child prodigy at eighty

"San'er, Dad really can't get away this time, can we go next time?" Song Changhe discussed apologetically.

"I'll go with Gu Weifeng, don't worry about it." Xiao San had already made plans.

"The two of you have never been to the capital, what if you lose it!" Liu Erhua stretched out her head from the kitchen, "That's not the provincial capital, it's big."

"You underestimate your son, don't you? I can't go anywhere? Besides, there is Gu Weifeng, don't worry."

"I'll go too!" Xiaosi's temperament of joining in the fun can't be changed, he can be found everywhere.

"I'm not going to play, I can't take you with me."

"I'm going to play too."

"Bring the invitation."

In fact, Song Xiaosan didn't have any persistent thoughts about not competing, she just didn't want to refute the kindness of the professor who recommended him.More importantly, he wanted to take this opportunity to see the university, and he would go to university in two years. He had to do a field trip first, and he didn't want to be like the rest of the class, going to a university that he didn't know what to do in a daze.

If you say that Song Xiaosan has a lot of things to do, let alone go to college these days, even those who go to college in a few decades will pick and choose like him and take field trips. This is really thoughtful.

It is rare for the Song family to persuade him. Anyway, he is very reasonable. Fortunately, there is a calm Gu Weifeng who said that he is going to the capital to find a new way. The two can take care of each other. I'm so sorry.

Song Shiyu didn't think there was anything wrong with bothering him, and Gu Weifeng also wished that he would trouble him more.

It's strange to say that the two of them are four years apart in age, but they still prefer to act together, and the older one is often lectured by the younger one, so there is almost no contradiction, so good that they can wear a pair of pants.

It is also something that people do not understand.

Gu Weifeng also assured Aunt Song's family that Song Xiaosan was with him, and Song Xiaosan died and he died.Bah, that's what it means anyway.

The two of them said that there are many places in the north and south of the river, but they have never been to the capital. Song Shiyu was inexplicably excited when he thought that it was the heart and capital of the country. Well, he has never seen the world. !He just wanted to see if this capital, which could cover the whole world, was more prosperous, more prosperous, and more admirable.

With Song Xiaosan, who has seen the world, Gu Weifeng carried his luggage all the way to get tickets, hotels and buses, working hard like a big ox, tall and handsome.

Both of them are the good-looking ones, and they dressed up in a spirited and decent way to come to the capital, that is, they are the most decent group in the capital.

Uh, when it comes to wearing, I have to talk about the skirt that Song Shiyu hates the most.You know, it's summer, and they came to Beijing during the summer vacation. The skirts all over the street are not something you can ignore if you don't want to.In fact, after two years of training, Xiaosan can tolerate conservative skirts anyway, but who told him why the skirts are getting shorter and shorter?Is their country so short of cloth?

It really made him blind!

"You, you, why don't you close your eyes and I'll lead you away?" Gu Weifeng asked with both laughter and laughter.

"I'm not blind." Think I'm stupid?

"You're not blind, you're a saint." Gu Weifeng said helplessly, can Xiaosan survive this strange time?

Fortunately, the people in the art gallery are all dressed up. After all, this is a feast for cultural people. Everyone unconsciously dresses up properly, which can be regarded as relieved of Xiaosan's eyes.

This is a large-scale calligraphy exhibition conference, including two links of calligraphy competition and exhibition, and of course the final transaction is indispensable.Most of the people invited to participate in the competition are newcomers in the calligraphy world, like Xiao San, who are well-known in the province, and many of them are here for the final deal. He soared into the sky.

Of course, there are those who don’t need competitions, they are masters who have been famous for many years, such as the professor who recommended him, they are the cornerstone of promoting my traditional Chinese culture, and they give the opportunity to young people. Give them this exhibition.

The competition was held in a hall on the west side of the art gallery. There were already many exhibited works hanging on the wall, including a calligraphy by Song Xiaosan. It is displayed in a small hall, after all, it is only a competition entry.

The rules of the competition are pretty much the same, Song Shiyu wrote this picture with the spirit of scoring 120 points.

As for Song Xiaosan's writing, it couldn't be easier. He doesn't care much about winning awards, but since he has to do it, he should do his best, and he has no habit of muddling through things.

Gu Weifeng stood outside the arena, looking nervously at his relatives and friends like many accompanying people.

He felt that this was more nervous than his own first business, and his palms were sweating.

His mistress must have written the best!

But he was still nervous.

The contestants are overwhelming, there are always more than 100 people, but they are quiet, either brewing or writing, and everyone looks confident.

At first glance, young people accounted for the majority, but the youngest was Song Shiyu, he was too young, no, it should be said that he was young, so young that people would think that he came to the wrong place.

After all, calligraphy is a thing that requires years and skills, not a career that can be accomplished in three or two years.

