with him."
Chen Yiping calmly straightened his sleeves: "What are we betting on?"
"I'll bet you your calligraphy copybook by Wanbaishanren," Old Wang said.
"Interesting. I asked you about your bet, and you're quite blunt. You want my Wanbaishanren calligraphy copybook, what are you going to offer?"
Old Wang gritted his teeth: "I'll use my Tang Qian divination book."
"Deal." Chen Yiping nodded; he had wanted this calligraphy copybook for a long time anyway.
No sooner had the two finished speaking than the examiner from the other side of the calligraphy section rushed in with an exam paper.
The six judges quickly sat down in their seats.
"Teachers, this is the paper of a candidate who just handed in his paper. I'll bring it over for you to grade." After saying this, the examiner gave Chen Yiping a meaningful look, then opened the paper for the six judges to see and grade.
Although the judges were somewhat surprised that someone had submitted their paper so quickly, they didn't say much and just looked closely.
Upon closer inspection...
Everyone was stunned, except for Chen Yiping.
As soon as he opened the paper, he recognized Liu Yihang's handwriting. Although there was no signature on the paper to prevent cheating, he was still his student, so how could he not recognize it?
The others, on the other hand, were completely stunned.
Previously, they speculated that Chen Yiping might have written a calligraphy piece himself to help, disregarding his own reputation.
Now we can see for ourselves that Chen Yiping was chatting with them the whole time and didn't have time to help them cheat.
So this calligraphy really was written by his apprentice?
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