I’m Really a Superstar

The next day.

In the morning, the sky is good.

Zhang Hao got up late, looked at the watch with a blink of an eye, and sat up from the bed, squinted and quickly got out of bed and dressed, went to the outer bathroom and washed his face and said: "Mom, do you have a pen and ink?" ?"

Dad went to work.

Mom is an afternoon class, still at home, "What do you say? You bought it in elementary school. It’s gone now. I don’t know which box to throw with it. I can’t find it. You want this? You Isn't the school a holiday? Is it rushing to go to work?"

Zhang Weidao: "Not going to work, it is my leadership birthday banquet."

My mother shouted: "Then you still don't get up early? Go quickly."

"I know, you can help me clean up the bag, the phone is inside." Zhang Yu can't take care of it, quickly brush his teeth, and then take the bag that the mother handed over and hurried down the building to drive.

What about birthday gifts?

There are no inks or inks, and it’s too late to buy them.

Zhang Wei is also a bachelor, forget it. Anyway, Wu Mo said that he can do it without taking things. He will go straight to it, and he will not be able to make it up.

The sun is hot.

Let the winter add a touch of warmth.

The car drove faster, almost noon, Zhang Hao came to a small attic in the North City, looking at the sign at the door, this is a quaint restaurant, two floors, but there is a large yard behind, the size of the restaurant is not small It is very antique, and there are red lanterns hanging at the door. It seems that it should be occupied by people. There are many cars parked outside the door. Some people have got off the bus and entered the restaurant. Many people hold several paintings and the like in their hands. The things that make Zhang Wei look a little confused, in his view, Wu Zeqing's so elegant woman, only a birthday, will not make such a big battle, Comrade Wu is not the character of this love.

After getting out of the car, Zhang Yili took care of the clothes.

"Hey? Isn't this Teacher Zhang?" There is a woman calling him behind.

Zhang Yi returned from a different place. "Hey, is Su teacher coming?"

The person who came is the colleague of the Chinese Department of Peking University, Su Na, she is a big coat, and she is quite thick. "How are you?", President Wu invited you.

Zhang Wei said with a sigh of relief. In fact, he also knew that this kind of party was said to be incapable of his own. The reason why Wu Zeqing invited Wu Mo to invite him was probably because he was giving a speech to her nephew company and was helping out. Wu The principal gave this face.

But how did Su Na come?

Professor Zeng Professor Yan has not been invited?

Zhang Yan said: "Are you coming?"

Su Na smiled and said: "I haven’t had such a big face for President Wu’s invitation. I followed my dad. My dad came in early. He is a calligraphy association.

Zhang Ruran, "So many people are here today?"

"Yeah, it’s almost the same every year. Last year was more lively than this year." Su Na said casually.

Zhang Wei is even more puzzled. "Is it all for President Wu’s birthday?"

"Birthday? You still don't know?" Su Na smiled. "How could President Wu be so extravagant? Today is the 31st anniversary of the establishment of the Calligraphy Association. Every year, everyone will gather together today to exchange literature and calligraphy. This is the main purpose. As for birthdays, an old predecessor in the calligraphy industry and President Wu happen to be today's birthdays, so let's take it with you, but this should not be the focus, mainly a communication and gathering in the calligraphy industry. Of course, if you want to give a gift, then no problem."

Zhang Yu coughed: "What, do you bring a gift?"

"I didn't bring it." Su Na chuckled. "But my dad wrote two words, and he gave it."

"You have all been prepared, I am late, and I have nothing to bring." Zhang Wei was so depressed that when people sent things, they came empty-handed, how awkward.

Su Naba said: "If you don't bring it, you can't bring it. Many people shouldn't send it. It's really not a time to have an impromptu calligraphy. You can't write a poem? You write it. how about it?"

Zhang Wei subconsciously said: "My word is not a tabletop."

But suddenly I thought, hey, I just took a calligraphy skill book last night, and I ate a full hundred copies in one breath. Although I haven’t tried it, my own words are definitely inferior according to past experience. One hundred books, he doesn’t know what it will be like. Maybe he is better than Wu Zeqing’s calligraphy.

Correct

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President Wu’s gift is definitely sent.

Restaurant.

Backyard.

This has become a booth, paved with a variety of celebrity paintings and exhibitions, and some are calligraphy and painting members of the calligraphy association, as well as the works of contemporary calligraphy masters.

"This is Sun Valley calligraphy?"

"Is it a fake? Is it not lost long ago?"

"This is a real thing. I heard that it was collected by Master Zhou. Master Zhou also bought it at a great cost. It is our pleasure to see it today."

"No, I have to copy one later."

"Hey, is this the word of Teacher Cheng? This cursive has a breakthrough compared to last year."

"Haha, President Wu also took out calligraphy today. The word of Xiao Wu has always been so gentle. How to see how it is beautiful, it is a rare sight in the calligraphy industry."

No one went upstairs, because they hadn't opened the meal yet. Everyone was chatting in the backyard. They commented on the works exhibited today. Although they are not officially exhibited, the calligraphy and calligraphy exhibited in this interior is somewhat more precious than formal. The exhibitions are even higher, and internal communication is not hidden. The celebration of the 31st anniversary of the Calligraphy Association is actually a kind of academic achievement exhibition.

Wu Zeqing has arrived and is talking to a few friends.

Today's other longevity master Wei, the age of the old, is about 80 years old, sitting in the courtyard of the teacher's chair, many juniors have said hello in the past.

"Master Wei, is your body bones so good?"

"No, old, hehe."

"I didn't see it, the word you showed was still very tough."

One person in the courtyard, scattered in seven or eighty. Those who can come today are people or family members who have heads and faces in the calligraphy and painting circles or the literary world. They are not all light, and the worst is also a member of the Calligraphy Association. It is also a teacher who has made achievements in the field of calligraphy. Of course, in fact, people come not to be particularly large. After all, it is not a celebration of an integer anniversary. People who have no other areas of congratulations are an ordinary gathering through the anniversary.

At this time, Su Na came in, "Dad"

Su Da’s father is about 50 years old, his hair is not too white, his beard is white. “How come so late? Didn’t you go out early?”

Su Na smirked. "I just met my colleague at the door and talked a few more."

Then, Zhang Hao came to the backyard, but he was wearing sunglasses. He didn’t have too many intersections and positive conflicts in the calligraphy world. He didn’t deal with it. Everyone didn’t recognize him. In fact, some people I don’t know him at all, but at most I just passed the name of Zhang Wei.