But his posture is really beautiful, grinding the paper and raising the pen to write, the flowing clouds and flowing water are generally like a beautiful picture scroll, even in the stadium with a large number of people, he looks very comfortable.

Gu Weifeng couldn't help laughing when he looked at it, his mistress is so pretty.

After everyone's works have been hung in the small hall, the organizer stated that all works will be open for display starting tomorrow, and the results of the selection will be judged three days later. There will be an interview, and it will be on TV!

It can be said that it is a great honor to become famous all over the world.

Song Shiyu couldn't help being a little excited, er, he is also a mortal, and he is looking forward to being on TV.

And the works next to it are really great, even he can't reach it. It would be an honor for him to be on the same stage with such a work.

It will take three days to wait for the results, and it is impossible for the two young men to wait. The next day, they entered the famous Qing University. They plan to transfer all the famous universities in the capital, mainly for the investigation of majors. , he doesn't want to just take a major that he doesn't like in a daze.

Let’s not talk about Qing University, it is really beautiful, but such a beautiful institution is not suitable for Song Shiyu, this is an institution famous for its science subjects, so don’t even think about his science subjects.

Then I went to Beijing University, People's University, Foreign University, and Normal University. As long as they were ranked well, the two of them ran all over in three days.Beijing University is also very good, Minda is called a micro, Song Xiaosan thought he went to the wrong place...

The two of them took a quick look at the school. Of course, the most important thing was to inquire about majors. Song Shiyu hadn't decided what to study, and he didn't like the direction of liberal arts...

Although they didn't make a decision, the two got a lot of first-hand information and decided to go home and analyze it carefully before making a decision. Anyway, they still have time.

The three days that the two of them were busy talking about passed by in the blink of an eye. This morning Gu Weifeng saw a large group of chirping magpies outside the guest house.

"The magpie is calling, good things are coming, good omen!" He said happily to Xiaosan.

"Well, good thing." Song Xiaosan echoed with a smile.

Not to mention, this magpie did not cry for nothing, Song Shiyu was indeed No.1.

I remember that the flashlights and cameras were all shooting at this once famous boy, and tomorrow's newspapers and TVs will see him.

Applause roared.

At the same time, a man who had just woken up from a hangover came to the venue with his dizziness bursting.

Looking at the young man being praised by the crowd, he thought for a moment that he had heard wrong.

Shouldn't No.1 be his?How could he not be No.1!The fellow who drank together last night and congratulated him in advance looked at him with a half-smile, as if watching a joke.

Impossible, how could this be possible!There must be something wrong!

Just when the judges had just hung his work on the wall, a figure suddenly rushed out and tore off the words that were about to be hung, "I disagree!"

I saw the man blushing, tearing the paper in his hand like crazy, shouting "It's not fair! It's not fair!"

"what are you doing!"

"who!"

"what happened!"

The sudden appearance made everyone confused, what happened?

Gu Weifeng quit first, went up two steps and punched the man hard on the face, snatched the torn paper from his hand, his jealousy was bleeding, "Why do you tear his writing! What!"

"It's not fair, I don't accept it!" The man fell to the ground, still shouting, his face full of cynicism.

Gu Weifeng wanted to make a move, but was pulled away by the people next to him. A young man holding a camera seemed to smell something unusual, and took the initiative to step forward to the man: "Comrade, why do you say it's unfair? Is there any operation in our competition system that makes you dissatisfied?"

This is an interesting question, what is an operation that makes him dissatisfied?The use of the word operation is really subtle.

"It's just not fair, what kind of handwriting can a child with no hair stretch out! I have been practicing handwriting for more than 20 years and have not been ranked first. Why should he! He can get the first place after holding a pen for a few days! "

"Comrade, do you mean that there is something inside the game?"

"There must be! If you don't believe me, ask other people to see who is convinced!"

"..." Suddenly no one on the field spoke, and those who won the award or those who didn't have an investment mentality that if I could re-evaluate, maybe my ranking would be better, and I just watched from the sidelines.

"Look, everyone doesn't speak because they are afraid of offending the judges, but I am not afraid!" The man was like a fighting cock, ready to attack.

Gu Weifeng would not allow people to say that about his mistress. He opened his mouth and said, "How many days does he have a pen? He has been practicing calligraphy since he was three years old and has been practicing calligraphy for ten years. He has been begging for calligraphy classes since he was ten years old." Teaching calligraphy, and there are certificates posted all over the house, so what kind of thing are you talking about?"

The old gentleman who presided over the award ceremony was also very angry. Isn't this saying that they are unfair?How could they suffer from this dumbness, "That comrade! Don't talk nonsense! Student Song's work is obvious to all, and our organizing committee jointly judged it. You can see whether it is fair or not, and you are not letting you talk nonsense!"

"I'm no worse than him in writing, so why is he number one?" The man stared in disbelief.