top appraiser

Chapter 100 You Wrote This?
Chapter 100. You wrote this?
As soon as she heard these four words written, Chen Sijia felt a little wilted. It was obvious that her mental quality was not strong enough.

But at this time, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all ready, and the middle-aged woman cheered with confidence, forcing him to go to the podium.

When he was scratching the ink and didn't know how to write, he saw Xiao Fei beside him pressing the rice paper, splashing ink and brushing the brush. In an instant, four large characters fell on the paper:

Honesty!

This character is pure regular script, with a correct layout and simple strokes. It is an entry-level font, so most of the parents present can recognize it.

They may not be able to tell whether the brushwork is good or bad, or whether the momentum is good or bad, but they all witnessed Xiaofei's pen writing just now, and they were calm and composed, and the whole word was completed in one go without any stagnation.

No matter how ignorant they are, the demeanor of this school of masters alone is enough to make people heartbroken.

I was silent for a while.

Xiaofei put down the pen gently after finishing writing, and walked aside without saying a word.

The middle-aged woman patted her son on the shoulder:

"Write, baby, don't be influenced by her, we must be better at writing than her."

Chen Sijia woke up with a start, and the brush she lifted slowly fell down.

But the more I wrote, the more irritable I became, and the tension doubled. The sweat dripped down my forehead little by little, almost as much as the ink on the paper, and at the same time, I unconsciously glanced aside.

All the parents were surprised when they saw each other. One of them finished writing early, while the other scratched his head, couldn't finish writing, and kept looking at others. This scene was similar to what Chen Sijia described just now, but it was completely opposite.

Could it be that this child is really so kind-hearted, deliberately giving way?
Soon, they realized that they were wrong. The little boy was just nervous. He even wanted to smear on it a few times, but the middle-aged woman reminded him in time, so he held back.

Even so, it took a quarter of an hour to complete a piece of calligraphy. It was a piece of cursive calligraphy.

The middle-aged woman frowned, thinking that her son was out of shape today and obviously didn't perform at his best, but fortunately, the little girl's handwriting didn't seem to be anything special.

Seeing that everyone was about to open their mouths to discuss, he hurriedly said:

"Fortunately, both pictures look pretty good."

"Oh, really? I thought Chen Sijia wrote better?"

Ren Ping said coldly, his tone full of sarcasm.

The middle-aged woman's face became hot:
"Everyone has its own merits. What do you mean by that? Do you know calligraphy?"

"I don't understand you, but didn't your son almost win the grand prize for his handwriting? How could he be at the same level as Xiao Fei?"

After finishing speaking, he ignored her and turned to the two parents beside him:

"This gentleman, and this lady, I would like to trouble you both to take these two pictures and ask the teacher to judge and see which one is better, okay? One thing, you don't need to say who wrote which one beforehand. Listen to what the teacher says."

The two nodded, and carefully picked up the two words.

"I'll take them there."

Teacher Li on the side interjected, before he could finish speaking, he was stopped by Ren Ping:
"Forget it, Teacher Li, it's not like they don't know the way."

The implication is that she is clearly afraid that her teacher will play tricks.

Teacher Li blushed immediately, but he couldn't say it directly, so he gave Ren Ping a hard look.

At this time, the two parents had already left, and the rest of the people discussed in low voices. They all felt that Xiaofei's handwriting seemed to be better, but they couldn't tell what was better, and could only wait for the teacher to judge.

As for Chen Sijia, more and more people have begun to doubt the authenticity of his words:

"Isn't he known as a calligraphy prodigy, no matter how he writes, he is awkward and uncomfortable at all?"

"That's right, he almost had to erase it just now. It was a joke. Do you think he was lying? The calligraphy that won the special prize was originally written by Wen Fei?"

"I don't know, I've never heard that this little girl can write calligraphy, but I can see that she does have a lot of skills."

Amidst the discussions, Chen Sijia had long since lost her previous arrogance, only her face was pale.

The middle-aged woman on the side is still cheering him up:

"Good son, it's okay. It's normal to not perform well for a while, but it doesn't mean anything. Mom knows you are much better than that thief."

"Mom, I feel sick to my stomach, why don't we go first?"

"Come on, it didn't come out again, there are so many parents waiting here, good boy..."

A quarter of an hour later, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor, and everyone knew that there was a result.

Ren Ping just left Teacher Li behind, and specially asked the two parents to go to the teacher to judge, in order to prevent anyone from causing trouble.

