Princess Raising

Chapter 72 Chapter 72: The so-called sincerity

A few weeks later, the teacher in charge of the equal division sent the selected outstanding works to the Municipal Calligraphy Association.

This time, in order to show the importance attached by the city, an important Master Huang Yan from the Calligraphy Association was specially invited to judge.

Master Huang Yan reviewed the handwriting of those elementary school students with extremely critical eyes, and muttered while reading: "These are all broken characters, far worse than those in our era, and today's elementary school students are really getting worse and worse. I've forgotten all of these national essences, children in the sixth grade of elementary school use this word to meet people..."

Huang Yan watched and criticized the current primary school students.

The more he watched, the more depressed he became. In order to maintain his good mood, he decided to start watching from the senior grades, because he thought that the works of senior grades should be of a higher standard, but who would have thought...

Let him look more and more angry.

But the work of judging still needs to go on, he decided to continue watching without any hope, so as not to make his stomach hurt from anger.

But when he saw the junior group, his eyes suddenly lit up.

This, this is...

He blinked, looked at the font carefully, and after making sure he read it correctly, he picked up the phone and called his old friend, "Jackson, I saw the font on those paintings."

After receiving Huang Yan's thoughtless phone call, Jackson asked in confusion, "What font?"

"It's the Liu Yan style you like very much." Huang Yan said excitedly, "I actually saw a primary school student who could write this type of font!"

"What?!" Jackson jumped up all of a sudden, "You didn't lie to me, old man, there are children who can write this kind of font?!"

"You're just an old guy. Speaking of which, you're still a year older than me, yet you have the nerve to call me an old guy?!" Huang Yan said dissatisfied, "You'll know if you come and see for yourself, you really look like Liu Yan style, although I can't believe that a child can write this kind of characters."

Jackson was silent for a moment, "Are you serious? Which kid? Do you know him?"

"I don't know." Huang Yan said while flipping through the materials in his hand, "This person's name is... Luo Xue, it seems to be a little girl's name, I didn't expect to be able to write such a word."

"Little girl?" Jackson repeated lightly, "I really want to meet this little girl."

"There is a chance." Huang Yan said with a smile, "I decided to choose her as the champion of the junior group of the elementary school calligraphy competition. I will present her with an award. If you want to see her, you will naturally be able to see her on the day of the award."

"When is the award?" Jackson asked.

"I know you are busy." Huang Yan said with a little dissatisfaction while checking the calendar, "But even if it's not to see this kid, come and visit my old friend's head office. The award will be on the first of next month. If you want to see it, you can come to the Writers Association that morning."

Jackson pondered for a moment, "Okay, I will definitely go there on the [-]st of next month when I have time."

Only then did Huang Yan hang up the phone contentedly, looking at the Liu Yan body, he felt very strange.

Which elementary school student can write this kind of Liuyan script that even those in the Calligraphy Association rarely know.

He was also very curious about this Luo Xue.

There is no way, it is really rare for elementary school students who can write decent brush characters nowadays.Especially when the child is only in the second grade, it is even rarer. He is a good seedling and can be cultivated.

When Luo Xue received the notice to accept the award, she was also stunned.

She read the list several times, and then asked Teacher Liu, "Teacher, is this really... the champion?"

Teacher Liu nodded with a smile on her face, "Yes, champion, the teacher wants to congratulate you. Go to the Calligraphy Association this weekend to receive the award." It really gave her face, the champion, um, the prize money this month is estimated to be much a little.

"Okay, thank you teacher." Luo Xue smiled.

In fact, winning the award was a bit unexpected, but it was reasonable after all. As an ancient person who has practiced calligraphy for so many years, if she is no better than a group of elementary school students, it would be a waste of so much of her master's teaching.

After school, Luo Xue handed over the award receipt to Zhao Qing immediately. Zhao Qing opened his mouth in embarrassment this time, looked at her in amazement, looked her up and down, "Xiaoxue , You actually won the championship."

"That's right." She said with a smile, "Brother Zhao Qing, you lost. Go home and cook tonight."

Zhao Qing shook his head, still can't believe what happened before. Calligraphy is not accomplished overnight, it needs constant practice, but as far as he knows, Luo Xue seems to have never actively practiced at home, how did he do it... …

After returning home, Zhao Qing walked towards the kitchen very consciously. Zhang Dingyue looked at him in surprise, and then asked, "Son, what stimulated you? You want to cook today?"

Zhao Qing blacked out, "I'm not stimulated."

"Is that mentally abnormal?" Zhang Dingyue continued to ask.

"I'm normal." Zhao Qing said angrily, and then couldn't help but turn around to say something to Zhang Dingyue, but then his eyes narrowed, and he saw a familiar figure by the door, his smile became a little deeper, a little With malicious intentions, "Mom, are you still free to care about me?"

"Why do I..." Zhang Dingyue was halfway through speaking, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. She turned her head and found that Zhao Zhihai, who had disappeared for a few days, was standing at the door, looking at her deeply.

She suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Frankly speaking, it was beyond her expectation that Zhao Zhihai could endure her for so many days...

"Dad will come to see us in two days, you can go back with me." Zhao Zhihai said softly.

"Dad is coming?" Zhang Dingyue's heart trembled, Mr. Zhao rarely left City B, why did he leave this time?

"Well, an old friend's child got married." Zhao Zhihai nodded lightly, "So come back with me. Dad came back and saw this... not good."

"It's nothing bad." Zhang Dingyue looked calm, even a little indifferent, "It's good to let Dad know what you did."

Zhao Zhihai's face changed slightly, "After so many days, can you still not feel my sincerity?"

Zhang Dingyue shook his head, "I can't feel it."

There was some trace of anger in Zhao Zhihai's eyes, and he approached Zhang Dingyue step by step. Zhang Dingyue suddenly felt some ominous premonition in his heart, and asked cautiously while backing away: "What do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do?" Zhao Zhihai suddenly smiled, very wickedly, he rushed to Zhang Dingyue, picked her up, and walked upstairs directly.

Zhou's mother thought about it and did not stop her. After all, it is a matter between husband and wife, and it is not easy for her to intervene.

Zhang Dingyue kept calling Zhao Qing's name, but it was a pity that Zhao Qing was cooking in the kitchen and didn't hear anything at all, so Zhang Dingyue was carried back to the room by Zhao Zhihai...

Luo Xue went to the kitchen and told Zhao Qing about it, but Zhao Qing only responded lightly without answering.

She couldn't help asking: "Brother Zhao Qing, don't you go...to see?"

"What are you looking at?" Zhao Qing asked calmly, "The husband and wife are locked in the room, why should I join in the fun, and maybe I will ruin something good."

(End of this chapter)