Zhong Zhiwan did not answer, but asked again: "Brother Lin, please tell me first, what do you think of this word?"
Lin Xi pondered for a while and shook his head: "It's hard to say."
Zhong Zhiwan was stunned: "Why is it hard to say?"
"Although the calligraphy seems to be very casual, the writer has strong skills." Lin Xi picked up the scroll and pointed to a line of poetry. "Look here, the strokes, structure and layout are absolutely wonderful."
"And it's obvious that the person who wrote it wrote it in one breath without even pausing."
He sighed softly: "It's amazing that you can write so perfectly like this."
Zhong Zhiwan understood: "So, a high school student definitely can't write this calligraphy?"
"High school students?" Lin Xi laughed. "Not to mention high school students, even teachers may not be able to do it."
"Zhi Wan, you have been studying with the teacher for more than ten years, and you don't even have this much judgment?"
Zhong Zhiwan thought so too, she smiled and said, "Brother Lin, I have little experience, can you tell which school this calligraphy belongs to?"
Every calligrapher has his or her own style, especially those that are unique and cannot be imitated by others.
"Hmm..." Lin Xi frowned and read it carefully again. "This is written in regular script, and the skills are deep, but the style is not obvious. It should be the work of Master Wei Hou."
As he spoke, he took out another scroll from the shelf in his study and opened it.
"Look, this is a work by Master Wei Hou. I asked my teacher for it."
Zhong Zhiwan took a look and tried to suppress the smile on his lips: "Yes, it is quite similar."
In fact, they are not very similar. At least in her opinion, Ying Zijin's cheating calligraphy is better than Wei Hou's.
Zhong Zhiwan thought about it and said, "Brother Lin, can we go find Master Wei Hou now?"
Lin Xi thought for a moment and said, "Okay."
He first made a phone call to confirm that Wei Hou was at home, and then drove Zhong Zhiwan to Wei Hou's residence.
At this time, Wei Hou was basking in the sun in the yard.
He is over fifty years old and has a high status in the art world.
However, Wei Hou has not written anything in the past few years and has no new works. I don’t know why.
"Master Wei Hou." Lin Xi greeted him, "This is my junior sister Zhong Zhiwan."
Wei Hou half-closed his eyes and said in a pretentious tone, "What's the matter?"
Lin Xi stepped forward and handed him the scroll: "Is this your work?"
Wei Hou didn't care at first, until he saw the words on the scroll, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"This is my practice writing." He held the scroll and smiled kindly, "Xiao Lin, how did it end up at your place?"
"Zhi Wan brought it." Lin Xi also smiled, "Master Wei Hou, I haven't seen you for a few years. Your skills have improved."
"Of course." Wei Hou waved his hand. "If you have nothing else, let's go."
"Brother Lin, I still have something to say to Master Wei Hou." Zhong Zhiwan pursed his lips, "I'll be there in a moment."
Lin Xi didn't ask, just nodded and went out.
Wei Hou and Zhong Zhiwan were the only ones left in the room.
Zhong Zhiwan said directly: "Master Wei Hou, I know this calligraphy was not written by you."
Wei Hou was stunned for a moment, feeling embarrassed: "Xiao Zhong, what are you talking about?"
"But this calligraphy could be written by you." Zhong Zhiwan smiled, hinting, "Master Wei Hou has his own seal, right?"
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April 6th.
Qingzhi had the venue set up early and even hung a billboard at the school gate.
Today, not only will there be masters from the art world here, but there will also be many media.
In order to maintain fairness, Qingzhi Art Festival has always been broadcast live online.
It also makes it easier for some artists who cannot attend to find good talents.
Ying Zijin leaned back in his chair and yawned, then raised his hand to pull down the brim of his baseball cap to block out the sun.
She recovered well, but she still wanted to sleep when she was bored.
"The opening ceremony is at nine o'clock, and the first award will be presented in the afternoon." Xiu Yu was teasing Dudu, very annoyed, "The art troupe still has to perform in the middle, it's really troublesome."
If their father Ying hadn't participated in the art festival, she wouldn't be sitting here.
"Yeah." Ying Zijin half closed his eyes, and also dredged up his blood and internal energy, "I'll treat you to a meal when I give you the money."
The younger brother was drooling with greed: "Dad Ying, is there a share for me?"
Xiu Yu kicked his younger brother and said, "You only know how to eat. Even Dudu is more diligent than you."
Dudu pouted his pink nose, hummed, and hopped a few times on his little pig hooves to show that he could exercise.
Younger brother: “…”
People are worse than pigs series.
"Dad Ying, are you sure you can win the first prize?"
Ying Zijin looked lazy: "It's OK."
Zhong Zhiwan was walking over with a folder in his arms, followed by several student union members.
Hearing this, she turned around and smiled: "Then I wish my cousin a good result."
Ying Zijin raised his head, with a faint light in his eyes.
Zhong Zhiwan's fingers tightened, the smile on his lips froze, and his heart began to beat faster.
But in a moment she calmed down, smiled again, and turned away.
She has consulted several masters in the calligraphy world, but it is impossible to write that kind of calligraphy without more than forty years of practice.
Although she didn't know the origin of the calligraphy, she was sure that it was not written by Ying Zijin, so she handed it to Wei Hou with confidence.
Given Wei Hou's fame in the art world, few people dare to confront him.
If Wei Hou said it was his, then it was his.
Even if it was really another calligrapher, he would not offend Wei Hou in public.
Zhong Zhiwan was actually quite disappointed.
She still overestimated Ying Zijin.
She didn't expect that Ying Zijin would use cheating to compete with her for the favor of Mr. Zhong.
Zhong Zhiwan shook his head and went backstage.
——
The old house of the Ying family.
The day before, Zhong Manhua returned from Continental O.
Ying Zhenting returned to the imperial capital and continued his business.
"Madam, the old man just called." The housekeeper brought a glass of milk and asked if you would like to go to the school's art festival to cheer for the second young lady.
"Keep up?" Zhong Manhua laughed. "Does that mean she will be successful if she keeps up? Really? Why would she participate in an art festival when she has nothing to do?"
She is naturally competitive and wants to be the best in everything.
If she went, and others knew that her daughter was not good at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy, or painting, how would other noble ladies look at her?
Zhong Manhua pressed her forehead and said angrily: "Turn on the TV."
The housekeeper understood and switched to the channel where the live broadcast was taking place.
At this time, the live broadcast has not officially started yet, and there are not many people watching it.
The shots were all of the backstage and exhibition room, which can be considered as behind-the-scenes footage.
As soon as I changed the channel, I heard a cold voice.
[I would like to ask this student Ying Zijin, I personally handed this calligraphy to Master Wei Hou, how did you get it? And you took it to the competition? 】
Zhong Manhua's face turned pale in an instant.
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