However, it turned out that he was overthinking. When the classroom door opened, not two but three people walked in. Apart from the two parents, there was also an old man with a long gray beard and a wrinkled face.

This old man is naturally the calligraphy teacher of the school. Some parents may not know him, but some know that his name is Meng Bailan. He is a well-known expert in Nanling calligraphy. It was only after he was able to use his spare energy in the youth calligraphy career that he took a temporary position at Boya Primary School.

Speaking of which, this teacher Meng is not at school every day, but it just happened to happen today, and the two parents hurried over as soon as they took out the two pictures and asked him to judge.

"Teacher Meng, why are you here?"

Seeing Meng Bailan, Teacher Li couldn't help being a little surprised, thinking that apart from the calligraphy class, it's rare to see him once a month, why is it such a coincidence today?
She knew Meng Bailan's identity, and even the judges in the previous calligraphy competition could only call him a disciple, and his status was unknown, so she immediately asked him to take a seat.

Meng Bailan ignored it, and under the guidance of the two parents, went straight to Ren Ping, with suspicion on his face:

"You wrote this?"

As he spoke, he opened the block letter of honesty and trustworthiness in Zhang Kai's hand.

Ren Ping didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pointed to Xiao Fei beside him:

"It's not me, it's her."

As a result, Meng Bailan became even more suspicious, almost to the point of astonishment, bent down and repeated:
"You wrote this?"

Xiao Fei nodded, looking calm, but did not speak.

Meng Bailan saw that the ink on the rice paper was still wet, so it was obviously a new work, and everyone present nodded, so she had no choice but to dispel her doubts.

But if this is true, then the calligraphy concept he has believed in for 70 years will be hit hard.

"Mr. Meng, is this handwriting well?"

Seeing Meng Bailan opened the picture and read it again and again, with an expression of surprise and admiration, someone couldn't help asking.

Meng Bailan trembled slightly when she heard this, and nodded excitedly:

"Okay! Of course!"

The emotion was so intense that it almost seemed like irony.

"What about the other one?"

"Another picture of what?"

Meng Bailan was taken aback.

The others were also taken aback, looking at the two parents just now, wondering if they were for you to judge?Did you just watch
The two of them smiled bitterly, thinking that Teacher Meng only looked at Wen Fei's picture and then hurried over. They couldn't hold him back, so how could they have time to look at the other picture?
Immediately, he also took out Chen Sijia's words, and before handing them over, the middle-aged woman snatched them away and opened them:

"Mr. Meng, this is written by my son Chen Sijia. He also took your calligraphy class. What do you think?"

Meng Bailan was a little absent-minded, but when she looked over, she couldn't help frowning, her face a bit ugly:

"Cursive script? How can this be a font that elementary school students should learn? When did I teach cursive script here?"

"Yes, yes, did you teach it? He has also learned it in other places, and he has learned it for more than three years."

"That's not right. When learning calligraphy, you not only learn the fonts, but also look at the meaning of the words. The two must be consistent. Take the four words of honesty and trustworthiness as an example. It can be regular script, official script, feasible, and even seal script. Only cursive script... ...Hehe, unless you become famous, you can just do whatever you want. Where did a child like him learn this?"

"Teacher Meng, let's not talk about this first, just look at how it is written?"

The middle-aged woman repeated it for the third time, almost dying of panic.

Only then did Meng Bailan curl her lips:
"It's okay, it's just a child's work."

Upon hearing this, everyone knew that it was a perfunctory word. Compared with the previous comments on Wen Fei's works, it was a judgment call.

At this time, Meng Bailan had no intention of paying attention to others, and only cared about talking with Wen Fei in private. Although the little girl seemed lukewarm and didn't pay much attention to herself, she couldn't care less.

Ren Ping sneered:
"What's the matter? The result has already been obtained. Call the police, Mr. Li."

"Why do you want to call the police again?"

Teacher Li wants to cry but has no tears.

"Why didn't you report it? Xiaofei's handwriting is better if it is clearly stated. This is admitted by Teacher Meng. So, is there any doubt about whose handwriting won the special prize in the competition that day?"

"Some people know that their writing is not good, but when they see someone else's writing, they casually slander it, causing others to lose awards and be criticized at the same time. Isn't this theft?"

"How is this theft? It should be...just a child's confusion for a while?"

Teacher Li smoothed things over with a smile.

Ren Ping raised his eyebrows:
"Stealing things is stealing, but stealing other people's reputation is not stealing!"

Before the words were finished, there was a thud, and Chen Sijia fell headlong to the ground.

(End of this chapter)